[Ray does play it smart. Smart enough to know when he's out gunned and out numbered. Smart enough when to fight and when to concede to orders. He's had enough training in his career to know that sometimes doing what the criminal asks is a smart move for the sake of saving lives, and right now that's exactly what this is. If he plays his cards right he'll get to see Fraser, make sure he's okay, and, hopefully, get him back to Chicago. Play it wrong and he'll be dead within minutes, possibly Fraser along with him. There was too much at stake to even humour the idea of punching this guy, not right now in front of all these guns and all these people. Maybe he'd have his chance later, maybe even in the car.
For now he stands, hands behind his head and feet shoulder width apart, loose and casual. Relaxed like he does this all the time. He's cool, he's fine, nothing to worry about. He doesn't even flinch when Armando approaches, eyes rolling towards the ceiling and lips curling upwards in vague amusement at the pat down. It's a smart move and an obvious one to make, but Stanley's all for being the joker in the classroom, especially when he's got an audience. He doesn't even refrain from the light "Ooh!" at the hands on his thighs, smirking down at the suit although quickly snapping his gaze upwards again as the other straightens. Totally on his best behaviour. Yup.
He listens like he's supposed to, nods a vague yeah, yeah, yeah like he's heard it all before. Except he hasn't. This guy may be exaggerating, but Ray believes it for the most part. Fucking police departments being scared to act against mobsters. The same happens with Chicago, sure, Fraser reminded them all of that, but no action from Vegas even if a cop goes missing? Fuck that. ... God, he hopes it's a ruse, because he really could do with the PD on his side when he gets out of this mess. Because he will get out of this.
The lowering of his hands is a delayed reaction, but only because his mind is on other things, but when they do lower he comes to realise there really isn't much he can do without his guns. Sure he's still got his feet and his fists, but right now they weren't going to help him. Armando's stripped him of all his belongings, cuffs and all, and without the weight of those and his ankle gun, he feels strangely naked. How did Fraser ever cope without all that? Apparently not well if he's managed to get himself kidnapped or whatever he's got himself into, and sure, Ray was stumbling into the same issue but he had a plan (no he didn't) and he knows for a fact that if he reunites with Fraser that they'll come up with something. They always do.
Eventually he moves without an engraved invitation, tagging along towards the car without argument, still with that swagger and still casually chewing away at that gum that he somehow didn't swallow when throwing himself over the table.]
So, you're Langoustini? That uh, that mean somethin' in Italian? Like uh scumbag or shithead or whatever?
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For now he stands, hands behind his head and feet shoulder width apart, loose and casual. Relaxed like he does this all the time. He's cool, he's fine, nothing to worry about. He doesn't even flinch when Armando approaches, eyes rolling towards the ceiling and lips curling upwards in vague amusement at the pat down. It's a smart move and an obvious one to make, but Stanley's all for being the joker in the classroom, especially when he's got an audience. He doesn't even refrain from the light "Ooh!" at the hands on his thighs, smirking down at the suit although quickly snapping his gaze upwards again as the other straightens. Totally on his best behaviour. Yup.
He listens like he's supposed to, nods a vague yeah, yeah, yeah like he's heard it all before. Except he hasn't. This guy may be exaggerating, but Ray believes it for the most part. Fucking police departments being scared to act against mobsters. The same happens with Chicago, sure, Fraser reminded them all of that, but no action from Vegas even if a cop goes missing? Fuck that. ... God, he hopes it's a ruse, because he really could do with the PD on his side when he gets out of this mess. Because he will get out of this.
The lowering of his hands is a delayed reaction, but only because his mind is on other things, but when they do lower he comes to realise there really isn't much he can do without his guns. Sure he's still got his feet and his fists, but right now they weren't going to help him. Armando's stripped him of all his belongings, cuffs and all, and without the weight of those and his ankle gun, he feels strangely naked. How did Fraser ever cope without all that? Apparently not well if he's managed to get himself kidnapped or whatever he's got himself into, and sure, Ray was stumbling into the same issue but he had a plan (no he didn't) and he knows for a fact that if he reunites with Fraser that they'll come up with something. They always do.
Eventually he moves without an engraved invitation, tagging along towards the car without argument, still with that swagger and still casually chewing away at that gum that he somehow didn't swallow when throwing himself over the table.]
So, you're Langoustini? That uh, that mean somethin' in Italian? Like uh scumbag or shithead or whatever?