#⠀‘⠀nice thinkin' ray.⠀/⠀(𝙳𝚈𝙽.) 𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚉

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tag drop, part two.

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@doctorstantzy​​​ sent a 📜 for an incorrect quote.

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@rayzoccult​ asked:  ⠀⠀ ... ⠀⠀ ❝ 9, for ray! ❞

𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 peter got into his car. the first few minutes were spent in uncomfortable silence, and having his best friend sat beside him seemed to do very little to quell the sensation. having suffered enough, his fingers began to fumble for the radio -- with a whir and a stutter, it began to play.

‛ i could feel at the time, there was NO WAY OF KNOWING. fallen leaves in the night, who can say where they're blowing? ’

the words, they reasonated with peter as he reflected on his day: packing his things, saying goodbye to the firehouse, to his friends, hell- to his life. yesterday there had been no way of knowing what was to come of today. and who knew which way life would blow him next?

❛ so ❜ peter began, trying (and more evidently failing) to conceal his current despair, ❛ where'd you want me to drop you? aunt lois'? ❜

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@doctorstantzy​ liked for a starter based on : ⠀⠀ ♫ ⠀⠀ SMALLTOWN BOY, BRONSKI BEAT.

❛ the love that you need will never be found at home ❜ he mutters, idling in a mixture of insobriety and torturous recollection. sure, ray’s family issues were miles apart from peter’s in similarity -- but the fact still remained.

he spoke from experience.

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@doctorstantzy​ asked   ⠀⠀ ... ⠀⠀ ❝ you killed the car. ❞

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 '𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴' seemed to have the opposite effect when leaving peter venkman’s lips. they had broken down somewhere between atlantic city and manhattan where two major issues surfaced -- one, they had no fuel and two, they had no money for more fuel.

and despite having heaps more experience in the auto department, it was peter who took the initiative to solve the situation over ray. did ray trust him? unlikely, and with good reason. for peter had proposed, using his ‘brooklyn street knowledge’, to fill the car up with the vodka he’d brought along -- ❛ any petrol vehicle should run on distilled spirits. mister car, meet mister smirnoff ❜

the petrol vehicle indeed did not run on smirnoff vodka, and instead spluttered so violently after ignition that one would easily suspect it might blow up.

❛ i didn’t kill the car, ray ❜ peter began, though all evidence was clearly against his statement, ❛ you saw him chug that litre of vodka -- you’re just feelin’ a lil tanked, ain’cha buddy? ❜

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@doctorstantzy​​ asked:  ⠀⠀ ... ⠀⠀ ❝ damn it, we lost him. ❞

𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙲𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝚃. they were sloppy -- uncoordinated and extremely unprofessional. it was normal to have calls like this, but this hardly made up for the embarrassment peter would feel.

❛ we, ray? ❜ peter looked down at his colleague, who was knelt beside him retrieving a ghost trap that had unsuccessfully missed the specter, ❛ there's no we in this, butter fingers. ❜

of course, it had been equally the fault of peter as it had been ray, but it was not in peter's nature to take the blame for things. he was more of his father than he realised.