[Of course Vecchio is behind it, even if, for some stupid reason, Ray's persuading himself it's a clerical mistake. It'd be just like Vecchio to pull something like this on the two of them, even if it meant a hassle for all parties involved. Not that Fraser would cause any sort of hassle. That would be far too un-Canadian.

Still, the Mountie has a point. The two of them have spent plenty of time stuck in snow shelters, tents, cabins and whatever else, huddled up in close quarters trying to keep warm, and wasn't it Ray who'd admitted to himself he missed that company now that they were back in Chicago? He'd barely had a good nights sleep since they'd got back, maybe this is what he needed, especially with the aid of booze.]

Fine. We can make it work. You don't gotta sleep on the floor, but Dief has to stay on the end of the bed. [Because snoring.

The problem seems to be short lived either way as Ray turns his attention back to the fridge and rifles through it, withdrawing several tiny bottles of bourbon.]

So how many drinks y'think I can fit in before this thing starts? I wanna beat some records.