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[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He laughed. "Fair enough."

She shrugged. "Habits develop, I guess."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"That worked better than expected," she told James.

"So what your saying is ... what exactly? You only like me because its habitual?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

James grinned at her. "Your persuasive skills are the best, after all."

"Not... exactly," she murmured, flinching. "Though I could pose a similar question to you."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"You would know," she said, scrunching her nose as she smiled.

"You know how I feel."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He laughed. "No, I think that was a show of my persuasive skills," he teased.

"And I hardly know why, especially after all this time."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"What persuasive skills?"

He attempted to smile, but it was half-hearted anyway. "So, continue with your explanation."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Ouch."

"It's complicated," she said again. "And none of that chemical stuff even applies to me anyway because--" She stopped. "Reasons. I push everyone away. It's what I do. And I don't know..." She stopped and shook her head again. "Please don't make me justify myself. I don't pry too much into my own reasons."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I'm just teasing. Maybe."

"Fine, I won't. I just need to know what this means for our relationship ... if you even have decided to accept it as one."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Maybe. Okay."

"And what would you do with that information?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She pecked him on the cheek and then leaned her face in her hand, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Think about it, I guess."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He stuck his tongue out back at her.
"Oh, please."

"Yeah," she murmured. "You're good at that."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Shut up, Peter. Go get the paycheck from your sexy waitress or whatever."

"Oh, ha-ha. But seriously, what else would I do with it?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He laughed as the waitress walked up to collect their dishes.
"Were you just talking about me?"
"Oh, they were only saying nice things," Peter insisted.
"So that means you were saying some not nice things?" she guessed.
"You have no faith in me."
"Did you figure out what I served you?"
"I'm still working on it."

"Leave. Again," she murmured, looking away. "I don't know."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Ray raised her eyebrows, observing their banter with amusement.

"I'm not leaving," he said, touching her hand lightly.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Then no, no faith on my end."
"Ouch, wow."
"Sorry, hun," she replied, not sounding sorry at all.

She didn't flinch, which made her feel a little better about the whole thing. "You say that a lot," she whispered.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Can you see the smooth moves he's pulling? Cause I can't," Ray cut in.

"I .. I know," he said hesitantly, "But I'm working on it."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

The waitress grinned. "Though I do have something for you," she said, producing a piece of paper from an apron pocket. "And the check, if you're done."
"We're done. Thanks," James said.
"No problem," she said as she left. "Make good choices," she said in a softer voice, making James laugh.

"I know," she said in the same tone.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Ray snatched the paper before Peter picked it up. "Wonder if it is her number," she teased, unfolding it.

"You don't sound like it."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Ray snatched the paper before Peter picked it up. "Wonder if it is her number," she teased, unfolding it.

"You don't sound like it."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"It's got to be," he replied, grinning.

"Sorry."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She looked at the paper and her eyebrows shot up when she saw that there was no number, but a letter. The smile on her face faded fast as she glossed over the words. "What the hell..."

"Don't apologize."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

James looked over her shoulder. "What is it?"

"Not sorry," she amended.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She flattened the note on the table and pointed at it. "It's a ransom note," she said quietly, looking between the two of them with wide eyes.

"Good."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

Peter snatched it off the table in shock and read over it. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Alright then."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Ray shook her head and sank back into her seat, fiddling with her hands on the table.

"So what now."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

James looked between the two of them. "What? What is it?"

She looked at him. "You tell me."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I think you need to read it yourself."

He shrugged. "I don't know."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He took the note and read it. Then he read it again. "No. Nonono, that's not how it was supposed to happen." He snapped his head up. "The waitress," he demanded, narrowing his eyes at Peter, "Who was she?"
"I dunno, just some girl. There was nothing about her that screams danger."

"You say that a lot," she murmured. "I think you know more than you tell me."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Go and find her, Peter," Ray insisted in a low voice, taking James' hand in hers.

((i should be in bed))

"Not about anything significant."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

((whoops me too. oh well))

"Sure, okay," he mumbled and got up like he was going over to pay the check.
"How did she pull that one off?"

"You don't think most things are significant," she pointed out.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"She pulled the note out of her pocket?"

"That's not true."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Morgana," he corrected, his voice full of anguish.

