[ Was Ray inviting him to actually share the bed with him? Fraser blinked despite himself, staring up at his partner, then blushed and looked away, grateful that Ray's attention was on the contents of the fridge and not on him. ]
You want me to produce a number based on how much I think can be drunk leveled against how long we have before we need to be changed and ready, just so that you can attempt to beat it. Do I have that about right?
[ He wasn't really asking. Of course Ray did. ]
It depends on the units of alcohol you attempt to imbibe, but I believe your limit would be... [ Thoughtful pause. ] Two beers, and seven of the tiny bottles. And your chances of beating such a record depend on how many slices of pizza you eat, although I won't tell you if you would be required therefore to eat more or less pizza.
And speaking of--
[ There was a knock on the door, and Fraser head over to open it at once, thanking the porter for delivering the pizza and once again offering to tip him. No thank you, Mr and Mr. Kowalski-Fraser, the pleasure is all mine.
And then look: there was pizza, and Fraser trying to act naturally, and Dief trying to jump up and get it while he carried the boxes over to the bed and climbed up onto it. They'd scatter crumbs no doubt, but since the room lacked a table, the bed was the best place to share a meal ]
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You want me to produce a number based on how much I think can be drunk leveled against how long we have before we need to be changed and ready, just so that you can attempt to beat it. Do I have that about right?
[ He wasn't really asking. Of course Ray did. ]
It depends on the units of alcohol you attempt to imbibe, but I believe your limit would be... [ Thoughtful pause. ] Two beers, and seven of the tiny bottles. And your chances of beating such a record depend on how many slices of pizza you eat, although I won't tell you if you would be required therefore to eat more or less pizza.
And speaking of--
[ There was a knock on the door, and Fraser head over to open it at once, thanking the porter for delivering the pizza and once again offering to tip him. No thank you, Mr and Mr. Kowalski-Fraser, the pleasure is all mine.
And then look: there was pizza, and Fraser trying to act naturally, and Dief trying to jump up and get it while he carried the boxes over to the bed and climbed up onto it. They'd scatter crumbs no doubt, but since the room lacked a table, the bed was the best place to share a meal ]