[ Anyone else would have been wary of such a declaration, particularly anyone who knew that a drunk Ray was the kind of Ray who locked himself away in the dark and danced with himself with the ghosts of his memories; but Fraser could be dense at times. At least he was ensuring that Ray would eat as well as drink, and how much booze could there be in a hotel suite anyway? Together they got their keys from the front desk - though Fraser had to produce the letter he'd requested from the hotel's proprietor saying that since this was a special occasion Diefenbaker could stay - and then he ordered their pizza then and there, tried to tip the woman at the desk and only got waved off because he was so polite..
They had to climb up the stairs to the second floor to find their room, and Fraser went ahead to unlock it, finding their luggage already inside and the twenty he'd given to George laid down on the key tray by the door. It was odd how he inspired that in otherwise weathered Chicago residents, but somehow--there it was. He shook his head, put the twenty back in his hat, propped the hat on the coat hook on the back of the door, and then turned on into the room.
It was a double.
Maybe Vecchio hadn't known. It could be a simple mistake, and Fraser could certainly head down and speak to the staff about the mistake, but since when had he needed a plush hotel bed to sleep on anyway? He could sleep standing up if he absolutely needed to, and there was a plush faux fur rug that would make a far more comfortable bed than any expensive featherdown mattress. He'd be fine. ]
Well, you'll have to share with Diefenbaker, but I'm sure you'll come to some kind of arrangement.
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They had to climb up the stairs to the second floor to find their room, and Fraser went ahead to unlock it, finding their luggage already inside and the twenty he'd given to George laid down on the key tray by the door. It was odd how he inspired that in otherwise weathered Chicago residents, but somehow--there it was. He shook his head, put the twenty back in his hat, propped the hat on the coat hook on the back of the door, and then turned on into the room.
It was a double.
Maybe Vecchio hadn't known. It could be a simple mistake, and Fraser could certainly head down and speak to the staff about the mistake, but since when had he needed a plush hotel bed to sleep on anyway? He could sleep standing up if he absolutely needed to, and there was a plush faux fur rug that would make a far more comfortable bed than any expensive featherdown mattress. He'd be fine. ]
Well, you'll have to share with Diefenbaker, but I'm sure you'll come to some kind of arrangement.