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Waking up
Where the hell were you last night? Maybe waking up in an unfamiliar bed with a blacked-out memory isn't so unusual for you, but that buzzing in your head is. The phone beside you rings with a 7:00 AM wake-up call, and a message left behind:

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.

What's new, Pussycat?
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.

Hungry?
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?

McMurder
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.

Night life
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.

Wildcard
Have something else in mind? Go wild, and party like it's 1989.

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/An invisible man, sleepin' in your bed-
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!]

[Venkman looks at Ray's hand for a moment, raising his eyebrows. He very deliberately settles back in his seat, finishing off his current glass and reaching for more.

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./

[Ray frowns, then grabs Venkman's wrist with his free hand and pulls him up.

You WILL join him!!]

/Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters!/

/If you're all alone, pick up the phone. And call-

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.]

[Ray yelps slightly in shock as he falls onto Venkman. He was so caught off guard by that that he starts laughing, playfully shoving Venkman and forgetting the next few lines.

Eventually he remembers to get back to singing.]

/If you've had a dose of a, freaky ghost, baby
You better call

Ghostbusters!/

[Venkman laughs, leaning forward to kiss Ray before he can get back to the lyrics.

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.]

[Ray is still really giggly and buzzed that it takes him a few moments to catch onto Venkman's look and what it means.

And then it hits him and he glares hard at Venkman.]

Don't say a word.

Wasn't gonna say anything, Ray.

[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.]

[Ray settles into the couch, ready to get his mind off that once instance.

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.

[Cue slightly-drunken giggling from Venkman as he sets his glass down(finally) and wraps his arms around Ray.]

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.]

[Ray hugs back, grumbling slightly but happily accepting the affection.]

You're not going to win me over that easily, Pete.

[... The song is still playing but it's fine.]

[Aw, come on. Venkman knows Ray too well. He kisses lightly at his neck, before pulling back and putting his hands on either side of Ray's face.]

Hey. Hey.

/Who ya gonna call?/

[Ray tries to pout more but it's really hard to be angry at him now, damn it Venkman.

Despite his best efforts, he breaks into a smile as he cheers the next lyric.]

/Ghostbusters!/

[Venkman kisses him again, briefly, before belting out the next lyric.]

/Who ya gonna call?/

[He's just gonna keep going until the song ends or Ray makes him stop.]

[Venkman if you genuinely think that Ray will tell you to stop before the song is over, you don't know him very well.]

/Ghostbusters!!!/

[He will literally do this all night.]

[Oh, he knows. And he loves Ray anyway.]

/I can't hear you!

Who ya gonna call?/

[Ray is once again laughing and full on cuddling Venkman at this point.]

/Ghostbusters!/

/LOUDER!/

[God. He's so stupidly in love with this man.]

[The feeling is very mutual.]

/GHOSTBUSTERS!/

[Theres a bit more to the song, but you know what, Venkman can't stand it anymore. He pulls Ray close and kisses him again, longer than before, threading his hand in Ray's hair.

The song is over by the time he pulls away again, pressing his forehead to Ray's and grinning like an idiot.]

Did'ya know I love you, Ray?

[There is a muffled sound of surprise as Venkman kisses him, but Ray quickly relaxes into the kiss, moving his arms around Venkman's shoulders.]

I guess I had a hunch about that. Did you know that I loved you too?

Oh, really? I had no idea, Ray! You should've told me back in undergrad.

[It looks like Operation "Keep Ray From Thinking About The Dead Man" has gone done without a hitch. Venkman leans into the touch of Ray's arms, smiling in that unguarded way he can really only manage when they're far from any prying paparazzi eyes and he knows it.]

So. You wanna stay on the couch with me, or do you want to chose another song? ... And you can't chose our theme a second time.

Darn, I guess we'll start over from the beginning!

[Ray frowns slightly and looks over at the karaoke machine.]

We're getting paid by the hour to be here, right? It seems like a waste to only do two songs and then stop.

Wellllll. Yeah, I guess so.

[He kisses Ray on the nose.]

But I'm comfortable. And you're soft.

[If Ray wants to play another song he's gotta pry himself free from Venkman's grasp.]

[Ray ponders for a bit.

Then reaches over to grab another drink of beer, smiling up at Venkman.]

Well I guess it can't hurt to stay a little longer...

[He mentally wants to make a joke about Venkman making him pay for the extra hour, but eh, he wouldn't mind paying.]

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