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Ray's alarm hadn't gone off, he'd run out of hot water, and cut himself shaving. He'd forgotten to do laundry, so had to put on yesterday's wrinkled jeans. The t-shirt passed the sniff test, so he wore that, as well.
The Goat wouldn't start, so he'd had to call a cab because he was already late, and then his father to check the GTO out while Ray was at work.
When the cab pulled up at the consulate, Fraser was on the sidewalk waiting for him. The uniform was spotless and pressed, brass gleaming and leather shining.
"Hey, Frase, how's it going?"
"Very well, Ray, thank you for asking." Fraser slid into the cab and made room for Dief. He was practically vibrating with excitement, which made Ray suspicious.
"Fraser? Just spit it out."
"Of course, Ray. Remember I told you about my annual review?"
Ray nodded.
"I've just been told that I'm getting a raise, effective retroactively to the beginning of the year, and a promotion."
"That's really great, Frase."
Fraser beamed. "Thank you, Ray."
Ray picked a piece of bloody tissue off his chin, sighed. Only Fraser would have a run of good luck on Friday the thirteenth.
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