Chapter 6 "Ghostbusters"
"When there's something weird in your neighborhood,
Who are you gonna call?"
Ray Parker Jr.," Ghostbusters"
(Song Suggestion- "Ghostbusters" by Ray Parker Jr)
Lucy
After I pledged my life to the Lord, I prayed for Him to assist the Ghostbusters with the wisdom to defeat this giant Stay Puft marshmallow man and for their safety, too. Much to my astonishment still, I found myself frozen on my knees for a time.
Mr. Stay Puft stood a good two hundred feet in front of me, generating disorder every which way in the streets. A reverberating racket encompassed the area as the Stay Puft wobbled to his destination, demolishing churches, cars, buses, and buildings in his path. Even though I was a Canadian by birth, I thought of NYC as my home and viewing its destruction pissed me off. My blood boiled slightly as I witnessed it.
Reviewing the facts silently as I stood up from the ground, I recalled that Ray told me about Gozer making a random appearance in Peter's new love interest icebox a while back and their limited knowledge about him. Although I was interested in the supernatural, I did not have the same level of interest as he did.
"What about Chris," I pondered out loud, "and Janine? Are they OK?"
Subsequently, I remembered that my new beau left around noon with his band to play at a nearby college music festival later on tonight, and the latter would not just sit in the firehouse as her Ghostbusters and her boyfriend fought off this supernatural monster. Besides, Janine and Egon had to have reconciled at this point.
"But where would she go?" I thought for a while amid the mayhem. I felt like I was in the middle of a bad 1970s horror movie with all New Yorkers screaming, sirens noisily sounding, and the general commotion.
"The action!" I realized.
As a result, I quickly strode a couple of blocks to Central Park, where I saw an enormous crowd of people surround a pricey apartment building as they viewed in horror an irate Stay Puft Marshmallow man climb it. There was a distinct aroma of roasted marshmallows because a part of him was on fire, probably from one of the particle throwers.
"Come on, Ray, Winston, Egon, and Peter," I excitedly cheered, "it's up to you!" The smell turned my stomach as I examined the incensed antagonist, Mr. Stay Puft, climbing up the building to the roof where I assumed the Ghostbusters were.
The hordes of panicked people like me examined the situation with their mouths opened as the Stay Puft Marshmallow man reached the top. Flashes of lightning and thunder tore through the night air amid the yelling and mayhem. I couldn't see any action, so I planted myself impatiently in place, waiting for the monster to disappear or disintegrate. Honestly, I was petrified.
Just when I was going to give up, the Stay Puft man imploded on the side of the building, causing marshmallow residue to fly everywhere from the sky onto the bystanders. A well-dressed man with red hair about three hundred feet to the left of me was caught in a waterfall of the white stuff as he hollered and shouted obscenities. Howling with laughter, I saw that everyone had a slight residue on them, but this man had obtained the worst of it. I wiped it off of my dress pants but noted that dry cleaners would have to remove it. Either way, it didn't matter- I was immensely grateful that I was alive and that the Stay Puft man was gone.
The sky lightened up quickly and transformed to a partly cloudy gray evening in the City.
"Are the Ghostbusters OK?" A middle-aged woman with a thick accent questioned.
As I heard people around me questioning the status of the Ghostbusters, I wondered if they had to be a sacrifice to conquer Mr. Stay Puft.
"Please, God, let them be alive," I hurriedly prayed, " please!"
Egon
After discovering that Ray conjectured a large-scale Stay Puft marshmallow man, I felt trepidation as my heartbeat stridently in my chest. My thoughts immediately went to Janine and the fact that we wouldn't save her or the City. All of the warnings she had given me that I had shrugged off had come true, and we were facing our deaths. I began to rack my brain for solutions to defeat this destroyer that came to annihilate the City and us, but I struggled. Meanwhile, as if we were in a movie where the main characters were going to be killed, loud, ominous music with several musicians in their abrasive brass instruments played in my head as we crouched under a small shelter. Peter made a joke about the Stay Puft being a sailor and that all we had to do was get him laid.
"If only it were that easy," I sarcastically thought as we heard people's screams as the giant Marshmallow man came towards Dana Barrett's apartment building to quash us. My mind returned to all the time I had wasted with Janine in the last year- first, the length it took for me to realize my feelings and second, to act on them.
