[If Ray were psychic, he'd have wished he thought of those ideas. They're all fine choices to do at a wedding and possibly things to consider later on. No doubt he'd eventually come up with skinny dipping anyway, because a pool is too good of an offer to turn down, especially late at night when everyone else has retreated to bed. Any excuse to get naked, especially when it's not the height of winter or involving rolling in feet of snow.

He holds still for Fraser's tying, glad for the offer considering he was just about to ask anyway. His own bow tie knowledge is extremely limited and it would have probably come out looking like shit. Fraser's the one who ties knots around here.]

One for the road.

[He agrees, grabbing at the shrinking pile of bottles and unscrewing the cap, although holding for Fraser. He knows a toast when he sees one. While he waits, he scoops up his own black jacket, hooking it loosely under an arm and watching Fraser suit, hat and buckle up. By the time the Mountie is reaching for another coke, Ray's raising his little bottle of spirit- rum this time- and tipping it towards Fraser in a typical toasting gesture.]

Cheers to all of that, buddy. Adventures and Inuit stories, oh my.

[And down goes another drink, knocked back quickly and ended with a satisfied smack of his lips.]

Okay, let's get this done before I change my mind and find a bridge to jump off.