Who ya gonna call?

Who: Gabe and Breezy
Where: MSHS, hallways
When: Afternoon

Gabe might not have been able to play at the moment, but he was still on the hockey team, and still very much a part of the mayhem that ensued within. He was annoyed that he hadn't gotten the Ghostbusters memo, even though he still would've worn all black due to the funerals that afternoon. Since he'd been out of the circuit on the planning, they made sure to get him a couple of slime-balloons after lunch, which he planned to launch at a couple of unsuspecting freshmen.

That was the plan. Unfortunately, his aim was a bit off. Unable to throw with his good arm, one of the balloons went a bit too high, missing the freshman guy he was aiming for and instead hitting a very familiar little blond. Gabe's eyes widened just before he began laughing.

Breezy froze as she was suddenly covered with... with stuff, and whirled around, ready to chew some asshole out. But the asshole was Gabe. That changed things a bit. "You are so lucky I don't like this shirt very much." she informed him, heading over to where he stood. For good measure she wiped some of the gunk off of her head and flung it in his direction.

"Oh God, I'm sorry," he laughed, thoroughly amused. "I swear I was trying to hit him." He pointed, though it didn't really matter who it was. His focus was on her expression, the way her shirt stuck to her chest and-- eww, now he had goo on him too. It probably would have been a good idea to stop laughing, but that didn't seem possible at the moment. "The shirt doesn't do very much for you anyways," he grinned. "I'm sure you'd look better without it."

Well, she couldn't tear him a new asshole if he was complimenting her. Sort of. "You would know." she said, smirking at him. "At least now we know why you're not on the football team. Aside from it being a pretty pointless, boring sport. And an excuse to touch other guy's butts."

"Yeah, I can't throw for shit," Gabe snickered. "I prefer the sport where we beat each other up to impress the girls, no butt touching required." For now, he was going to ignore that he couldn't actually play hockey. It didn't matter in relation to the situation. "You want help washing that shit off?"

Breezy knew she didn't really need help, but what the fuck did that matter? It didn't. "You made the mess." she pointed out, smirking. "It's only right that you clean it up. What's in this shit, anyway?"

"Not a clue," he grinned. "I got it from Kyle, who got it from the guys who dressed up as Ghostbusters. Real cute, but not my style. I just wanted in on the fun." He'd been thrilled that Kyle had a balloon for him, since he was already feeling left out of the team fun. Being stuck on the bench did that.

"Ghostbusters. Real cute." Breezy said, leading the way to the girl's bathroom. She didn't care if anyone was in there, and she figured Gabe could get away with it anyway. "At least someone's enjoying this shit."

"Making light of it helps," Gabe offered, following her into the girl's bathroom without a second's hesitation. Instantly he noticed that it smelled better than the boy's and he wondered if that was always the case, or if it was just the urinals in the boy's bathroom that seemed to make his new were-senses unhappy. "Deal with any ghosts yourself?" he asked, pulling a few paper towels from the dispenser.

"Not so much." Breezy shrugged, grabbing a few towels and wiping the shit out of her hair. She was gonna have to go for a pony-tail the rest of the day. "I avoid the shit out of them, mostly. Or try to. You?"

"Haven't really run into too many, but mom's got swarms of them down at work," Gabe said, rinsing water over the paper towels to help wipe away the slime. Pulling her shirt away from her body, he began to try and clean her off. "They don't seem to be the sliming sort of ghosts, though. Or the marshmallow type. I can't figure out if that's a good thing or not."

"Might be better than the grossly accurate broken neck or bullet in the head ghosts." Breezy pointed out, wrinkling her nose up. Stupid ghosts. Stupid people not taking care of their dead! She smirked a bit as she watched him, and could have helped, but... hell, where was the fun in that?

"Yeaaaaaah," Gabe agreed, making a face. Those ghosts didn't scare him as much as make him feel bad for them. They looked like they were in pain, but he didn't know how to help. "So, would you be up for hanging out some time that doesn't involve ghosts or slime?" he asked, eyes raising to hers with a little smile. "Let me make it up to you for ruining your shirt?"

Breezy grinned and brought her eyes up to meet his. "That'd be great." she said. She needed the distraction right now. And she'd been wanting to spend more time with Gabe for a while now. "What do you have in mind?"

"I dunno. Anything," he shrugged, though he was smiling. "A movie, maybe? Or we can just drive around." He was far too excited about his new car, he realized, since most girls wouldn't just want to drive around Marquette. "You're welcome to come over and just chill, too. What sounds fun to you?"

"You know me. I'm all for anything that gets me out of my house." Breezy answered, still grinning. "Did you get a car or something?" She was pretty sure Madock was taking the van for a while, which blew.

"I did," Gabe said, so very glad that he now had the option to pick a girl up in his own car. His mom's just wasn't the same. "Yesterday was my birthday. Mom got me a '94 Mustang GT and I'm just dying to show it off," he grinned. "Though I have to say, your van's pretty pimp. I've got nothing against it."

Breezy had to laugh. "Gee, I wonder why." she said. "Happy birthday. We'll have to celebrate." She was pretty sure they could pull that off, if nothing else.

"Thanks. And definitely," he grinned. "I've got something this evening, but I'll give you a call when I'm feeling up to it." Funerals didn't generally make him feel like celebrating much of anything, but hopefully he could get himself to move past that all in a reasonable amount of time.