The phrase "All that time I could have spent with Janine," echoed in my head. At once,I wished I hadn't listened to Peter and proposed to her last night after reconciling in her apartment. I desired to hear her sweet voice again, kiss those plush pink lips, hear her adorable giggle and hold her in my arms one more time.
"But no, I was too arrogant to consider her warnings and took her premonitions for granted," I argued with myself, irritated.
Venkman and the others scrutinized me as I attempted to resolve the problem at hand, but agonizingly, I had nothing. Not only was I terrified beyond the capacity of rational thought, but I was also morose. Had I lived my life to the fullest, or did I stay in a lab with my head down conducting meaningless experiments? With Janine, I had lived my life in brilliant color, but that was only a short time in my thirty-four years.
My life was with Janine, my one true love and soulmate, and I had squandered it. The only woman I could ever imagine living the rest of my life with was going to perish because we didn't come up with a solution to this horrific issue. I had to find a resolution expeditiously. Without thinking about it, I put my right hand in my pocket and felt myself fingering Janine's lucky coin.
"Come on, Egon," I scolded myself, "You solve problems for a living as a physicist. That's what you do.
Janine's pretty face materialized in my mind as I contemplated our options, and I touched the coin's smooth surface with my long fingers. Her face triggered a memory-
"Just remember, Egon Spengler, I believe in you and your ability. Always, " I heard my pretty redhead girlfriend say in her beautiful Brooklyn accent in a conversation we had earlier this year when I had received the rejection letters from the APS. She was the only one who could improve my mood when I was downtrodden.
Next, Janine sweetly kissed me and held me in her arms. I could feel the warmth of her arms around me and the softness of her lips for a moment. A half-grin spread on my face as I recalled those details.
"I can't let her down, or the team or the city," I thought determinedly, pushing myself to come up with a solution. Remembering Janine's encouragement inspired me to work harder.
Suddenly, poof! I had a eureka moment!
"I have a radical idea," I announced as we crouched, contemplating our options, but I paused for a moment to explain it.
"Why didn't I think about this before? This should work," I pondered inwardly, baffled.
"We'll cross the streams," I cautiously stated, watching the others' reaction to my precarious solution.
Peter caustically reminded me about the warning I had given everyone the first time we busted a ghost at the Hotel over a year ago. I was aware of the extreme danger of the situation. It could result in total protonic reversal.
"Cross the streams," Ray repeated sadly. He was probably the only one that fully understood the peril of my solution.
"There is a slim chance that it may work," I offered, as the others began to realize what was at stake- our lives and the lives of every New Yorker in the City.
"We have to do it so I can begin my life with Janine," I thought as I raised an eyebrow as the other Busters contemplated their choices.
"I love this plan! I am excited to be a part of it; let's do this," Peter, with fake enthusiasm, responded.
"This job is not worth the eleven five a year," Winston contemptuously commented.
As we rose from our feet, I wordlessly prayed that this would work to commence my life with my Angel. The Ghostbusters now realized the severity of the moment and the slight chance of success. Moreover it was truly up to us to cease the desolation of our beloved City.
The Ghostbusters bravely lined up side by side, possibly for the last time with fierce tenacity, facing the bright light, lightning, and the odd yellow temple. Although I was still horrified for sure, I kept Janine in my mind as we slowly stepped closer to each other and crossed the streams of our particle throwers as a powerful wind pushed us backward.
"I love you, Janine Louise Melnitz," I thought right before I ran back from the upcoming explosion and landed on my backside. Subsequently, I blacked out.
Ray
The thought "Am I dead?" emerged in my mind first.
It appeared that I was the first to wake up from the eruption in a corner on the roof, and I noticed that the sky cleared.
"What the hell am I covered in," I thought but realized as I touched the sticky substance with my hand, it was marshmallow residue. I stifled a guffaw because although it was light-hearted to me, the others, especially Peter Venkman, would not think it was so if he wore that much-gummed goo on his person. The smell in the air was a distinct one of the burnt marshmallows.
"Oh... oh... Winston? Are you all right?"
"Yeah, yeah," my partner in crime replied with a chuckle and walked towards me. Winston, covered in residue; however, he grinned like he always did. That was one thing I greatly appreciated about him- his positive attitude.
"Venkman? Spengler! Venkman!"
Egon emerged from a corner away from us, shrouded in marshmallow goo. Although it wasn't humorous, I felt like doing a big belly laugh when I saw the usually solemn and well-dressed Egon Spengler.
