[It's not the spark of crazy in Fraser's eyes that surprises Ray, he already had to put up with some level of madness on a day to day basis from his partner. It's not even really the feathers in the hair or the apparent loss of memory or the unusual expressions. It's the fact that Constable Benton Fraser would even get drunk in the first place. The amount of times he'd refused a beer or a shot of whiskey or a wine when Ray had gladly drank it down, refusing politely to even drink alongside his partner, and now this? Now he's drank alone and pushed himself too far. Ray's almost upset that his friend hadn't at least called him to warn him, although Ray supposes accidentally having a few too many to drink has happened to himself before.
Why this even happened might remain a mystery, but he doubts accidental is the reason. How does one 'accidentally' drink enough alcohol to get them forgetting their name? Unless... unless this was someone's idea of a practical joke and had somehow been slipping Fraser the drinks. Or maybe this was some weird Mountie experiment. Or-- whatever, it didn't matter right now.
Right now all that mattered was getting his partner out of this place and somewhere to sober up, which definitely couldn't be the Consulate so he supposes it'll be back at his place to babysit his drunk friend for the night.
He takes the pat on the cheek with little more than an eye roll, darting off after his friend to keep him in sight and waving an idle goodbye in Matthews direction. He can properly thank the guy later and maybe update him on the ridiculous morning they'll undoubtedly have.]
Fraser. Fraser. Fraser, car's this way.
[Hands still in his pockets as he tilts his head down the corridor, away from the front desk and off towards a set of stairs. He doesn't wait long to make sure the Mountie is following, instead leading the way, head lowered tiredly and hands briefly emerging to hitch up the collar of his jacket before scuttering away back into his pockets. He's exhausted, mentally now as well as physically. This is too much to worry about at this time of the morning.]
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Why this even happened might remain a mystery, but he doubts accidental is the reason. How does one 'accidentally' drink enough alcohol to get them forgetting their name? Unless... unless this was someone's idea of a practical joke and had somehow been slipping Fraser the drinks. Or maybe this was some weird Mountie experiment. Or-- whatever, it didn't matter right now.
Right now all that mattered was getting his partner out of this place and somewhere to sober up, which definitely couldn't be the Consulate so he supposes it'll be back at his place to babysit his drunk friend for the night.
He takes the pat on the cheek with little more than an eye roll, darting off after his friend to keep him in sight and waving an idle goodbye in Matthews direction. He can properly thank the guy later and maybe update him on the ridiculous morning they'll undoubtedly have.]
Fraser. Fraser. Fraser, car's this way.
[Hands still in his pockets as he tilts his head down the corridor, away from the front desk and off towards a set of stairs. He doesn't wait long to make sure the Mountie is following, instead leading the way, head lowered tiredly and hands briefly emerging to hitch up the collar of his jacket before scuttering away back into his pockets. He's exhausted, mentally now as well as physically. This is too much to worry about at this time of the morning.]
You've got some serious explaining to do, buddy.