Raleigh's soaked when he crashes into the drivers seat and slams the door, laughing along with him as he runs his fingers through now drenched hair. An umbrella would have been great; his jeans are drenched and his work shirt is wet - hell, he's pretty sure his wallet is wet too, but...

Whatever.

He flashes a grin at Chuck, taking note that hey -- he's in the same shape Raleigh is.