"Oh, Spengler, are you okay?"
"I feel like the floor of a taxi cab," Egon sardonically lamented.
"Venky!"
"Yeah, where are you?" Peter asked, in confusion at first. Then he strode towards us after getting his bearings around him. Of course, he had minimal marshmallow residue on him, causing Winston to grumble good-naturedly,
"Are you kidding me? Venkman, how did you manage not being doused in marshmallow fluid ?"
"That was just the Venkman luck," I replied and felt relieved that we were all OK, although a little subdued from the trauma that we endured. With the others, I began to look around the rubble of the building floor, observing that the terror dogs were now charred statues.
"Thank God!" I thought, "those things were terrifying!"
"Oh. Smells like barbecued dog hair. Oh... Venkman. Oh, Venkman, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just... I just forgot," I inconsiderately babbled, and Peter gave me a severe look. Dana Barrett, after all, was no more. That was until I heard a crumbling sound like a person clawing out of one of the statues, and our leader turned around wistfully.
"Mmm..." a woman's voice came from one of the terror dogs statues, and I wildly yelled," Look!"
After a bit of frantic teamwork removing the material around Dana, Peter lifted his would-be girlfriend out of it. With a terror dog statue head on his head, Louis walked around helplessly, and eventually, Egon, Winston, and I assisted him.
"Who are you," Louis asked in his whiny voice.
"We are the Ghostbusters," I answered matter of factly after he observed us all covered in white goo. I'm positive we appeared comical to him.m, but he didn't laugh.
"Who does your taxes," he questioned in a high-pitched voice.
Next, I began my short spiel about how he was fortunate to participate in the cross rip, and Louis said, "it felt great."
Iggy, in perfect solemnity, didn't miss a beat in questioning, "We would like to get a sample of your brain tissue."
"Ok," the former key master, in filthy and charred clothing, shrilly remarked.
That was Spengs for you focusing on his experiments, and I chuckled.
Subsequently, I observed a significant sized grin spreading across his lips because he was about to be reunited with Janine. Again.
Dana
"Ohhh, my, Wha- Wha, happened," I whispered to the person who was carrying me. As I opened my eyes gradually, I found myself shocked to see the handsome Ghostbuster and psychologist, Dr. Peter Venkman. Examining him, I observed that his uniform was soiled, but he appeared unharmed.
"So many things. Try to relax," Peter soothingly consoled me, smiling at me, "You are going to be in a state of shock for a while. It is OK."
His smooth voice felt as soothing as one taking a hot bubble bath after a long day, and I appreciated him greatly. However, I felt exhausted, and my body felt limp. As a result, I took a chance and allowed myself to trust him, which was not easy for me to do. I felt myself slowly relax.
Afterward, I noticed that I wore an orangish glittery dress that I would never have picked for myself and that there was filth all over my body.
"Where am I?" I murmured to no one in particular.
"Shh, Dana. It will be alright, I promise," Dr. Venkman calmly urged me as I viewed him in confusion, "Please trust me."
"I-I- do," I stammered, feeling tears of frustration coming on, but I did not want to cry in front of Peter. Tears fell from my eyes regardless, and my hero wiped them away.
Biting my lip, I felt the aching in my head becoming more acute, then admitted, " The last thing I remember was hearing a scary noise in my kitchen before preparing for our date."
"Hush, Ms. Barrett. We can discuss it later. Try to rest," Dr. V. responded soothingly with a cute smile on his face.
Viewing my surroundings and the destruction, I inquired, puzzled, "But you saved me?"
"Yes, we did. Me and the boys, but you still owe me a date," Peter playfully teased, his brown eyes peering adoringly into my own. That expression he gave me made my heart skip a beat.
Agreeing with him, I responded earnestly, "Yes, I do, Dr. Venkman."
Although I felt discombobulated still, I enjoyed his softer side, and a slight smile crept upon my lips. Peter, my knight in shining Ghostbuster, had a charming smile on his face as he carried me cautiously.
"I promise I will fill you in later," he said, peering at me caringly.
"Oh, thank you, Peter."
"I will carry you a little further, but I won't be able to make it down twenty-two flights of stairs. I will try, for you, though," he cautioned. Oblivious to anything but the odd out-of-body experience I endured, I eventually questioned him to put me down on a piece of concrete.
