Fraser almost slams his head on the GTO's dashboard, spared only by his quick reflexes. Diefenbaker ends up between them in the front seat. Behind, annoyed Chicago motorists slam their hands on the horn. He adjusts his red uniform, and looks across at his partner, not appearing perturbed in the least. "The girl in Human Resources, Ray." As if he should have been paying attention and following this inexplicable tangent all along.
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Date: 2008-01-14 02:44 am (UTC)Painfully.
Fraser almost slams his head on the GTO's dashboard, spared only by his quick reflexes. Diefenbaker ends up between them in the front seat. Behind, annoyed Chicago motorists slam their hands on the horn. He adjusts his red uniform, and looks across at his partner, not appearing perturbed in the least. "The girl in Human Resources, Ray." As if he should have been paying attention and following this inexplicable tangent all along.