Disclaimer: I do not own Justified!
This is my first ever written story, it was just something in my head I couldn't get out. I'd love your feedback!
As I stepped off the plane into Louis Armstrong International Airport in New Orleans, I wondered to myself" how in the hell did Art talk me into this", this has bad written all over it. Here I am, In NOLA, during Mardi Gras, for a convention with none other than Raylan Givens himself. Yup, no good can come from this.
Now far be it from me to even admit this out loud, but I'd rather be in a holler in Harlan, than stuck with Raylan in the Big easy. Not that I don't like him, I like him just fine. Fine. That's a nice word to describe him. See the problem? He's easy on the eyes with a shit load of swagger, for a white guy, and it's driving me insane.
I don't know when our dynamic changed, but a change had definitely occurred. It all started with that damn Drew Thompson fiasco. Or maybe it was before then, oh who knows, the bottom line is something between us changed and this week can only make matters worse.
As soon as we had grabbed our luggage we went outside to grab a taxi.
"This is excitin isn't it? I've never been to New Orleans. Have you?" Raylan asked me.
"Once, for spring break when I was in college." I thought about it after I said that, I really didn't want to have to revisit that story.
"Really, now" He said with that Cheshire cat grin of his.
"Yeah, um, we decided to come cause the food here is incredible" Half-truths are still truths.
"Well considerin how hard we've been working here lately, I think we deserve a little fun, and what better place than "The city that care forgot". Do you know what time Tim's flight gets in tomorrow?" He asked me as the driver loaded our bags into the trunk of the cab. Art had kept Tim behind for reasons he wouldn't divulge to us.
"I think around 1, which is good, it'll give him some time to rest up before the conference"
Raylan gave the cab driver the address to the Hotel and we were off. I had looked it up online, and the hotel was beautiful. It's right in the middle of the French Quarter and the conference was being held at a Westin down the street. I looked over at Raylan and caught him already looking at me.
"What?" I asked him, only partly irritated.
"Nothing, nothing. Art says there's a pool at the hotel." I can only describe the look on his face as shit eating and self-satisfied but since we're here I might as well bite.
"Yeah, I saw it online, I brought my bathing suit, hoping to get a few laps in while we're here. You didn't peg me as the type to be interested in swimming."
"I'm not" he says looking out the window of the cab. "I am however interested in anything that involves you and a bikini." I can practically feel the smug satisfaction radiating off him and all I can muster is to simply roll my eyes at him. Yup, no good can come from this.