"Where are we," I wondered, looking around at the burnt remains of the building. I couldn't be sure where we were.
"It was your apartment; it was the whole floor, my dear, " Peter calmly explained, then placed me gently down to sit on the concrete block, sitting next to me. Feeling lightheaded, I didn't know if what I saw was real, and I closed my eyes.
"Here, put your head on my shoulder, close your eyes and put your right arm around my waist. Dr. Venkman will take care of you, I promise," Peter declared, placing his arm around my waist gently.
"Thank you," I murmured, then I shut my eyes for a few minutes after laying my head on his shoulder. I felt extremely vulnerable, and I knew that he could sense it. He was immensely perceptive, probably because of his profession.
"You are welcome, Ms. Barrett. Please don't worry, Dr. Venkman's here," he whispered.
And I didn't. He kissed the top of my head softly, and I now felt safe, protected, and treasured despite all of my earlier reservations about Peter. I grinned as I drifted off to sleep for a short while in my hero's arms.
Peter
Wordlessly, Dana and I strolled down the stairs with the others. I contemplated the best way to assist her recovery the best. Unsurprisingly, the situation fazed Dana, and I wasn't sure if she would believe me when I explained it.
Ray and Egon, meanwhile, spoke to her neighbor Louis about experiments they wanted to conduct on him. The bizarre thing was that I cherished Dana even more after this magnificent paranormal occurrence. I knew that in my heart that I was in love with her without any doubt. For this reason, I need to earn Dana's trust.
"And I will," I excitedly thought.
"Ohhh, how many more," Dana, wailed, holding onto the railing for stability with one hand and her other hand in mine.
"Two more flights, sweetheart. Do you want me to carry you," I offered. Shaking her head from side to side, Dana gave me a timid smile and continued shakily. It was like watching a newborn foal walking for the first time, and I felt empathetic for her.
"I think you have done enough for me, Peter Venkman," she remarked, "thank you."
"I'll do anything I can, Dana. There isn't a limit," I truthfully promised with a grin on my face and she returned it.
We resumed descending the steps and walked out of the building to see a horde of people waiting for us- the police, firefighters, and others. Immediately, they began cheering for us and chanted, "Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters."
"Go ahead and wave at them. This is your moment. You deserve this," Dana encouraged me as we stepped to Ecto One. Joyfully, I waved and shook some people's hands as I made my way through the crowd with my beautiful "would be" date. I felt pride in doing a job well done, and of course, I also enjoyed the attention.
After ten minutes, Dana and I stood together, and I asked her if I could kiss her.
"I think that it would be appropriate for the hero to kiss the girl in this situation," she answered, lifting her face towards mine. Her brown eyes twinkled merrily, and I felt very nervous in anticipation of kissing her. Closing my eyes, I bent down and briefly kissed her red lips. It felt astounding, and I wanted more. Nonetheless, I knew that I had to take it slow.
"That was worth waiting for," Dana admitted, her cheeks turning pink, and then she embraced me tightly. Next, she rested her head against my chest. The crowd furiously roared as we smooched, and I'll admit I had goosebumps form on my arm for the first time since my first kiss when I was fourteen.
Afterward, I tipped my face down to kiss her lips simply, in which Dana happily obliged. There was magic in our kiss, and I felt ecstatic.
Meanwhile, Zeddemore shook hands and greeted people as he descended the stairs from Dana's apartment building. The newest Ghostbuster had class, and I liked that about him.
Janine
From a distance, I saw Puft disintegrate from thin air and white fluff spewing every way in the air. My mouth dropped agape for a minute right away at sight.
"Did they do it? Did my guys defeat Mr. Stay Puft!" These thoughts ran rampant through my brain as I watched him vanish, and marshmallow fluff scatteree every way like a water flowing down an erratic waterfall.
It is laborious to describe the pure joy and satisfaction I felt viewing Walter Peck doused with marshmallow residue. However, I uncontrollably roared with laughter until my side hurt. Several people gave me strange glances like I had lost my mind as they passed me, but I couldn't help it. After my belly laugh, I regained my composure and strode closer to Dana's apartment. Regrettably, I couldn't get past the police barricades before the action went down on the rooftop. I ended up a block away.
Less than an hour later, I nervously hung around for Egon to appear as the Ghostbusters one by one after Stay Puft marshmallow's ultimate demise. The city was cheering wildly as each one appeared, but I held my breath until I saw him.
