[ Fraser was very self conscious of where they were for once. He didn't lean across even though he very much wanted to, to press his mouth against Ray's, and instead after a moment he withdrew, lifting his hand away from his partner's leg and climbing out of the car, taking his hat from its place on the dash.

As he straightened up, correcting his sash which he'd only managed to twist around as it went over his shoulders, and putting his hat on his head, Dief jumped out onto the sidewalk beside him and trotted off into the station ahead of them. He put his hands on the roof and looked across the top of the car at Ray. ]

It won't be that simple. Ray, I--I haven't been inebriated in my life. Drugged, yes; I once ate psychadelic mushrooms because I misidentified the species, and there was that one time I slept in a medical tent after someone spilled a flask of ether--but I was ten and eleven years old respectively.

I can't...that is, I wouldn't be able to...

[ Act. Lie. Fake it. Fraser didn't like to admit his weaknesses, but the pressure that this one would put on Ray made their involvement in this all the more unsafe. It had to be done; one of them had to wear a wire, and they had to stick it out until they had their evidence. But if Fraser couldn't act drunk then he'd have to actually be drunk. There wasn't another option. ]