#window-service

They finally came across a bench that wasn’t occupied by any of the other nightly drunks. Ray daintily spread herself on the polished wood, elbows resting on the top of the back few planks. Jamison, however, dropped his ass down as fast as gravity could pull him, the bench squeaked and whined under his weight. 

The two of them sat in silent apprehension, staring wide eyed at each other, waiting for the bench to crack in two, they breathlessly laughed when it didn’t. 

“Oh Jamie, I–” she was interrupted by a wet, guttural belch, a cloud of smoke leapt from her mouth and fogged up the air. “I ain’t seen any man or monster neck down as much as you can in one go! Yer like a freakin’…” she waved her hands in the air as she tried to find the words “Livin’ funnel or somethin’.”

Jamison swiped the ashen cloud away from his face, coughing out a giggle. “Two throats can do you wonders, dear Ray. That and alcohol… uh, tol.. tulorrr…” his tongues slipped around in his mouth as he tried to sound out the word, eyes crossed in concentration while he tried to spell it out in his head.

“Tolerance?” Ray corrected.

“Yes! That.” 

Ray shook her head in disbelief, “’Ere I was, barely chokin’ down my fifth shot, and you already had two kegs floodin’ in yer gullet.”

“You impressed me too, I’d have never thought someone could melt a building’s plumbing with their own volcanic vomit.” He chuckled to himself, and leant in close “Let’s just hope Reddington doesn’t find out it was you.”

Her eyes sunk into their sockets, “Yeah… let’s keep that to ourselves.” 

“I shan’t tell a soul.” He placed his hand to his chest, as if he was making an oath to her. 

Ray’s phone buzzed, noisily vibrating the wood they were sat on. She clumsily fumbled around in her front pocket, her knuckles getting caught on the rim of the tight fabric. “Fekkin’ skinny jeans” she grumbled to herself. She swiped the phone’s screen, placing it to the side of her head.

“Hel-” Her greeting was interrupted by very loud german bellowing out of the speaker. “I think that’s yer girlfriend” Ray held the phone away from her now ringing ears.