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"Sounded funny in my head." She's good at reading people, but not that good. She suspects she's touched a nerve, but she's not sure which. If he's really paying alimony, that'd be funny, and a little sexy. She wonders how big his dick is.

"Can you dance in a circle?"

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"I prefer not to," he says, and has a demure little sip of his drink. "I did have a cousin, though. Everyone called him Heinz, 'cause he said he knew fifty-seven dance steps no one else had ever done before."

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Finally, she sits on the bar stool next to him. "No dancing, just drinking? Kentucky's really living up to its reputation."

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"If you want dancin' you need to go down to a holler when they've got a party goin'. You can clog to your heart's content."

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Joan puts her head on her palm. “So it’s just your smart mouth romancin’ me?” She lets some of her accent out, mostly because he doesn’t seem to be able to stop with the folksy shit.

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"I'm tryin'," he says with a little shrug. "So d'you like bein' a mechanic? Or is it just punchin' the clock?"

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She looks at him with a skeptical expression, trying to get a read on this line of conversation and failing. "Can't imagine me being anything else. I like the work. Not so much the co-workers."

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"Ain't that always the way," he says, although frankly he likes his coworkers fine, for the most part. "How long you been doin' it?"

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"Professionally? Since I was sixteen. My Daddy was a mechanic, taught my brother, and he taught me. You got a car you need fixed?"

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"Might do," he says. "Not now, but I'll keep you in mind if that changes. So it's a family business?"

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"Nah, we all worked in different shops." She waves the idea aside. "What and you? Are you really a grave digger?"

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He snorts a laugh, and a moment later decides to swallow the rest of his drink and flag down Lindsey for another. "Deputy US Marshal. So, not a gravedigger."

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Marshals are classic cowboy shit. She wonders is that's a good thing. "Why'd you lie? This a sting operation?"

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"Thought it was funny," he says, with a little shrug. "I dug coal when I was nineteen, though. If that counts."

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Digging coal means he was poor, she suspects, and he's not afraid of hard work. It's attractive, not that she lets that show on her face. "Funny to lie? I see how it is. What's day to day like for a US Marshal?"

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"Funny to think of myself as a gravedigger." He has a good think about the question, though, frowning into the distance for a moment. "Well, Lexington's a small office, so we share tasks. There's low level shit like prisoner transport, judicial protection, witness protection, that kinda thing. Then there's fugitives, so, y'know, trackin' 'em down. Managing assets is pretty fun," he adds. "That's when the courts seize property durin' a trial and we gotta look after it."

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"Oh, I know. My oldest brother was a cop. Probably still is." She rolls her shoulder in a casual shrug, her eyes briefly scanning the bar's floor. "His whiskeydick best friend scored a lotta free coke that way."

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"We're less drugs and more, y'know, houses and horses."

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He really doesn't fall for any of the shit she says, huh. "So you take the horses for a ride?"

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"Me? No. Never been much of a horserider."

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She huffs out a sound that might be a laugh. "So what do you do when you manage assets?"

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"Mostly just put 'em up for sale if they're forefeited, but sometimes they're held while someone's on trial. Now and then you get to stay in a rich guy's big house for a while. Housesittin', you know."

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She wasn't expecting this to get her, but it does. She laughs, a short, quick thing; she doesn't want to give him too much of an advantage, let him know she's charmed. "Washing your feet in the sink. Yeah, I can see the appeal."

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"Mhm, exactly. Only happens once in a blue moon but sometimes we get a real good one."

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She makes a motion with her hands, encouraging. "So tell me about a real good one, Mister Marshal."