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Ray makes his way in through the front door with a bag over one shoulder. It looks heavy. It rattles a lot.

It isn't too heavy to carry upstairs, thoguh, so it's gone when he comes back down.

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Ray, for whom it is nearly noon, walks by and cannot resist the urge to muss his friend's hair up further. "Morning, Pete!" he chirps.

That gives him a sleepy-eyed expression of 'Do you have to?' He's too tired to comment on it though.

He yawned, "Hi Ray. Never could understand how you do it?"

"How you can be insanely energetic and cheerful in the morning? When decent people tend to sleep in." Well, he always prefers to sleep in...

"Well, first of all, it was eleven-thirty when I left the city," Ray says. "And second, most of the time, it involves giant-sized mugs of coffee. But mostly it's just that I've been sleeping enough lately. You'd be amazed how much difference that makes. Were you aware that you forgot to put on a shirt?"

"Well, great for ya buddy, wish I could have said the same." Peter snarked lightly.

He then glanced down at himself, "Ah, who cares? Ladies can stare all they like, not like I'm trying to impress anybody."

"Sorry. Not my fault I haven't been running into incarnations of pure evil lately, or I'd be having sleep problems too, I guess." He smiles, a brief, involuntary thing that suggests he might have had other sleep disruptions lately, but we won't talk about that here.

"Okay, just checking. I guess if the bar doesn't have a problem, there's nothing to worry about- oh, hey, I brought my scuba and snorkeling equipment. You interested? There's a spare set of swim fins."

"More than just that. Never mind." Peter then studied his friend intently for a moment, and mentally going 'oh?'

He shrugged, "I'm not naked, and the place doesn't have no shirt, no shoes, no service policy, so I'm good."

He nodded, "I guess, what's going on? We're going sharkhunting?"

Ray's been doing a bit more in the way of shield work ever since he heard about Randall Flagg, whether it'll do him any good or not, so all Peter really has to go on in the smile.

"Huh? No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to go out for a swim and have a look around the lake without worrying about breathing."

Peter's been keeping up his mental training whenever he has any spare time anyway. It's become a habit for him, and part of his normal routine now.
He was better at prying, but he refused to on the grounds of respecting others' privacy. *Especially* his close friends.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I'm half dressed for it anyway, right?"

"Pretty much," Ray agrees. "Ever used a snorkel before?"

"Uh, once. Lovely coed's family had a house in the Keys. What was her name, Mindy? Cindy? Something like that."

"More than I really needed to know, but okay. Then I don't have to teach you. We can go when you're more awake."

Peter nodded, and slurped more of his coffee. He eyed it a bit, "Should be functional soon. I just hope the bar didn't slip me some decaf."

"You think she'd do that to you?" Ray asks curiously. "All she ever does with me is give me these nasty tofu-and-rice things when I ask for too much fried stuff at lunch or dinner.

Peter shrugged, "Maybe as a hint I should try for more sleep rather than caffiene." He blinked a few times, and rubbed his eyes a little. He drank more of the coffee.

"Tastes kind of strong for decaf...no, seems like the real thing."

Ray nods. "Well, we shouldn't get in the water until you're rested anyway," he says. "The last thing either of us need is you getting wiped out in deep water. I don't have a lifeguarding cert."

Peter nodded, "Alright. When do you want to go then? I could try and grab a nap?"

"This afternoon should do it," Ray says. "I need to clean my regulator and go over my equipment anyway- I'm bringing an aqualung for myself, not just a snorkel."

Peter nodded, and got up, "In that case, I'll try a catnap, and see you a little later."

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