"Please, please let them be OK," I distressedly thought as I rapidly proceeded towards the people and the portentous building. I noted the eccentric design style of it as I walked hurriedly. The sky lightened up from a pitch-black color to a cloudy one, and the evil threatening feeling seemed to fade away, too. Next, I heard people cheering "Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters," and I ran in my low heels as fast as possible to see my guys.
First, I saw Peter and Dana blissfully lip-locked while embracing the crowd cheering them on. Winston appeared next in his easy-going way, with a smile and a wave, although he looked tired. The masses cheered him as he went around to shake hands and joined Dana and Peter by Ecto One. My heart leaped in my chest as I awaited the next Ghostbuster to make an appearance. I already felt flush with fever, worrying about Egon and my pulse raced. Pushing through the multitude of people, I saw my older brother " from another mother" appear through the door of the building.
"Ray!" I yelled, waving wildly, trying to get his attention. Instead, he lit a cigarette, nodded at the crowd, and headed over to Winston, Peter, and Dana at Ecto One.
Scrutinizing the three Ghostbusters out, I saw grime on their jumpsuits, and noted that each one had varying amounts of marshmallow remains on them.
"Where is Egon?"
Finally, I stuck my elbows out again and propelled myself through the hollering horde of people.
As soon as I saw his lanky frame, I shouted and ran as fast as I could towards him, "Egon!"
"Janine," Egon's sexy deep voice announced when he saw me. Observing him, he was covered in dirt and some marshmallow grime, but seemed, fortunately, uninjured.
Relieved, I grasped him tightly in an embrace, and then I put my hands on his cheek staring at my hero, adoringly.
Although I knew that Egon didn't like being around so many people usually, he surprised me when he stopped and kissed me passionately. I couldn't even hear any of the chaos around us - all I had was tunnel vision/hearing for Egon. We were going to be stuck like glue for a while, I felt.
"I love you, Egon Spengler. Thank God you made it," I declared after our extended kiss, and behind us, the people were screaming and cheering loudly for us.
"Let's go," he urged and took my hand as we walked to the car.
Prior to reaching Ecto One, Egon halted in his tracks and tearfully admitted," Although that was one of the scariest things I had ever observed, the thought of me not returning to you alive was the most terrifying."
We oscillated passionately after his revelation.
"This is one of the happiest days of my life," I informed him. Next, Egon clasped my hands and led me to the car where the others were awaiting us.
"Your lucky coin truly deserves the recognition- it kept us safe. Thank you for letting me borrow it," my boyfriend mentioned to me then kissed me tenderly. Afterward, he pulled the coin out of his pocket and handed it back to me.
Truthfully, I was thrilled that he still had it and a grin materialized on my lips.
"No, it's our lucky coin now, my love," I corrected him, closed his palm with my right hand, and made him put it back in his pocket.
"Janine! Egon!" Ray excitedly yelled as they saw us.
We took turns greeting each other with either a handshake or a hug, and I felt relief when the others were safe.
"My man," Winston greeted, shaking Egon's hand when we approached them and gave me a side embrace," there's our Janegon."
"Janegon?" Dana slowly repeated, her eyes widened in confusion, " Who's that?"
As Ray and Peter chuckled, Egon rolled his eyes at Winston but stated, " I am too jubilant to be preoccupied about that silly nickname."
"I'll fill you in later, Dana," Venkman pledged.
Egon reclaimed my hand as we entered the vehicle. Winston, my lover, and I sat in the back, and I flopped on the latter's lap. I tightly squeezed my arms around my physicist's neck and peered up into his long attractive face before kissing him.
"I prayed the whole time you were up there. I was so terrified that you wouldn't come back," I admitted, tears filling my eyes.
"It's smooth sailing from here, my Angel," Egon vowed, "Just you and me"
To Winston's embarrassment, we were lip locked for a while and produced soft moaning sounds as we kissed frantically.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned, smacking his head, " why did I get stuck back here? Ray, can we go?"
With a wry smile, Peter turned around in the front seat with Dana on his lap and pointed an index finger at Winston in a heckling sort of way. She gave him a playful disapproving look, but still didn't quite seem herself.
"Here we go," Ray said, glancing at his rearview mirror, seeing Egon and me pausing for a second.
"You are my hero," I lustfully flirted with him, " I can't wait to celebrate!"
