So, Two Mounties and a Cop Walk into a Bar... ((Closed RP))

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For the first time in a long while, Ray was in a freaking fantastic mood. Not just a good mood - a great mood. A freaking fantastic, awesomely great mood. A 'not even short people with cattle prods can bring me down' mood. And it pretty much had everything to do with his partner's return from the Bermuda Triangle. He and Fraser were back to being a duet, and now they were gonna fix this marraige debacle once and for all.

Ray was walking practically shoulder-to-shoulder with histhe Mountie, leaning in so as to fill Fraser in on all the important details of the case.

"I'm pretty sure there's a double in the bedroom." Ray hadn't been in the bedroom, for obvious reasons, but the Hat was such a horndog that the beds had to be sizable. "I've been sleeping on the couch, but we can just kick Turnbull out there, and you and Dief and take the bed. I'll get a cot. And I know we've got stuff for sandwiches in the fridge. You hungry? We could probably get you some fries, too."