[The swagger is natural, it comes with the fast talking, street smarts of Ray, from a knowledge of those who run Chicago, learned from all those gangsters and drug lords and mobsters that he'll just as gladly talk face to face with as shoot at. He knows how to act the part so fluidly by now that it's not surprising that Fraser barely notices a change from the usual. It's a fairly common role for Ray to pick.
As they pick through the crowds he keeps alert, sending a few warning glances to any that get to close, his message clear enough even with the sunglasses on. When one latex clad male does try and approach from the side, his gaze apparently far too focused on Fraser for Ray's liking, Kowalski makes a grab for him, shoving heavily as he snarls out a warning;] Back off!
[But he's spotted the couple that Fraser's referring to, the ones that don't appear to be partying quite as hard as the rest, and he nods slowly, steering himself and Fraser towards them.] I got this.
[He stops close by, catching their attention with a nod as he reaches to slide his sunglasses off and loop them into the collar of his creased t-shirt. His hand has yet to leave it's position at Fraser's shoulder and he keeps it that way, even as he walks around the Mountie to get in front. His arm acting as a leash, as if he's afraid letting go will somehow lose what he's attached to.]
Hey, who's a guy gotta speak to if he needs keys? [Smooth, Kowalski. Totally smooth. But he's stepping aside enough to jerk his head towards Fraser's cuffed hands, making his intentions obvious enough.] Police issue.
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As they pick through the crowds he keeps alert, sending a few warning glances to any that get to close, his message clear enough even with the sunglasses on. When one latex clad male does try and approach from the side, his gaze apparently far too focused on Fraser for Ray's liking, Kowalski makes a grab for him, shoving heavily as he snarls out a warning;] Back off!
[But he's spotted the couple that Fraser's referring to, the ones that don't appear to be partying quite as hard as the rest, and he nods slowly, steering himself and Fraser towards them.] I got this.
[He stops close by, catching their attention with a nod as he reaches to slide his sunglasses off and loop them into the collar of his creased t-shirt. His hand has yet to leave it's position at Fraser's shoulder and he keeps it that way, even as he walks around the Mountie to get in front. His arm acting as a leash, as if he's afraid letting go will somehow lose what he's attached to.]
Hey, who's a guy gotta speak to if he needs keys? [Smooth, Kowalski. Totally smooth. But he's stepping aside enough to jerk his head towards Fraser's cuffed hands, making his intentions obvious enough.] Police issue.