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[sosghosts]

[Action- Greased Lightning Garage ]

[Pete's at work, impatient ever since receiving his proton pack. He can't wait to take it over to Ray's so that he, Ray, and Egon can start discussing business. He figures if he makes one hard sell today on a used car, he can cut loose a little early. Maybe you're a coworker who's noticed him looking at the

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action - GHOSTBUSTERS HQ

[pkeccentric]

[he's sitting on the couch lighting up a cigarette when Venkman comes knocking and nearly has a heart attack because of it. jumping up out of his seat, he runs to the door and throws it open, looking around conspiratorially.]

...Were you followed?

[it's really sad how used he is to this kind of thing. it's not even thanks to Mayfield either.]

[sosghosts]

Followed? Seriously, Ray?

[He pushes past Ray into the house.]

[pkeccentric]

[yeah, he's used to that, too.] It doesn't hurt to ask. 's been a while since we've had an angry mob after us.

[he closes the door and locks it, then turns to Peter with his arms crossed.]

What did you do?

[sosghosts]

Set a tree on fire. Maybe a few squirrels.

[He takes off his proton pack, resting it gently on the floor by the couch before stretching and plopping down on it.]

[pkeccentric]

[gee, thanks. just when he was starting to get comfy.]

- A few? [what did they ever do to you?! monster!] Just where did you set it off at? When has using the Packs in a densely populated area ever worked out for us?

[sosghosts]

I said maybe, Francine.

[He shrugs.] On my way over here. I was just testing it out--oh [He motions at the cigarette Ray's smoking.]

May I?

[pkeccentric]

Yeah, and we both know what that really means.

[he looks down at his cigarette and sighs, moving to fish his pack from out of his pocket to toss over at Venkman.]

Please, go ahead.

[sosghosts]

[He catches it with one hand, then plucks one out for himself and sticks it in his mouth.]

What're you trying to say, Raymond?

[He tosses the pack back at him.] Light?

[pkeccentric]

[uh oh, full name basis. stormy weather's ahead.]

That I'm pessimistic. Peter, you know we can't afford to be seen out of line here.

[he catches the pack and approaches with his Zippo, leaning down to light Peter's cigarette.]

Don't just try to be a little more careful. Do it.

[sosghosts]

[He inhales on the cigarette as the other man lights it, then takes it from his mouth and exhales.]

You worry too much. No one was hurt. It'll be alright... Is there any beer leftover from last time I was here?

[pkeccentric]

I think we have some left. I don't think Miss Ciel drinks, so she doesn't mind me keeping it in the fridge. [he scurries into the kitchen and checks said fridge. lo and behold, there's a few cans left from a six pack he and Venkman all but demolished the last time he was over. he grabs two, not really intending to drink much right now because he was really looking forward to that bear claw and tosses one over to the other man.]

Are you feeling okay? Aside from the squirrel evisceration, I mean.

[sosghosts]

[The Bakery was closed okay. He catches the can with his free hand, placing his cigarette back into his mouth with the other so that he can open the thing.]

I'm fine. You? You seem a little uptight.

always gotta use this icon when you use that one.

[pkeccentric]

It's called being concerned. Trust me, if I was being uptight, I'd tell you not to use your Pack at all.

[time for couch floppage.]

I just...don't want anything else to happen. Three is a powerful number; I don't want to see it go any lower, that's all.

Bros 4eva

[sosghosts]

Concerned? Who are we talking about here?

[He chuckles a bit, taking a puff on the cigarette and exhaling before gulping down some of his beer.]

How do you figure that would happen?

[pkeccentric]

Well, you. Wasn't that obvious?

[he frowns, watching the way Venkman downs his booze. he's in one of those moods, isn't he. might as well go back in and get the rest of the six pack.

when he comes back from the kitchen, he drops the other cans. he takes one for himself but doesn't open it, instead rolling it between his hands.]

Between the psychotic police force and the ridiculous things they and the rest of the town have been throwing at us, like the aliens? [SHRUG] Call it a hunch.

[sosghosts]

That's not what I meant. [He took a long drag from the cigarette and then pushed it into a nearby ashtray.]

Last I remember, I was the one rescuing you from aliens.

[CHUG A LUG]