At that time, Egon muttered dirty comments in my right ear about actions he wanted to do with me a little later, and I giggled as my face flushed red hot.
"We have a lot to celebrate- today, getting back together, five months to make up for," I reminded him with a cunning smile. My physicist gave me a crafty lopsided grin and then pulled me tightly to him.
"The firehouse is ten minutes down the road, Romeo and Juliet, " Pete lamented with disbelief.
"Come on," Dana gently scolded him, " it's sweet."
"Not from this angle," Winston cracked wisely, sitting next to us.
"How are we going to get to my apartment," I questioned my hero softly.
With Manhattan a disaster area and traffic-jammed due to the destruction, it would be a challenge to get to Brooklyn.
"Good question," Egon admitted, shaking his head, " let me get back with you."
All the broken glass and items, misplaced papers, and debris made HQ appear like a construction when we arrived. Plus, there was a massive hole in the roof over the containment unit with the fresh air and other debris coming into the building.
"Oh, fuck," Ray exclaimed while noting all of the damage.
"What happened here," Dana asked innocently.
Everyone chuckled, except her, and Peter opened the door of Ecto One. Once Dana slid off his lap, he guided her upstairs. Genuinely happy to be alive, I didn't worry about the status of the firehouse at the time. Ray scrutinized the building as he evacuated the vehicle.
"Dana needs to rest. I will take her upstairs to my room to lay down," Dr. Venkman announced as he quickly picked her up and carried her upstairs.
As I slid off of Egon's lap and waited patiently for him to exit Ecto One, Ray joked
"Venkman, don't forget the condoms."
"Grow up, Raymond. Dana's been through a disquieting experience," Peter admonished him as they ascended the stairs.
"That's not fair. Peter can dish it but not take it," I whined, putting my hands on my hips.
"It's not worth it," Egon murmured behind me, kissing my lips to halt my protest.
My big brother disregarded the conversation as he examined the building until my boyfriend stopped him.
"Ray, wait until tomorrow and we will analyze the damage. There isn't anything we can do right now. Let's enjoy the victory," Egon advised, grabbing his elbow.
The youngest ghostbuster appeared skeptical until I commenced coaxing him, too. It took a while, but we were successful. Meanwhile, Winston went to my desk to call Maura, but the telephone lines were all jammed with the power going out in the City.
"I'm sure she's OK, Z," I touched his arm lightly with my hand, sympathetically, " the telephone lines will be jammed for a while and the streets, too."
"Thanks, J; I appreciate it."
"Who wants a shot? I think we deserve it," Ray answered, shrugging.
Simultaneously, we all said as he ran up the stairs, "Me!"
. Laughter ensued, and by the time everyone made it upstairs, Ray had gotten all the liquor out of the cabinet, and I searched for high ball glasses for each of us and placed them on the , Peter had come back to the kitchen to find Dana something to drink, and I suggested a glass of cool water. He thanked me then grinned at me, silently, determined to take care of his woman.
"It is nice to see Peter serious about someone," I casually mentioned.
"Indeed," Egon agreed as I kissed his cheek adoringly. He grasped my hand and sat down, guiding me on his lap as Winston lined up the five highball glasses as Ray began pouring Vodka into each. The fourth Ghostbuster removed a cigarette from his pack, stuck it in his mouth, and lit it swiftly, then lowered himself into the chair with a loud sigh.
"Man, I am exhausted," Winston complained," not too much, Stantz. My head was pounding this morning from the shots at the bar last night. Wasn't yours?"
Agreeing, Ray poured less Vodka into his glass and his own.
"What did you two do last night," I curiously inquired," You know when you were supposed to be here allowing Egon to come to my apartment."
"Zing," Z chagrined said, causing his and Ray's face to transform to a shade of red while he replied in a resolute voice, "Busted."
"It's of no consequence, my Angel," Egon interjected, halting all of my other inquiries by covering my lips with his own for a second, much to the protestation of the others.
"Yes, my love. Not too much alcohol for you; we have so much to celebrate," I murmured into my lover's left ear and then nibbled it gently. Egon's response was to put his hand on my upper thigh under my skirt and use the other to turn my face to kiss him.
"Don't worry about that, GRRRR," he purred into my ear.
"Hey, hey, keep it clean, Janegon," Winston jokingly cautioned as we kissed.
