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It might be nice to sample the way the other side lived, if only for a few hours and the elite of New York was something not to be missed, if the opportunity presented. Coming out in a fresh ribbed shirt that stuck to him in the spots where he hadn't dried as well as he thought, and a handful of his dirty clothes under his arm, Raylan glanced at Malcolm and the coffee with a pull of his smile.

"Thank you." Rummaging through his bag, Raylan held up a couple of shirts, one after another before picking one and random and slipping it on, leaving it unbuttoned as he tended to his shoes and socks.

"You think your dad will be surprised to see you show up with company? Does She know about these.. little get togethers or am I going to have to figure out how to lie to that?"