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calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
TEST DRIVE
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Waking up
Go downstairs, to the lobby. Meet the others. Don't get attached, and don't mention this call.
The AC is busted and in this hot summer, you probably won't want to stay in your room forever.
Of course, there's much more around here than just the motel. Stepping out and hitting the town will give you plenty to do. There's stores aplenty, but that's nothing to say of the good residents of the stores; your friendly neighborhood bodega cats. They're content to laze around the aisles, though the more playful sorts may swat at your wayward accessories as you pass by.
Don't mind that they seem to disappear - and reappear - with a blink. That's just something cats can do.
Of course you are! There's plenty of places to eat here, but why go to some no-name joint when you can go to McDonalds? They've got burgers, they've got fries, they've got McPizza, and they even have a playplace! ...Though you're probably too old for the ball pit.
Regardless of what you order, if you even order, the cashier presses a small toy into the palm of your hand. Don't you feel a pair of tiny eyes on you?
For fuck's sake, someone only went and killed a guy in the McDonald's parking lot. Maybe his head is smashed in under that chicken mask, or maybe you'll want to check? You could do the right thing and work out who did this, or you could make off with his baseball bat. The choice is yours.
What good's a city that goes to sleep? When the sun goes down, the lights go up. The city becomes aglow with every colour of the neon rainbow, with bowling alleys, nightclubs, karaoke bars, arcades and soon-to-be-extinct roller discos competing for your attention until the sun comes up. You're here, there's no curfew, it's time to make the most of it.
Have something else in mind? Go wild, and party like it's 1989.

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So this? This is beautiful. He loves this.]
/I want your looooo-oooo-oooo-oooove..../
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After he takes a moment to wind down from all of that, he grins up at Venkman.]
We should buy a karaoke machine for the firehouse, Pete!
[Please!]
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[He shakes his head at the thought, and finishes his beer.]
You wanna choose next?
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Besides, Dana was our client around that time!
[She didn't even pay them anything because Venkman didn't find anything of note.
But sure! Ray goes back to looking over the song list, humming "You Spin Me Right Round" to himself, before he suddenly stops.
After a few moments he looks back at Venkman, beaming harder than before, somehow.]
PETE!
THEY HAVE OUR SONG!
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[Back to teasing.
Venkman's busy getting himself another drink when he hears the enthusiastic shouting, and it takes him a few seconds to realize what "our song" must mean.]
Oh, no.
[He tries to look horrified, but the dumb grin on his face ruins the effect.]
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[He knows you love those arcade machines!]
Oh yes!
[Ray puts on the song and yeah Venkman it's probably the exact song you're thinking of.]
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Look, I love that we've basically got our own theme song, Ray, but I can't listen to it without thinking of that movie.
[And the less he thinks about that Murray guy butchering his reputation, the better!
Still, he knows Ray loves it, so he sits on the couch and drinks while Ray has the time of his life.]
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[Venkman please it's a great song!]
/When there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!/
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[He rolls his eyes.
That said...]
/If there's something weird... and it don't look good... Who you gonna call?/
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/GHOSTBUSTERS!
I ain't afraid of no ghost!
I ain't afraid of no ghost!/
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Who can you call?
Ghostbusters!/
[He takes another sip of his beer, watching Ray fondly. He's still sitting, though...]
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Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!/
[Ray eventually notices that Venkman is still sitting, however, and reaches his hand out to grab Venkman.
Dance with him! Surely you're drunk enough for it!]
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You may have to be more persistent, Ray. He's not gonna let you win that easily.]
/I ain't 'fraid of no ghost... I ain't 'fraid of no ghosts./
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You WILL join him!!]
/Who you gonna call?
Ghostbusters!/
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Ghostbusters!/
[Venkman grins, tightening his grip on Ray's hand.
And pulls Ray down onto the couch with him, somehow not spilling his drink in the process.]
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Eventually he remembers to get back to singing.]
/If you've had a dose of a, freaky ghost, baby
You better call
Ghostbusters!/
nsfw implied because That Scene
And then Ray sings his bit. And then... Venkman's eyes light up at the next bit. There's no lyrics, but he remembers exactly which part of the movie this bit plays at. The look on his face is priceless, and he winks at Ray exaggeratedly.]
thanks i hate it
And then it hits him and he glares hard at Venkman.]
Don't say a word.
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[He doesn't have to, after all. Ray knows exactly what he's thinking. Venkman kisses him again, moving over on the couch to make more room for Ray to fit.
The next lyrics come up and, ok, he really can't resist this.]
/Lemme tell ya somethin'... Bustin' makes me feel good!/
[He bats his eyelashes.]
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And then he hears that line he glares even more and punches Venkman's shoulder. Not too hard but it wasn't as soft as the shoves he gave him earlier.]
You're a dick, Pete.
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You're cute when you're mad. And, you know, in general.
[Venkman nuzzles at Ray's neck affectionately. You know he loves ya, Ray. He just also really loves to tease.]
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You're not going to win me over that easily, Pete.
[... The song is still playing but it's fine.]
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Hey. Hey.
/Who ya gonna call?/
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Despite his best efforts, he breaks into a smile as he cheers the next lyric.]
/Ghostbusters!/
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/Who ya gonna call?/
[He's just gonna keep going until the song ends or Ray makes him stop.]
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