[The two of them walk through the doors beaming like idiots. It's not entirely anything new, not considering the sheer amount of jokes and 'moments' the two of them have shared as partners throughout their time together. Many probably won't even notice that Fraser's smile is far wider than normal or that Ray's is far more genuine, but most don't know the both of them as well as they know one another. The arm around Fraser is nothing new either, beyond them being just a little bit closer and just a little more familiar.
Ray doesn't even pay attention to the crowd, not even as they stop on cue from the sharp ding of the tuning fork. Instead he keeps his eyes on Fraser, glass in hand and waiting for the inevitable speech, slinking back just slightly to keep out of the spotlight that is Benton's rambling. He smiles and nods as Fraser looks back, a quiet approval. You got this, buddy. I'll be right here.
It starts off well. Hardly surprising considering Fraser's ability for public speaking. Ray doesn't even mind the reference back to himself, inclining his head and raising his glass just slightly as he's referred to as 'some bizarre and unhinged friend'. Stella would like that, no doubt, as would plenty of her family, and Ray isn't going to take offence to such a truth. The attention quickly drifts way from him again anyway once Fraser continues, rambling about the expected best friend speeches, work antics, possible Inuit stories and even about the bride's beauty and well wishes.
But there's one phrase in all that which suddenly sets Ray on edge; But she's also as blind as a bat.
His wine glass slowly lowers to his side, features flickering to something of very mild suspicion because oh God he hopes that doesn't mean what he thinks it means. And yet Fraser continues. He continues and totally ignores the eyes narrowed in warning that are glaring at the back of his head from Ray.
By the time the threat comes, Ray's glare has shifted to a look of distant horror, thankfully hidden behind his hand that's now covering his face, but still peeking out between his fingers like he can't quite look away. This is a train wreck. A beautiful but hideous train wreck that should have been stopped but no one is quite sure how or why. Not even Kowalski steps in to interrupt his friend even as Benton talks of dances and sleeping bags and-- oh God. No, no, no, no. Who thought letting the Mountie of truth speak at a wedding was a good idea? It was an awful idea. No one should tell the truth at weddings.
There's still a sense of lingering confusion from the crowd even as everyone raises their glasses (except Stanley, he's too busy facepalming still), and as Fraser turns back around, that hand of Ray's is dragging slowly, painfully down his face until it drops uselessly to his side, head shaking minutely.]
That uh. Wow. That uh, sure was somethin', Fraser. My guess is the happy couple won't forget that one in a hurry.
[Eyebrows lifted even as he turns away, his head gesture suggesting Fraser should do the same so he can try to lead them somewhere where Fraser won't be pounced on by family or friends or people trying to get his attention. Ray can't help but add, in a mumbled whisper;]
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Ray doesn't even pay attention to the crowd, not even as they stop on cue from the sharp ding of the tuning fork. Instead he keeps his eyes on Fraser, glass in hand and waiting for the inevitable speech, slinking back just slightly to keep out of the spotlight that is Benton's rambling. He smiles and nods as Fraser looks back, a quiet approval. You got this, buddy. I'll be right here.
It starts off well. Hardly surprising considering Fraser's ability for public speaking. Ray doesn't even mind the reference back to himself, inclining his head and raising his glass just slightly as he's referred to as 'some bizarre and unhinged friend'. Stella would like that, no doubt, as would plenty of her family, and Ray isn't going to take offence to such a truth. The attention quickly drifts way from him again anyway once Fraser continues, rambling about the expected best friend speeches, work antics, possible Inuit stories and even about the bride's beauty and well wishes.
But there's one phrase in all that which suddenly sets Ray on edge; But she's also as blind as a bat.
His wine glass slowly lowers to his side, features flickering to something of very mild suspicion because oh God he hopes that doesn't mean what he thinks it means. And yet Fraser continues. He continues and totally ignores the eyes narrowed in warning that are glaring at the back of his head from Ray.
By the time the threat comes, Ray's glare has shifted to a look of distant horror, thankfully hidden behind his hand that's now covering his face, but still peeking out between his fingers like he can't quite look away. This is a train wreck. A beautiful but hideous train wreck that should have been stopped but no one is quite sure how or why. Not even Kowalski steps in to interrupt his friend even as Benton talks of dances and sleeping bags and-- oh God. No, no, no, no. Who thought letting the Mountie of truth speak at a wedding was a good idea? It was an awful idea. No one should tell the truth at weddings.
There's still a sense of lingering confusion from the crowd even as everyone raises their glasses (except Stanley, he's too busy facepalming still), and as Fraser turns back around, that hand of Ray's is dragging slowly, painfully down his face until it drops uselessly to his side, head shaking minutely.]
That uh. Wow. That uh, sure was somethin', Fraser. My guess is the happy couple won't forget that one in a hurry.
[Eyebrows lifted even as he turns away, his head gesture suggesting Fraser should do the same so he can try to lead them somewhere where Fraser won't be pounced on by family or friends or people trying to get his attention. Ray can't help but add, in a mumbled whisper;]
What was that, Fraser?