"I'm far more interesting to talk to," Ray replies unfazed, grin still on his face.
Until they both just leave. Walk the hell away from him, and the smile drops down into a thin line.
Well.
That's just rude.
Guess he'll have to find the free drinks himself then.
But then there's a hand on his shoulder and he's peering around and it's like a flashback to Vegas; poker table all set up, so many guys, so many guns in that room, except for this dude standing right next to him, dealing hands, doing his job, being kind of normal.
He almost groans right there. He can't believe he ever thought of Shawn as normal.
“It’s Ray,” he corrects, just as unfazed, (at least, outwardly - he can’t help the flip-flopping in his stomach at the sight of a guy who reminds him so much of what he used to be) his gaze following the hand with a look of disdain. If Shawn hadn’t have removed it as quickly as he had, Ray would’ve been forced to pry it off his shoulder himself, one finger at a time.
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Until they both just leave. Walk the hell away from him, and the smile drops down into a thin line.
Well.
That's just rude.
Guess he'll have to find the free drinks himself then.
But then there's a hand on his shoulder and he's peering around and it's like a flashback to Vegas; poker table all set up, so many guys, so many guns in that room, except for this dude standing right next to him, dealing hands, doing his job, being kind of normal.
He almost groans right there. He can't believe he ever thought of Shawn as normal.
“It’s Ray,” he corrects, just as unfazed, (at least, outwardly - he can’t help the flip-flopping in his stomach at the sight of a guy who reminds him so much of what he used to be) his gaze following the hand with a look of disdain. If Shawn hadn’t have removed it as quickly as he had, Ray would’ve been forced to pry it off his shoulder himself, one finger at a time.