[Ray knows just what that 'more than enough' is referring to, nodding just slightly and lifting a hand to tug at his ear in acknowledgement. It's a casual move, one that looks little more than an idle scratch as he switches his gaze from Fraser to lock onto the tip jar.
He moves to lean side-on to the bar, using an elbow to keep himself propped up while still staying ridiculously close to Fraser, bodies touching at the slightest shift from either of them. The conversation is only partially listened to, uninterested as Ray is about listening to PVC wearers argue over Mounties. What his focus stays on is the keys, reaching for them the second they come sliding over the bar.
Ray knows what the keys look like, he's been using them long enough by now, but there's a selection of several that he has to flick through before he narrows his search down to three similar looking ones.]
Yeah uh, beer. [He says distractedly, reaching for Fraser's hands as he tries the first key, jiggling it in the lock without much success. He only spares a brief glance up from Fraser and then towards the bar, before going back to try the second key.] Water for the Canadian.
[A soft click signals the second keys success, the ratcheting on the cuffs suddenly spilling loose from their grip and Ray's easing them off Fraser with an experienced handling, folding the two parts together and stuffing them into his pocket. He knows how to handle cuffs.]
Hey, thanks. Maybe I gotta lose my keys more often.
[The keys get tossed back onto the bar top while Fraser gets a pat on the arm. He's free for now, but what he chooses to do with that freedom is up to him.]
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He moves to lean side-on to the bar, using an elbow to keep himself propped up while still staying ridiculously close to Fraser, bodies touching at the slightest shift from either of them. The conversation is only partially listened to, uninterested as Ray is about listening to PVC wearers argue over Mounties. What his focus stays on is the keys, reaching for them the second they come sliding over the bar.
Ray knows what the keys look like, he's been using them long enough by now, but there's a selection of several that he has to flick through before he narrows his search down to three similar looking ones.]
Yeah uh, beer. [He says distractedly, reaching for Fraser's hands as he tries the first key, jiggling it in the lock without much success. He only spares a brief glance up from Fraser and then towards the bar, before going back to try the second key.] Water for the Canadian.
[A soft click signals the second keys success, the ratcheting on the cuffs suddenly spilling loose from their grip and Ray's easing them off Fraser with an experienced handling, folding the two parts together and stuffing them into his pocket. He knows how to handle cuffs.]
Hey, thanks. Maybe I gotta lose my keys more often.
[The keys get tossed back onto the bar top while Fraser gets a pat on the arm. He's free for now, but what he chooses to do with that freedom is up to him.]