Peter made his way through the restaurant like he owned the place, and no one looked at him twice until he spotted the waitress. It wasn't hard to catch up to her, though she tried to evade him. He smiled once he had her in a corner. "So. Is it a hobby of yours to write threatening notes to your customers?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said flatly.
"Like hell you don't."

"Isn't it?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"James," Ray whispered, not used to seeing him so distressed. She smoothed his hair and gripped his hand tighter. "Maybe its not real. Maybe she's just trying to trick you."

((ooh, this gun be good))

"Why do you say so?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"With a hastily written note provided by a third party? Ray, you know her better than that."

She still didn't answer, and he advanced slowly. "You don't want me to ask again."
Even though she was cowering in the corner, her voice didn't shake. "I'd argue that your persuasive skills are sub-par."
He laughed. "You'll find that I wasn't really trying."

"You're very... closed off."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She sighed quietly. "I know, I'm just hoping that this isn't true."

"Doesn't mean that I don't think that certain things are significant."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He shook his head. "I can't believe this."

"Oh really?" she laughed. "I find that hard to believe."
"My patience is wearing thin, girl. What is the purpose of that note?"
"It's not mine. I was told to give it to you."
"To me?"
"Not to you, personally, but it was funny."
"It was not funny."
"Just because you're too proud to accept rejection--"
"Do you know what was on that card?"
"No--"
"Who gave it to you?"
"I don't know!"
"Liar."

"What am I supposed to think when you hardly tell me anything? Then everything becomes significant. Everything you don't say."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Neither can I," she mumbled and pressed her face to his neck. "It's going to be okay, James."

((oh man ,whatd she think was on the note?))

"Why di you care about what I have to say?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Are you sure?"

"I don't know."
"You do know. You're not telling me. Someone told you not to say a word. Death threats? Someone you love? What is it? You can't keep something this big bottled up forever."
"How--how do you know that?"
"It's not important."
"Like hell it's not."
"You answer my question first."
"I know how this works," she shot back, "I'll say whatever you want to hear and you'll be gone in a flash before you even acknowledge that I have a question."
"Clever."
"Experienced."
"You poor dear."

"Do you honestly think I wouldn't care?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She was quiet for a while. "No," she said quietly. "But we'll get him back."

"I can't really gauge at this point."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"I shouldn't have gotten him into this."

"Don't pretend to sympathize with me. What's your deal?"
"That's one too many questions."
They glared at each other, daring the other to speak first.

"Oh." She looked away.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"It's not your fault."

"Is that all you have to say?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Then whose fault is it?"

Another member of the staff came over to tell Peter to leave, but the girl waved him away. They still stared each other down.

"I don't think saying anything else will help."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Why do we have to blame someone?"

"Okay then."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He gave her a pitiful look. "I don't know, Ray."

"I can do this all day," she said with a smirk.
"No," Peter replied. "I can do this literally all day. For you, that's an exaggeration."
Her steely expression faltered.
"Gotcha."

She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them, silent.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I want to find him just as much as you do," she murmured, squeezing his hand again, "But we have to know where to start."

He got up and stretched his arms over his head. He went behind the couch and started pacing up and down

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He sighed. "I know."

"Where is she?"
"Where's who?"
Peter glared at her.
"I--I don't know."

She turned and watched him. "Is that helping?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I want to tell you not to be upset," she said and bit her lip, "But I know it's hard."

He glanced up and shrugged, going on with his walking. "I guess so."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He nodded. "Thanks anyway."

"You don't know or you're scared?"
"Both."
"Ooh, honesty. I like it."
"I will punch you in the face."
He laughed. "Try me."

"I'm sorry," she sighed, "That I've made you so uncomfortable."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

(doing homework, so i may reply late))

She smiled tightly and didn't reply, going back to staring at her plate.

"I'm not uncomfortable," he told her, "Just thinking."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

((no worries. i screwed up my foot today, so i'm just lounging in front of the computer really))

"Why are our lives like this?" he asked a few moments later out of the blue.

She looked like she was seriously contemplating hitting him, but then her expression changed. "They warned me about you."
"Sorry, they?"
She shook her head. "No, I can't. Please believe me when I say I can't."

"This entire conversation made you uncomfortable."