[ Fraser was having a harder time than he made it look, chilling away in Ray's seat beside Stella. His apology had passed briskly as his friend had waved and laughed him off, telling him that it wasn't a wedding unless his best man humiliated him one way or another and he'd still love him in the morning, and then Ray had slipped away, and to show him that there were no hard feelings Stella had urged him to sit down beside her.
Sure enough, Stella had started pointing out all the other eligible young women around the room, much to Francesca's annoyance, beckoning the occasional one over. Soon enough he'd drawn a crowd, and Fraser had found himself squirming in the seat, eager to flee.
One of Stella's cousins had seemed appalled - and obviously she hadn't been paying any attention during the speech or the subsequent snogging - to discover that there was purportedly no-one special in Fraser's life already. To which he'd decided to take a stand and pointed out that in fact there was, and that he and Ray were in fact very serious about each other thank you very much. He'd made it sound like more than it was: "He loves me, and I him," in an effort to permanently dissuade them, but found himself blushing at the lie as he looked up, finding both Rays looking over toward him at the same time. Oh, he hoped Stanley would forgive him.
He just wished he could hear what they were talking about, but with the women clamoring and swooning at him it was almost impossible to hear. He made out the word Stella, though; Ray's mouth shaped the name a certain way.
Still, it seemed even blatant declarations of love didn't cut it with this crowd. Maybe it was a Vecchio family thing, but one of his cousins had managed to wind an arm around his and was trying to urge him to come and dance with her. This, Fraser knew, was the beginning of a slippery slope, and he had no desire to be thrown around like some Amazonian sacrifice. Surprisingly it wasn't Stanley who saved him but Francesca, who snapped out of her bad mood at the last second and smacked Elouise's hand off him. ]
Get it through your head, genius. He's gay. If he's going to dance with anyone it's going to be Mr. Kowalski.
[ She said it overloud, and Fraser grimaced, and Stella suddenly burst out laughing and had to grab hold of a bridesmaid to keep herself upright in her chair--how was this her wedding? And Fraser, spotting his escape, excused himself quickly, attaching himself to Mr. Kowalski's arm. ]
I'm sorry, Ray, [ He said, quickly. ] I appear to have done irreparable damage to our reputation. Well--to your reputation, mostly.
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Sure enough, Stella had started pointing out all the other eligible young women around the room, much to Francesca's annoyance, beckoning the occasional one over. Soon enough he'd drawn a crowd, and Fraser had found himself squirming in the seat, eager to flee.
One of Stella's cousins had seemed appalled - and obviously she hadn't been paying any attention during the speech or the subsequent snogging - to discover that there was purportedly no-one special in Fraser's life already. To which he'd decided to take a stand and pointed out that in fact there was, and that he and Ray were in fact very serious about each other thank you very much. He'd made it sound like more than it was: "He loves me, and I him," in an effort to permanently dissuade them, but found himself blushing at the lie as he looked up, finding both Rays looking over toward him at the same time. Oh, he hoped Stanley would forgive him.
He just wished he could hear what they were talking about, but with the women clamoring and swooning at him it was almost impossible to hear. He made out the word Stella, though; Ray's mouth shaped the name a certain way.
Still, it seemed even blatant declarations of love didn't cut it with this crowd. Maybe it was a Vecchio family thing, but one of his cousins had managed to wind an arm around his and was trying to urge him to come and dance with her. This, Fraser knew, was the beginning of a slippery slope, and he had no desire to be thrown around like some Amazonian sacrifice. Surprisingly it wasn't Stanley who saved him but Francesca, who snapped out of her bad mood at the last second and smacked Elouise's hand off him. ]
Get it through your head, genius. He's gay. If he's going to dance with anyone it's going to be Mr. Kowalski.
[ She said it overloud, and Fraser grimaced, and Stella suddenly burst out laughing and had to grab hold of a bridesmaid to keep herself upright in her chair--how was this her wedding? And Fraser, spotting his escape, excused himself quickly, attaching himself to Mr. Kowalski's arm. ]
I'm sorry, Ray, [ He said, quickly. ] I appear to have done irreparable damage to our reputation. Well--to your reputation, mostly.