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[ectopportunism]

[Action- 752 Partridge Drive ]

[It's Peter's birthday, and his creepy Drone-Wife has prepared him a cake. After coming home from work, she's placed a paper birthday hat on his head and invited him to the kitchen. He pauses momentarily to look at the hat in a nearby mirror and frowns at the red and blue balloons. He sighs heavily before following her into the kitchen to blow out the candles of the cake... which he will not eat in fear of it being poisoned. Maybe his Mayfield-assigned children are nearby to witness his embarrassment, or maybe they're more interested in the cake.]

[Action- Around Town ]

[Venkman leaves his house in a hurry, Egon promised to treat him to a meal at the diner and there is no way he's going to pass that up. Being in a rush, he completely forgot about the stupid party hat and is still wearing it. How embarrassing, someone should probably bring it to his attention.]


[Action- Neutron Diner ]

[By now, Peter has thankfully noticed he was still wearing the hat, crumbled it up, and shoved it in a trash can. He enters the Diner, waving for a hostess to seat him. Egon should be there any minute.]

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[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Only has to glance briefly at the menu to decide what he wants.]

If I ever do kill myself I'll be donating my body to science. That way I'll continue to be useful even after death. I've got it all worked out.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He can't help but chuckle to himself.]

Has the thought ever occurred to you that you might be more useful alive?

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

Peter. You do care.

[Teasing smirk.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He rolled his eyes. He ignored Egon's smirk out of spite and waved for the waitress to signal they were ready to order.]

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[He orders an appropriately greasy burger and chocolate malt shake from the waitress and waits for Peter to order.]

I feel obligated to ask the obvious question... it could be out of masochistic curiosity. If you could have anything for your birthday, what would it be?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He orders his own burger, but with a soda instead.]

Here? [He pauses, messing with his silverware.] Would it be cheesy to say a way home?

[He shrugged, back home he didn't even have any real need for any elaborate gift. He smiled a bit before speaking.]

In general? Maybe to be a couple years younger, I don't know.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

Who knows? With the way things work around here, we could possibly arrange that for you.

[Again with the creepy I-have-a-crazy-scary-idea-for-an-experiment face, one eyebrow raised.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He sees that face. He knows that face. Oh God what has he done.]

Let's not.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Disappointment.] Ray would have jumped at the opportunity.

[Guilt trip, guilt trip.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah... [He sighs.]

What does something like that even entail?

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

Peter, if I knew the answer to that I'd be filthy rich.

... [Waits for the piqued interest.] One thing at a time.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He tried not to look too interested all at once, but Egon should be able to read him well enough, his eyes shot right back up to Egon as the word "rich" was spoken.]

I'm just not so eager to be a guinea pig.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Big eyebrow-raise.]

Even if it would result in a hefty paycheck?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

My life is a little more important to me, Spengs.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

... So you became a Ghostbuster?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

What can I say, chicks dig it.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

Why am I not surprised that you would risk your life for chicks but not science?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

You tell me.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Snorts.]

Because you're you.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

So descriptive.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Eyerolls, then glances around and grabs the salt shaker.] Alright, Peter. This is you.

[Holds up the pepper shaker.] This is logic.

[He sets them on opposite ends of the table from each other and then clasps his hands together.]

Might be why I've stuck by you all these years. You make no sense to me and you know I hate walking away from a challenge.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Glad to be a challenge for you, Spengs.

[He grins, his attention being drawn by the waitress bringing them their food. He sits back as she places the food before them.]

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Leans back as the waitress places his meal in front of him.] Thank you.

[He goes straight for the milkshake, of course.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Too bad I can't say the same for you. [He picks up the pepper and places it back next to the salt shaker.]

You and logic aren't too far off, for me.

[drspengler.livejournal.com]

[Eyebrow raise.]

Really? What was that you were saying about me killing myself?