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WHAT in person or whatever
WHERE outside LuXe or wherever
WHEN Day 2??

[ Just outside LuXe, Handsome Jack is observing a hapless NPC erect a cardboard standee that looks like Jack, holding a cup of coffee, only at like 150% scale. ]

Yeah, that looks great, I don't know why you're looking so skeptical, Jimmy. People are gonna see that and be like, wow, that definitely looks like a guy I want to sleep with slash be, but if the closest I can get is buying coffee here, I am definitely going to do that right now. Trust me.

[ Or maybe you're elsewhere, I'm not the boss of you. Unless I am. ]

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Don't think I know of heavier stuff. But that don't mean you gotta carry it alone.

I think it might have been meant to be that way, but I definitely wasn't meant to come here, so...

So don't seem like there's a reason why you can't try to buck the rest of it.

No, I want... need to do that stuff. If I can ever get back. If ... I want to when Van's here.

That mean you're thinking of staying?

I heard you don't have a choice. You can't leave and you can't die, I was told.

Heard that too. But you can never say for certain what the future's gonna hold.

What I mean is, if someone gave you the chance, would you take it?

I can't answer that.

[he nods slightly]

Fair enough.

[their drinks arrive, McCree taps his against Stef's as he picks it up]

To the great unknown, or something like that.

A frightening libation, but I'll drink to that. [taps and drinks]

It's about all I got right now.

[drinking about half his bourbon in one go]

[drinks about a third] Sorry. I'm a depressing boy.

[ruffles his hair lightly]

You're still good company.

You've got such a honeyed tongue.

[he laughs, briefly]

It's gotten me outta more trouble than you'd imagine.

[taking another long drink]

Tell me.

[whups that might have been a mistake. McCree pauses, downing the rest of his drink before leaning back, rubbing against the back of his neck]

Let's see if I can think of just one...

There was the one time I kept a man from collecting the bounty on my head just by sweet talking him in circles. He got the drop on me and call me old fashioned by I'd rather have a fair fight. So I laid it on him, got him all worked up, not sure whether he wanted to be angry or confused at it, and he left himself wide open.

[He makes a gun with his fingers, miming a shot]

Took him down easy enough.

[I have no idea what a gun is and it shows on my face]

Sounds like an effective way to fell a man.

Yeah—aw, shit. They don't have guns where you're from do they?

I'm going to go with a no.

Here.

[He reaches for his holster, pulling Peackeeper out and giving it a twirl before showing it to Stef]

This's a gun.

[He pops the magazine open, flicking one of the bullets out, holding that up]

Takes these things, they're bullets, and makes a little explosion in the chamber that shoots them out faster than you'd imagine. They cut through most things. Kill a man pretty quickly too.

Like a small, faster crossbow bolt? I know mages can do things like that, but...

More powerful too.

What're mages like?

You've met the strongest one already.

—Vanyel? He don't seem it.