cheeseburger in paradis(a)

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Who: Ray Stantz & Pete Venkman
What: Cheeseburger cheeseburger, Pepsi Pepsi, no fries, chips.
When: This evening
Where: Some little dive in the City Royale
Rating: PG-13ish?

Between the various kinds of healers and doctors in residence, and the fact that both of them were pretty used to getting knocked around in their line of work as it was, Ray had a feeling that two weeks was plenty of time for Pete to have recovered from his injuries during the expedition. As for himself, he'd spent the time since tinkering, refreshing his readings of the castle, and generally puttering around - a term which could possibly be defined as "sinking several hours into various machines in the game room like a five year old". Possibly.

Having killed a sufficient amount of time on his own, Ray decided the time was nigh to check up on his buddy again, and cracked the journal open.

"Hey, Pete, you there?"

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[Venkman himself had been puttering around in the few weeks since he got back. Mostly it was his usual walks through the castle in order to work the stiffness out of his side and shoulder, and that had gone rather well. He had his full range of motion in all regards now and he felt better now that he had been given a proper chance to relax without fear of bullets or being sucked into a parallel universe of darkness. At the moment he'd been pouring over a few notes he'd gathered about disembodied voices coming from the woods when Ray's voice filtered through his journal]

Copy that 10-4 good buddy, over.

[Did he just make the radio noise with his mouth? Yes. Being an ass equals very yes]

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If Venkman was making CB radio jokes, Ray decided, he was definitely feeling - and sounding! - more like his usual self. It was a relief, really - ever since that incident in the lobby, he'd been worried about him - at least a couple of those days had been spent poring through the stacks in the library, looking for some kind of explanation as to why it could have happened. But a year and a half had taught him that if Paradisa wanted her secrets kept, she damn well kept them, and he'd decided to respectfully concede the mystery. Maybe if he did that, she'd give him something else he could use down the line. You know. Professional courtesy.

"Oh, hey, great. Say, you know what we haven't done for a while?"

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[Caught ghosts, been back to the firehouse, talked to Zeddemore or Spengler, blown a random building to kingdom come and back, saved the world from interdimensional demons...he had quite a few answers, but he'd indulge his friend, just this once]

I dunno Ray, enlighten me.

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A soft snort from the other end of the journal was enough to probably tell Venkman that Ray was shaking his head. "We haven't gone out for beers. And dinner." A pause, before he settled comfortably into the old, familiar pattern. "Pizza?"

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Pizza and beer huh?

[Well now, that sounded actually pretty good. He was hungry and it had been a while since he'd had anything destructive to his arteries]

I could go for a slice or two, maybe a nice, big cheeseburger with fries too...I kinda miss the taste of grease.

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"Ooh. ... Yanno what, yes." As fun as the takeout litany was to go through, it was just as good a moment when Peter read his mind without him even having realized what he wanted in the first place. It was the sort of thing that could only come from being friends for so long, and he hadn't realized how much he'd missed it. "Yes. Cheeseburgers. Let's do that. That's perfect."

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Well, you've been here longer, know any good places around?

[For as much wandering as he'd done, it was really just aimless. The only real place he'd been to eat so far was the Lux and wishing for meals.]

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"For burgers? Actually, no. Usually I just wish those up, but hey, it's a good day for an adventure of minuscule proportions. Don'cha think?"

Already, he had reached for his fall jacket ... and his camera, too, just in case.

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Sounds fair enough. Where should we meet up, the lobby?

[He had his window open, so his jacket was already on. Why waste the good weather?]

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Ray slung the camera case over his shoulder and pulled out an empty film can, popping the lid off and setting it on the dresser so that his soot sprite could hitch a ride. He was pretty sure Pete hadn't met the little guy, and it'd be a fun surprise to spring on him.

"Yeah, lobby's fine! I just have to throw some kibble in Blue's dish so he doesn't go out of his head and try to get into the bag, and then I'll be right down."