[With the tangled dark hair and muddy feet, Geordie easily mistakes the woman sitting at the bar for his best friend. A best friend who probably had a second encounter with a pile of leaves today. After all, she had stopped by earlier, while he had been at home tuning his fiddle strings, and suggested they go out tonight.
Good Spirits for good spirits. The thought had made him chuckle.
There's little hesitation then as he makes straight for where Raylene's sitting and slips into the seat next to her, more preoccupied with getting himself a beer than paying close attention to the woman.] Sorry I'm late.
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Good Spirits for good spirits. The thought had made him chuckle.
There's little hesitation then as he makes straight for where Raylene's sitting and slips into the seat next to her, more preoccupied with getting himself a beer than paying close attention to the woman.] Sorry I'm late.