Roxy Sounds Kinda Foxy (for thomas_dewey)

Ray wipes the steamy bathroom mirror with the heel of his hand, clearing a small corner of it so he can see his reflection. He checks himself over, rubs the towel against his chest one last time and sniffs himself for good measure.

Clean and soapy. Just the way he likes it.

Underwear, turtle-neck, slacks, in that order. Watch, wallet, car keys...no car keys. Shoes. Coffee to stay awake. Jacket.

Aaaaand... he's forgotten something. He runs through the list again, casting a quick glance at his watch. Whooo, nineteen minutes and counting.

One minute until Dewey would arrive. Watch, wallet, underwear, jeez, he's hungry. Dewey and-

"Ahh," Ray takes the stairs two at a time and barrels his way back into the bathroom.

Cologne.

Now he's ready...