"Lady and Gentleman, please raise your glasses," Ray commanded and waited until we did so, then toasted, " To the Ghostbusters!"
"To the Ghostbusters!" We all enthusiastically repeated back and clinked our glasses together. I took a sip of the half-full glass and found it went surprisingly smooth down my throat.
"Well, Egon, you defeated the enemy and got the girl," Winston said, laughing.
"I sure did, thank God," he replied, putting his glass down on the table and kissed the top of my head happily.
"Good analysis," Ray eagerly surmised, with the bottle of vodka in his hands, " who's ready for another?"
Lucy
My legs are not particularly long, so I knew it would take forever from Central Park if I walked to the Firehouse.
When I saw the four Ghostbusters by Ecto One with Dana and Janine, grinning and waving at the cheering crowd, I felt my heart swell with pride.
"They did it! Yes," I enthusiastically thought and attempted to gain their attention by yelling and waving.
Although I usually did a decent job pushing my way through a crowd in New York due to years of practice, I didn't get anywhere this time. Sadly, I saw Ecto One, and everyone drove off.
"Damn," I lamented, stomping my foot hard on the concrete. Slowly, I stepped away from the hordes of people, contemplating my next move.
"I have to get to the Firehouse! How?" I pondered. Craftily, I speculated my options, noting that the Subway line may be stopped, taxis unreliable, and wrecked cars in the streets. That's when I saw a lone man on a motorcycle watching from a distance, and an idea.
Ten minutes later, I arrived at the Firehouse and gave him a tip for the ride. Excitedly, I ran to the door and opened it then screamed, " Ray? Are you here? Egon? Winston? Janine?"
Hearing noisy laughter upstairs, I ascended the stairs. As I climbed them, the smell of liquor permeated the air.
"Lucy!?" Ray called as I high-tailed it upstairs.
"You did it!" I gushed as I made it to the landing," You saved us! Thank you! That was some scary shit!"
First, I hugged my brother, then Winston and Egon.
"Where's Peter? I want to congratulate him?"
"Dana's trying to rest. She was possessed, a long story," Ray remarked, and I nodded, then hugged my good friend from Brooklyn. Janine had already informed me that Peter was "head over heels" interested in a striking cellist, and I was happy for him.
"I am so happy to see you back with Egon," I admitted, turning to Janine, "I want to hear all about that surprise, too!"
"Why was there a giant Stay Puft marshmallow man in Manhattan," I demanded my brother, point-blank, with my hands on my hips, " As soon as I saw it, I knew it was from you."
My big brother's chubby face turned red, and he chuckled. Next, He poured our next shot.
"To Ray," Winston toasted, and the three of us repeated it and downed our drinks except for Janegon, who were too busy fawning over each other.
"Guys, I need to shove off to ensure my baby is alright," Winston lamented, rubbing his temples with his hands, "Are we done for the day?"
"Yes, go home, Z. Get some rest. We will see you tomorrow sometime in the afternoon for a press conference," Ray said, offering his hand to shake as he rose from his seat. Winston grabbed it then shook Egon's hand. He gave Janine and me a side hug and left.
Jangeon continued to kiss for a few more minutes, and then I overheard my friend mumble to her boyfriend, "do you think we can get a taxi?"
"Worth a try," he answered, kissing my right hand with a sly smile. "Let's try it."
"Hold on, Dr. Spengler," his Brooklynite cautioned, unzipping his ghostbusters uniform slowly, revealing his black t-shirt and khaki outfit, "unless you would like to answer questions about Gozer while we celebrate our reunion and your heroism?"
"No, it's just you and me, Janine. I want to focus only on us," Egon promised, and she opened her mouth to kiss him more deeply as a response. Next, Janine removed herself from Dr. Spengler, and he stood to step out of his jumpsuit after taking his black boots off. Egon then quickly put them back on my feet and retired them.
"Looks like it's just you and me, Luce," Ray commented, pouring another shot watching Janegon wander out of the firehouse after they said their goodbyes.
"Ray, I am so proud of you," I admitted, admiringly, " You are awesome. The four of you are unstoppable. The Ghostbusters saved Manhattan!"
He embraced me then thanked me. Sitting next to me, he grabbed the bottle of Tequila and his shot glass. Together, we took shots in celebration.
