[The switch in Fraser is palpable, falling from awareness of his surrounds to locking his attentiveness fully on Ray. He feels each slight switch of Fraser against him easily, the slip of his eyes shutting, the sag of his head and more obviously the heavy weight of his body as Ray supports the weight of Benton leaning into him.
Ray's unrelenting in his attack against Fraser's senses, but he doesn't waste time with it. Waits for the reward of money, the applause and whistles from a few surrounding viewers, never quite picking up on the murmured words from those around. His hearing isn't anything like Fraser's.
Just as quickly as he started, he stopped, withdrawing with one final press of his lips to Fraser's jaw, an appreciative and entirely silent 'well done'. It's a convincing little show they can put on, most likely because there's very little acting involved. Ray enjoys trying to pull Fraser apart and Fraser's so very good at letting it happen. It's true that before last night they'd have had no chance at being this convincing. There's no way Ray would have been getting close without obvious shows of awkwardness of reluctance. They needed this understanding between the two of them to make it work.]
Alright, buddy. How much we got? [He ducks out of the embrace, one palm pressing up against Fraser's chest for support juuust in case he's not up to standing on his own two feet, the other hand hovering just under the jar in case of any grip failures. Perhaps Ray's a tease, or perhaps he just doesn't feel like sharing every noise and tremble of his Mountie with the rest of the club, either way, he's stopping the show for the sake of money.
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Ray's unrelenting in his attack against Fraser's senses, but he doesn't waste time with it. Waits for the reward of money, the applause and whistles from a few surrounding viewers, never quite picking up on the murmured words from those around. His hearing isn't anything like Fraser's.
Just as quickly as he started, he stopped, withdrawing with one final press of his lips to Fraser's jaw, an appreciative and entirely silent 'well done'. It's a convincing little show they can put on, most likely because there's very little acting involved. Ray enjoys trying to pull Fraser apart and Fraser's so very good at letting it happen. It's true that before last night they'd have had no chance at being this convincing. There's no way Ray would have been getting close without obvious shows of awkwardness of reluctance. They needed this understanding between the two of them to make it work.]
Alright, buddy. How much we got? [He ducks out of the embrace, one palm pressing up against Fraser's chest for support juuust in case he's not up to standing on his own two feet, the other hand hovering just under the jar in case of any grip failures. Perhaps Ray's a tease, or perhaps he just doesn't feel like sharing every noise and tremble of his Mountie with the rest of the club, either way, he's stopping the show for the sake of money.
And yes, he's addressing Benton.]