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[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 clock one too many times, or maybe you're looking to buy a car today...]

[Action- Around Town ]

[After work, Venkman picks up his proton pack from home and is heading for Ray's when he begins to wonder if the thing even works. He flips it on, pulls the wand out from its holster, and aims for a nearby tree. A bright beam is shot out, scorching the side of the tree and peppering the thing with small flames.]

...It's still in one piece? I'm good.


[Action- Ray's House/1127 Taylor Road ]

[He's knocking on the door rapidly.]

Let me in, Ray... before I'm arrested for arson!

Comments

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

How many is several? Are we talking grand theft auto, here?

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[...yeah, he's not going to dignify this with an answer, so have some coughing instead.

very unsuspicious coughing.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[Have a semi-stern look, although it turns into more of a smirk.]

...Ray.

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

Only a few. Three, tops. No one will miss them.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[Another swig of beer.]

Oh good. That's doable. I was worried that you would be contracting kleptomania in the near future.

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[...who says he hasn't?]

We're always running low on supplies at the garage. [he says that with an edge of sheepish guilt.] I'm just happy that the guy who owns it is either too lazy or too droned out of his mind to care, much less notice.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

I've got news. The employees aren't the only ones stealing from it. I caught some kid, earlier today.

[He shrugs, taking another drink.]

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[news to his ears.] ...Really? What were they taking?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Tools, scrap metal.

Sounds like competition, Ray. Step up your game.

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

Gee, it's like people think they're at a grocery store. [and he'll admit, he does feel a little pang of jealousy. thankfully, he squashes it before it has a chance to develop into anything past that.] I hope they have a good reason to need those. Did you stop to ask why?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

She blew me off... can you believe that? Ah well. I figure management will just replace it. Hopefully with something that isn't stripped from rust. Not that I use the tools myself, but I hear people complain about it enough.

[He finishes off his beer, placing the empty can on the coffee table in front of him.]

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

Rude! We're going to need to beef up our nonexistent security, make it harder for the kids to make off with our tools.

[he eyes the empty can, sighs, and reaches for one of the last ones, offering it to Venkman.]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

You actually care about that stuff?

[He grins, then swipes the can from Ray's hand and snaps it open.]

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

Why wouldn't I? Our stuff isn't for playing with. Besides them getting hurt, they'll make it really inconvenient for us to get work done around here.

You say that like it's surprising. Is it really?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He downs a good bit of beer... finally starting to get a bit of a buzz going.]

I didn't think you actually gave a shit about working on cars.

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[THIS IS A PG MOVIE I mean -]

It's a nice way to kill time... Not as if we don't have an abundance of that already.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs, drinks, and gets quiet for a moment.]

Gotta question for you, Stantz.

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[he's already lighting up another cig.]

And what would that be, Dr. Venkman?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[MORE BOOZE PLS]

...You would inform me if you were upset about something, right?

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[...what.]

What kind of question is that? [not like it has actual basis or anything. that's just silly talk.] Of course I would. Haven't I always done so before?

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

Just... wondering...

[Sips his beer in order to shut himself up.]

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

Peter.

[how can you stand that disapproving tone oh that's right YOU CAN'T]

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

MmHmm?

[He can't, which is why he's not taking the beer from his lips.]

[pkeccentric.livejournal.com]

[Ray notices, purses his lips in not-so thinly veiled frustration, and gently pulls the bottle away from his mouth.]

Talk to me.

[sosghosts.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, bringing a hand to his face. Where to begin.]

It's nothing. It's stupid. It's something your stupid clone said to me.