[Ray has absolutely no clue why Fraser's talking about Vietnam but he's not even going to ask, instead opting to just shake his head and finish off the job at hand. When the door does finally yield under his onslaught, he clicks it open carefully and pushes forward, stepping inside as though he's expecting to be attacked at any second by a maid or some such. Gotta watch out for those house maids.
What he sees causes him to stop dead in his tracks, managing to step aside enough to let Fraser in and then proceeding to gawk at everything. He can't even process it all, like there's just too much for him to even comprehend. He's never seen a room like it. Never even earned enough to even vaguely afford a place like this for the night. It's got everything one could dream of for a hotel room, and all presented with such extravagance that Ray feels strangely uncomfortable even standing there. Kowalski's used to rough neighbourhoods, greasy car engines and old RVs. This? This is everything he's not and all at once he realises that if this is what Stella wants, then he could never give her it in a million years.
Everywhere he looks feels like another spot for the happy couple to fuck on. The bed. The love seat. The bath tub. The luxurious carpet that was probably more comfortable than his bed at home. And he realises he doesn't care. They can fuck where they want. This place is out of his league and he feels nauseous just looking at it all. Give him his grubby apartment over this any day. This is a place for an Armani wearing Italian, not some scruffy Polack.]
This place gives me the creeps.
[He decides out loud, holding the chunk of wood out towards Fraser when prompted, and then shifting over to the chocolate box and helping himself to one. Or two. Or several. Turning back towards the Mountie with a mouthful of candy and speaking with his mouthful like a true gent.]
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What he sees causes him to stop dead in his tracks, managing to step aside enough to let Fraser in and then proceeding to gawk at everything. He can't even process it all, like there's just too much for him to even comprehend. He's never seen a room like it. Never even earned enough to even vaguely afford a place like this for the night. It's got everything one could dream of for a hotel room, and all presented with such extravagance that Ray feels strangely uncomfortable even standing there. Kowalski's used to rough neighbourhoods, greasy car engines and old RVs. This? This is everything he's not and all at once he realises that if this is what Stella wants, then he could never give her it in a million years.
Everywhere he looks feels like another spot for the happy couple to fuck on. The bed. The love seat. The bath tub. The luxurious carpet that was probably more comfortable than his bed at home. And he realises he doesn't care. They can fuck where they want. This place is out of his league and he feels nauseous just looking at it all. Give him his grubby apartment over this any day. This is a place for an Armani wearing Italian, not some scruffy Polack.]
This place gives me the creeps.
[He decides out loud, holding the chunk of wood out towards Fraser when prompted, and then shifting over to the chocolate box and helping himself to one. Or two. Or several. Turning back towards the Mountie with a mouthful of candy and speaking with his mouthful like a true gent.]
Y'want any champagne?