Well you know [ Welsh said. ] Between you and me I always thought it was going to be Fraser and Vecchio, they had this real thing going there for a while.
[ But when he looked back over his shoulder to gesture at Ray Vecchio, he wasn't there, and in fact he appeared over Welsh's shoulder a moment later, a big, wide, almost malevolent grin painted on his face as he clapped Welsh on the shoulder. He responded as though he'd only heard the previous exchange, and not the more recent one, though his eyes were on Kowalski as he spoke. ]
That's right, sir, just Italian, and I'll put three bullets in the head of anyone who says otherwise, just you point them out to me.
[ How he'd slipped away from Fraser so quickly was anyone's guess, but the Mountie now seemed to be sitting beside the bride talking to her, with half a dozen women clamored in around him looking smitten. All at once they turned to look across the room at the two Rays, or maybe just at Stanley, and several of them swooned, and Fraser blushed, and then they went back to their conversation.
Ray patted Welsh on the shoulder again, and his former boss finished loading his plate with Italian pastries and ducked away. Apparently even if Stanley couldn't organize getting to the buffet through him, Ray could, though now he'd cleared the space he stood back to let Stanley have the room. It helped that going to Vegas had given him a few good lessons on what it took to be really imposing and just a little scary, and it was nice to know it worked as much on the people he'd used to work with. ]
Starting rumors like that on a guy's wedding day.
[ He snatched a Parmesan stick from the table and snapped it in half. He chewed it in earnest, since it was obvious he was trying to keep his mouth busy so that he didn't have to actually say what he'd come over to say. ]
So uh--[ He said at last. ] You alright? Cause, I don't mean to be funny but Stella and I, we thought like you looked like maybe you needed a Mountie intervention.
Just to show you there's no hard feelings, or anything. Stella's got cousins, I've got cousins, nieces, distant relatives. Between us I reckon we could sick enough of them on him that you might be able to get out of here unmolested, and maybe when he's sobered up a bit...seriously, Stanley, how did you not hit him?
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[ But when he looked back over his shoulder to gesture at Ray Vecchio, he wasn't there, and in fact he appeared over Welsh's shoulder a moment later, a big, wide, almost malevolent grin painted on his face as he clapped Welsh on the shoulder. He responded as though he'd only heard the previous exchange, and not the more recent one, though his eyes were on Kowalski as he spoke. ]
That's right, sir, just Italian, and I'll put three bullets in the head of anyone who says otherwise, just you point them out to me.
[ How he'd slipped away from Fraser so quickly was anyone's guess, but the Mountie now seemed to be sitting beside the bride talking to her, with half a dozen women clamored in around him looking smitten. All at once they turned to look across the room at the two Rays, or maybe just at Stanley, and several of them swooned, and Fraser blushed, and then they went back to their conversation.
Ray patted Welsh on the shoulder again, and his former boss finished loading his plate with Italian pastries and ducked away. Apparently even if Stanley couldn't organize getting to the buffet through him, Ray could, though now he'd cleared the space he stood back to let Stanley have the room. It helped that going to Vegas had given him a few good lessons on what it took to be really imposing and just a little scary, and it was nice to know it worked as much on the people he'd used to work with. ]
Starting rumors like that on a guy's wedding day.
[ He snatched a Parmesan stick from the table and snapped it in half. He chewed it in earnest, since it was obvious he was trying to keep his mouth busy so that he didn't have to actually say what he'd come over to say. ]
So uh--[ He said at last. ] You alright? Cause, I don't mean to be funny but Stella and I, we thought like you looked like maybe you needed a Mountie intervention.
Just to show you there's no hard feelings, or anything. Stella's got cousins, I've got cousins, nieces, distant relatives. Between us I reckon we could sick enough of them on him that you might be able to get out of here unmolested, and maybe when he's sobered up a bit...seriously, Stanley, how did you not hit him?