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"Well, of course your stomach hurts, pizzas weren't meant to be eaten whole. And don't think I didn't notice that it was your turn to pay. The next two are on you."

The speaker was clad in red flannel and a hat that seemed overlarge at first glance, though that wasn't what made him stand out on the busy street. That was the fault of the wolf, and

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Ray was headed on his way out of the Chapterhouse when an animal brushed by his leg. He turned to see what the fuck when he realized it wasn't just any animal, it was Dief...and he was content to ignore Ray in favor of a woman with a really gross looking fur thing on.

Of course, what this really meant was that Benton had to be nearby, right? Only Ray didn't see him, and was thinking maybe it was some other wolf in there as he half-stumbled out the door.

A few more steps and Ray found himself face to face with the man himself. "Benton! Didn't take you for a, uh, patron of booze and strippers," he said cheerfully.

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"Ray." For a moment, that was all Fraser said, and then he put a hand on the other man's shoulder. The way he was weaving about...Fraser immediately began patting the other man carefully, searching for the fresh bullet wound.

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Ray blinked, his alcohol-addled brain trying to work out what was happening. "Uh, you trying to feel me or something?"

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Fraser didn't desist at all from his present course of action. "I am searching for your injury, Ray. The process would be expedited if you would tell me where it is."