Right? And damn, what I wouldn't give to be plied with wine right about now... Christ, or even egg nog, or, I dunno, sangria...?

[ Ray doesn't even care what, just that this evening -- Hell, all of it -- is too much to put up with sober. Next time he'll know to come prepared.

He glances over, eyebrow raised a bit. ]

The what? [ Then: ] Oh, wait, the...?

[ How would that go, Ray wonders? Temping, actually, although he's not sure he needs to be giving the police chief any particular excuse to notice him if he doesn't have to. ]

Dunno if he'd be all that keen on sharing.