[ Fraser is barely aware of the switch. To be fair, Ray has so much swagger in him as a matter of course that it's almost natural of him to play such an aggressive role. When Ray leans in against his back, hand on his shoulder, breath against his ear, Fraser doesn't flinch, but as they step in through the side door into the actual traffic of early morning clubgoers. It's surprisingly busy for this time of day, but odd people are odd; Fraser doesn't question it any more.

It only means he has to play his part for a bigger audience. He tips his head over toward Ray somewhat. ]

More or less. Someone may talk--we should remain open to the possibility that lingering may yield results.

[ It's...distracting. Being looked at the way that people were looking at him made Fraser unusually uncomfortable. It wasn't like he hadn't been stripped down in front of other people before, but even in his long johns he tried to avoid exposing himself. He was exposed now, and helpless to change matters. At least with his hat on he felt somewhat safer. He could be invulnerable to everything but embarrassment.

Fraser licked his lips, halting midstep as he noticed the young couple by the bar. They weren't engaging with the crowd the same way as everyone else, ergo they worked here. ]

You see them? [ A slow breath, and then spoken lower. ] Step up, Ray.