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WANDA MAXIMOFF
username: witch
age: 27
(the invincible, rm 303)

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it would be uncommon of you not to, and i'd be concerned to go over 2 days without it, so. please.

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Vodka hangovers
What's the deal here
Feel like my head's trying to annex itself from my body

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i told you not to mix, cowboy.

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I heard you
Thought I'd see what I was missing out on
You made vodka sound like the Aladdin song

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it IS like the aladdin song.
why did you KEEP drinking the bourbon?

tell me the truth, givens — do you wear the hat to hide the fact there is a giant hole in your head where a brain should be?

1/2

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Feel like I didn't deserve that one

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think of it like a cold splash of water.

come to my room if you can walk. i'll take care of the annexation problem.

omg that icon...she's so cute

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I can walk

[ not straight, or quickly, but that's not what she asked. she's only down the hall from him anyway, so she'll get a knock after a minute or two. ]

that's how she reels u in before she obliterates u

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[ the knock comes about when she expected it would, and she pushes herself up from her bed the short way to greet him. to be perfectly honest, wanda is not faring that well herself this morning, and raylan prattling about his (daily) hangover just happens to have tipped her directly into the zone of "i'll snipe at you first, make you feel better later."

getting drunk with him is typically worth it, though, she supposes.
three whiskeys in and he's not even speaking english anymore.

aside from that, she just plain likes him. despite all his sideways talk, he shoots straight. a good man, badge or no badge.

it's too bad that from what she can gather, and the way he'd put it on someone else, he doesn't deserve a lick of pure sunshine happiness. crumbs is what he'll settle for. something about fathers and their sons.

wanda hasn't quite put the pieces together yet, and she wouldn't dare push it. but this is why she gives him a break, invites him over, opens the door. ]

Come in, you sad pup, I have an elixir we can talk about, if you like.

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[ raylan's gait is only a little less steady than usual, mostly because he walks like he's trying to balance on something when he's stone cold sober, anyway. he plonks his lantern down on the nearest surface, pausing to throw it a distasteful look. ]

Can't tell if that's a joke or not.

[ it's mostly the word elixir, makes him think of magic. which – is real around here. so it's not even that far out of the realm of possibility that she means to drag out a cauldron and start throwing in toes and eyes of various animals. the sum total of his experience with witches was in the pages of macbeth, which he read at school and can barely remember.

in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, he turns around and eyeballs her, eyes narrowed. ]

If it's any better than Tylenol I'll take it.