[Ray's approach is a little slower than it needed to be, but he was perfectly content to watch Fraser be tugged between women and see them all trying to get some Mountie.
It never stopped being funny, seeing his friend blushing at the hands of over eager women, and he can't even feel jealous about it when he's fairly certain he'll still get Benton at the end of it all. Which was actually an exceptionally weird thought to cross his mind, he realises, because only a few hours ago he would have been encouraging Fraser to try and dance with a few of those girls and, perhaps a little jealously, encourage him to take one of them to bed, just this once, for the sake of the wedding. Not that he's sure Fraser would have done, but he'd have tried anyway, and undoubtedly try to bag one for himself in the vague hope of a night of attachment free sex for the first time in many, many months.
There'd have been no point in him trying to find a potential girlfriend here, no in a wedding where everyone knows either Stella or Ray. There'd be too much connection if the relationship started going south, too many questions and too many complications. No, all he'd had sought in this wedding was a one night stand that he could slip away from the next day.
He doesn't catch everything Frannie says, what with the music and being distracted by his own thoughts, but he's pretty sure he drifts back into the conversation in time to hear something that might be gay and was that his name at the end of it all? He really hopes there's not going to be too much discussion about all this.
At least Fraser knows when to escape. He's quite the pro at running from forward women, and Ray's there ready to defend his buddy if need be. Or... just take his arm. He guesses he can manage that, even if he is briefly flicking his gaze down to the grip.]
Doubt you can kick it much lower than it already is, Fraser. You're not spreadin' rumour about me, are ya?
[And that might be a joke, considering Fraser's recent speech about the two of them to the whole fucking room.]
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It never stopped being funny, seeing his friend blushing at the hands of over eager women, and he can't even feel jealous about it when he's fairly certain he'll still get Benton at the end of it all. Which was actually an exceptionally weird thought to cross his mind, he realises, because only a few hours ago he would have been encouraging Fraser to try and dance with a few of those girls and, perhaps a little jealously, encourage him to take one of them to bed, just this once, for the sake of the wedding. Not that he's sure Fraser would have done, but he'd have tried anyway, and undoubtedly try to bag one for himself in the vague hope of a night of attachment free sex for the first time in many, many months.
There'd have been no point in him trying to find a potential girlfriend here, no in a wedding where everyone knows either Stella or Ray. There'd be too much connection if the relationship started going south, too many questions and too many complications. No, all he'd had sought in this wedding was a one night stand that he could slip away from the next day.
He doesn't catch everything Frannie says, what with the music and being distracted by his own thoughts, but he's pretty sure he drifts back into the conversation in time to hear something that might be gay and was that his name at the end of it all? He really hopes there's not going to be too much discussion about all this.
At least Fraser knows when to escape. He's quite the pro at running from forward women, and Ray's there ready to defend his buddy if need be. Or... just take his arm. He guesses he can manage that, even if he is briefly flicking his gaze down to the grip.]
Doubt you can kick it much lower than it already is, Fraser. You're not spreadin' rumour about me, are ya?
[And that might be a joke, considering Fraser's recent speech about the two of them to the whole fucking room.]