Egon
After a short delay obtaining a taxi, Janine and I made it to her apartment by taxi and by walking a few blocks due to the destruction from Gozer earlier. Our desire to make love slowly took over us the closer we made it to her apartment building, and it was horrible to fight when we finally arrived in the elevator.
"I have to have you now," I told Janine as we made out during the ride.
As soon as the door opened and we didn't see her roommate, we fell on the sofa in each other's arms, kissing each other frantically. I pulled back for a second and took some deep breaths, watching how beautiful Janine looked lying on her back. Her blue eyes were playfully dancing with desire and need. She took off my glasses for me and put them on the coffee table.
Janine's lips found mine and pressed tightly against mine for a quick second and nodded. Lying on top of her, I reminded her how long I wanted to make love to her and how much I loved her. She admitted, touching my chest with her hands slowly, attempting to draw a heart.
Then we kissed each other slowly yet fervently while looking each other in the eyes. As we gulped for air, I caressed her face with my index finger lovingly. My Lips reached her elegant neck, and I began to pressure her on different spots causing, I hoped, to turn her on. Ignoring my growing desire, I longed to convey the message to her how much I loved her. I took my time discovering every inch of her body from her waist up with my lips, mouth, and hands, producing my penis to hardened as it bucked against Janine's thigh on occasion, almost like it had a mind of its own. After ardent kissing, we were both panting heavily.
"Ohhh, my hero," Janine squealed and threw her arms around my neck, " now fuck me hard, Egon 'freaking' Spengler."
"I have a crazy idea," I impulsively announced later. Extremely satisfied, we laid on the sofa, nude, and we were both in and out of sleep.
"What?" Janine questioned, with widened blue eyes.
"Let's go to Las Vegas and elope. We both know we are supposed to be together. Why wait? I want to be your husband and start our lives together."
Unexpectedly, Janine burst into tears, and I became perplexed.
"There is nothing more I want than to be your wife and begin our lives together. " she wept to put her face down on my chest to hide it.
"But," I added, putting my hand on her chin to lift it. Her blue eyes were watery with tears, but she appeared speechless.
"Tell me, my Angel, what is it? Don't you want to…marry," I gulped, feeling moroseness coming over me?
"Oh, yes, Egon! You poor thing, darling," Janine said, suddenly realizing that I thought she was rejecting me and kissed me ardently.
"I want a wedding with my family, your family, our friends, and my Dad walking me down the aisle," she explained, putting her hands on my chest," I'd marry you in half a second if I didn't have my heart set on a wedding."
Janine searched my eyes hopefully, and I gave her a wide smile. I felt significant relief with her statements.
"I'm so glad to hear that. I- I- hope I didn't mess things up by mentioning marriage. Peter warned me on Monday not to propose because it was too early."
"Peter?"
I explained how after I ensured she went to sleep on Monday, as soon as I got home, I dragged Venkman to the jewelry district to search for an engagement ring, much to his surprise. Furthermore, I described my determinedness in proposing.
"Oh my dear," she happily gasped and kissed my lips swiftly, "did you?"
"Yes, and I didn't realize how many choices were out there, but that wasn't the point. Peter cautioned not to propose yet because we would be newly reunited if all went well. He was afraid it might "freak you out," in his words. Janine, before you had those promotions, I knew that you were the one for me, but an urgency overcame me," I earnestly admitted, "and I was terrified about your visions coming true."
"I love you, Egon Spengler, so much! I think it is so sweet that you did that," she
cooed, hugging me.
" Nothing will come between us ever again, Janine. Not my stupidity, Gozer, whatever. I love you too much to let anything happen again," I promised, whispering in her ear as we embraced. I wrapped my arms around her body tightly.
"Mmmm, Thank God, " she murmured back, then pulled back to give me a long kiss.
"Not eloping," I confirmed after we kissed, and she slid her arms around my neck happily.
"Nope."
"I'd much rather see you in a beautiful wedding dress anyway," I revealed before kissing her. She was beginning to melt in my arms as our kisses became steamier and steamier.
"Ohhh, that was hot. Kiss me again like that, Egon," Janine murmured, with her cheeks flushing from the heat. I covered her mouth with my own and used my tongue to probe hers. My arousal was becoming evident now, and not only Janine.
"Would you assist me in shopping for a ring so I can figure out your 'style,'" I suggested after another feverish kiss.
"I'd love that," she eagerly answered, and then Janine crawled on top of me for a kiss, ending all discussion.