[Down was exactly where Ray was headed, and that really didn't seem like a great place to be when locked in a cage in a dark and dreary dungeon with stifling heat and blood congealing all over him. If paranoia was going to hit him, then he'd get hit with it hard. He gets nervous, that can't be helped, but it's just nerves and anxiety didn't always mix great with drugs, especially the after effects of them. Shit, as if things weren't bad enough already.
As the door clangs shut behind him, and he watches Armando drop to the floor almost immediately following it, Ray considers that to be a pretty good idea. He's weak and exhausted, especially with the added bonus of the kick of adrenaline slowly leaving his body, so he finds the furtherest 'corner' away from the gangster that he can and settles down into it heavily.
Despite the heat he's shivering, staring reluctantly back at the other as he listens to the proposed plan. It's not something he can argue with. This guy already had it planned out and he knows it far better than Ray ever could. Ray doesn't know Vegas or the Vegas Feds.
He'd just have to suck it up and go along with it for Fraser's sake. Anything to get the Mountie back to Chicago and out of the hair of both the Feds and all the Vegas families, because of course Benton had managed to stir up trouble here, of course he had. That's what he does wherever he goes. Nothing is ever simple when Benton Fraser was involved.]
I got it. Go have yer fuckin' shower and leave me in peace.
[Because right now Ray just wants to curl up in a ball and preferably sleep. Or just ride out the downer that could be days. It's going to be weeks before he's right again, and that's not even counting mentally.
The curling up happens, the sleep? Well, that might come. Or he might just lay there for the next few hours and wait.]
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As the door clangs shut behind him, and he watches Armando drop to the floor almost immediately following it, Ray considers that to be a pretty good idea. He's weak and exhausted, especially with the added bonus of the kick of adrenaline slowly leaving his body, so he finds the furtherest 'corner' away from the gangster that he can and settles down into it heavily.
Despite the heat he's shivering, staring reluctantly back at the other as he listens to the proposed plan. It's not something he can argue with. This guy already had it planned out and he knows it far better than Ray ever could. Ray doesn't know Vegas or the Vegas Feds.
He'd just have to suck it up and go along with it for Fraser's sake. Anything to get the Mountie back to Chicago and out of the hair of both the Feds and all the Vegas families, because of course Benton had managed to stir up trouble here, of course he had. That's what he does wherever he goes. Nothing is ever simple when Benton Fraser was involved.]
I got it. Go have yer fuckin' shower and leave me in peace.
[Because right now Ray just wants to curl up in a ball and preferably sleep. Or just ride out the downer that could be days. It's going to be weeks before he's right again, and that's not even counting mentally.
The curling up happens, the sleep? Well, that might come. Or he might just lay there for the next few hours and wait.]