Shopping. *DUNH DUN DUNNNNNH*

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... all right, maybe not.

*ahem*

Ray emerges from the bar with April O'Neill in tow, heading along at that peculiar walk one assumes when one is thisclose to running but doesn't want to leave someone else behind. "She's right over there- see? Bonnie's been working on her, I've been working on her, it's been an amazing project- just be careful, Bonnie says she's not completely dry yet and I'd kind of like to be the first one to put a hand on her- anyway, this is her. Ecto-1..."

[Summary: Ray shows off Ecto to April, takes her back to his New York, acquaints her with Louis Tully's creepy product endorsements, and they head downtown to buy Ray a decent suit at Brooks Brothers for his high school reunion. There is also some breaky because the Brooks Brothers store in question is across the street from where the Twin Towers used to be.]

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April gasped in glee when she caught sight of him. "Oh, Ray. Ray. My God." She ran forward and caught hold of his closest arm, dragging him over to stand in front of the mirrors.

"Look," she breathed over his shoulder, busy hands smoothing his collar and lapel and then brushing his hair back just so.

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The last time Ray had been quiet for that long in front of a mirror, he'd been presented with the doctoral robes for his graduation from the Columbia engineering program.

"There, you see?" asked the salesman, eventually. "I did say the tie was vital to the whole thing."

Ray swallowed. "Yeah... yeah, you did. April? Uh... I realize it's supposed to be traditional to take a long time and go in and out of stores when you're shopping, but can I get a pass and just swing at this particular pitch? I think we hit pay dirt on this one."

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April would have hugged him, but for fear of wrinkling the suit. "No need to go anywhere else if you've found what you've looking for," she agreed, grinning now from ear to ear. "I love it. It looks fantastic. You're so dapper." There was that giggle again.

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"Not a word I ever thought I'd hear applied to me..." Ray glanced over one shoulder and down at the back of the trousers. "But... yeah. Yeah, I think we can go with this. Thank you, sir- where do we go to pay?"

"I suggest, first, that you go back to the fitting room. Then, follow me."

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April snickered, watching them go. While waiting, she roamed the store, occasionally passing her fingers over fabric that caught her eye. She stopped just before a mannequin in a crisp black suit, her eyes slightly unfocused as she regarded it.

When she heard Ray approach behind her, April snapped from her reverie and turned to smile at him. "Because you've done so well, I won't make you go shoe shopping today," she told him with a wink.

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"Shoes?" Ray blanched. "But I've got-"

"Dr. Stantz," said the salesman, "I mean you no offense, truly, but if you put up as much fuss about trying on shoes as you did about the tie, someone is going to have to phone the police by the end of the day. Take the lady at her word, and follow me to the counter. I'm quite sure the footwear will wait."

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April laughed brightly and then followed as well, leaning her arm on Ray's closest shoulder.

"You did good," she praised. "And what did I tell you? As quick and painless as possible, right? This wasn't bad at all."

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Ray smiled a little. "Thanks," he said. "And thank you for helping. NOw, let's get this back to the firehouse, so I can give you your tour and we can get back to Milliways..."

And it's a wrap, folks.