[Granted, sleeping with the first willing female he found would be considered desperation by most, a clear rebound from all of this ex-wife stuff, but he thought it'd be justified considering his current position. He and Stella had been separated for some time, but her getting married to another brought it all back again, the realness of the situation and the impossibility of getting her back. It didn't help that it was the very man he'd been undercover for, some smug, balding Italian. What did he have that Kowalski didn't have?
Still, as tempting as it is to start up the car again and wheel spin his way to freedom, he decides to man it up and see it through, if only thanks to the reminder of how damn lonely he'll feel if he sulks back at home without any of the usual friends and colleagues around.
Fraser takes control enough to get the Pontiac cared for and Ray lets it happen, barely even reacting like a shell-shocked victim, easily led by the arm wrapping around him. He didn't mind the contact, not from Fraser, they'd known each other long enough to comfortably be close, and right now Ray could use all the guidance he could get. He barely even hears the porter's response, although spares the briefest glance over at the guy as if he's not entirely sure what he heard. Mr. Kowalski-Fraser? What even was that? He'd almost be tempted to question it where it not for the words close to his ear, bringing him back to the reality at hand.
Minibar. Yes. Now Fraser was talking his language.]
Heh. I could run up a pretty high bill.
[And Vecchio could pay for every single penny of it, the bastard.]
C'mon then, buddy, I gotta lot of drink to get through before the day is out. [The bark from Dief is enough of a prompt for Ray to add;] And food too. Hey, y'think we can get pizza out here? Must be some place who delivers.
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Still, as tempting as it is to start up the car again and wheel spin his way to freedom, he decides to man it up and see it through, if only thanks to the reminder of how damn lonely he'll feel if he sulks back at home without any of the usual friends and colleagues around.
Fraser takes control enough to get the Pontiac cared for and Ray lets it happen, barely even reacting like a shell-shocked victim, easily led by the arm wrapping around him. He didn't mind the contact, not from Fraser, they'd known each other long enough to comfortably be close, and right now Ray could use all the guidance he could get. He barely even hears the porter's response, although spares the briefest glance over at the guy as if he's not entirely sure what he heard. Mr. Kowalski-Fraser? What even was that? He'd almost be tempted to question it where it not for the words close to his ear, bringing him back to the reality at hand.
Minibar. Yes. Now Fraser was talking his language.]
Heh. I could run up a pretty high bill.
[And Vecchio could pay for every single penny of it, the bastard.]
C'mon then, buddy, I gotta lot of drink to get through before the day is out. [The bark from Dief is enough of a prompt for Ray to add;] And food too. Hey, y'think we can get pizza out here? Must be some place who delivers.