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Det. Stanley Raymond Kowalski ➔ Ray Vecchio ([personal profile] kickem) wrote in [community profile] thelockbox 2014-09-14 03:56 pm (UTC)

[He hadn't expected to get away with it, not really, but testing the waters was worth it, even if it did result in Armando approaching far too closely. Ray wasn't going to push it more, he didn't need the hassle of being 'punished' for being a smart ass, he liked his fingers unbroken and his body relatively bullet free, but the occasional experimenting poke and prod got him to test the mettle of this guy in front of him. He needed to see how much of a push over he was, how much of his bark would be backed up by bite, and how much he can get away with in the long run.

As Armando approaches, Ray doesn't move beyond a slight lean back, instincts and self preservation telling him to get away from the gun muzzle pushing up towards his jaw or fight back and wrestle the gun back, but he grits his teeth and bears it. Nothing will be achieved by trying to grapple for that gun, nothing that wouldn't result in risking getting himself shot. His chin lifts, forced to by the solid metal pressing against him, sight strained down to keep watch on the whatever the fuck the mobster is attempting to do.

Looks like the suit has to come off, and he sees the logic in it. No point in letting a guy get covered in evidence, not when it's evidence that can get people convicted. No point in letting the suit owner cover it in their own blood either. Ray realised that doesn't bode well for himself, all things considered. Once he gets that suit off anything could follow, and he doubts any of it is going to be happy fun times for himself.

Right now he's just got to weigh out his options (which are limited) and decide whether he'll preserve himself more by cooperating fully or fighting back. At the moment it's the former, but that doesn't mean the tables won't turn. It's the hope of that, and that he'll be getting Fraser back at the end of it, that drives him on. Ray doesn't have the fear that plenty of the thugs that have been here have, he's not there to beg forgiveness or receive consequences for a screw up, he's there as a cop looking for information, and sure he may not be in the best situation right now, but his confidence stays.]


I got this.

[A low mutter than has a slight edge of reluctant obedience. For now.

His hand movements are slow, learning long ago not to make any jerky or sudden shifts around someone holding a gun to you, but he does as he's told, fingers finishing off the work on his shirt and carefully rolling the shirt off his shoulders. His belt comes next, loosened with ease and then working at the fastening of his suit pants, everything getting dropped by his feet to reveal a pale and lithe body beneath, anxiety getting him shuddering just slightly.]


On the uh, on the piano?

[He'll get the shoes and socks wrestled off the second he can bend over without the fear of being shot for it, and while his folding isn't exactly skilled, he'll still do a vague attempt at it.]

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