It's taking a moment for ray to process that, tossing it around in his head as he tries to make sense of it. Must be some weird Canadian thing, requesting support or something. Every other reasoning just makes it sound really freaking odd.
But whatever. Pizza and booze. And the pizza is pretty much all gone so only booze is left. Ray gets through his pizza eating pretty speedily, especially with Dief's help, and he never struggles to clear out a whole one. He blames his high metabolism for his ability to clear through mass, fatty foods and still be bouncing off the walls and be hungry minutes later, all while keeping a trim form. It's not as if pizza tends to stay long, all carbs and fat, but it proves to be a damn good absorber for alcohol, he finds. Plus it's a favourite of his and the wolf's.
Once he's settled back with the alcohol, he lets Fraser rifle through the clinking bottles, lips curling upwards slightly as he observes the Mounties' choice of alcohol. Rum. Cute. To be honest, any of the spirits would be an entertaining choice and Ray isn't disappointed as he watches the scene unfold.
By the time Fraser's choking on the heavy burn of alcohol Ray's unable to hold back a laugh, chuckling out a few amused exhales, too entertained by his friend's discomfort.]
Take it easy, buddy. That's strong stuff for a light weight.
[He reaches for a bottle as his laugh dies down, vodka being the first in his grip which he drinks down as easily as water, little more than a slight throat clear to ease it down. Ray's certainly had much more experience with drinking the stuff.]
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It's taking a moment for ray to process that, tossing it around in his head as he tries to make sense of it. Must be some weird Canadian thing, requesting support or something. Every other reasoning just makes it sound really freaking odd.
But whatever. Pizza and booze. And the pizza is pretty much all gone so only booze is left. Ray gets through his pizza eating pretty speedily, especially with Dief's help, and he never struggles to clear out a whole one. He blames his high metabolism for his ability to clear through mass, fatty foods and still be bouncing off the walls and be hungry minutes later, all while keeping a trim form. It's not as if pizza tends to stay long, all carbs and fat, but it proves to be a damn good absorber for alcohol, he finds. Plus it's a favourite of his and the wolf's.
Once he's settled back with the alcohol, he lets Fraser rifle through the clinking bottles, lips curling upwards slightly as he observes the Mounties' choice of alcohol. Rum. Cute. To be honest, any of the spirits would be an entertaining choice and Ray isn't disappointed as he watches the scene unfold.
By the time Fraser's choking on the heavy burn of alcohol Ray's unable to hold back a laugh, chuckling out a few amused exhales, too entertained by his friend's discomfort.]
Take it easy, buddy. That's strong stuff for a light weight.
[He reaches for a bottle as his laugh dies down, vodka being the first in his grip which he drinks down as easily as water, little more than a slight throat clear to ease it down. Ray's certainly had much more experience with drinking the stuff.]