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afternoon delight with dumb & dumber

WHO: ZATANNA and SPIKE
WHERE: Zee's place then the ice skating rink, if they don't get side-tracked?!
WHEN: December 2, Sunday afternoon.
WARNINGS: Stupidity. Extreme stupidity.
SUMMARY: Spike picks up Zee for a not!date to the ice skating rink. Hijinks ensue. Or maybe just 'sue' since they don't really have a beginning or end.
FORMAT: Probably quick since I can already feel myself waning :(

[Spike rolls up in bug-eye sunglasses and a stolen scooter--who needed one of these things in the winter anyway? It wouldn't be missed, he had already justified to himself. He checked the address twice just to make sure this was the right place. It was... something else for sure. He dropped the kickstand and beeped the little horn, but it was only a joke. He propped the bike up before climbing the stoop and knocking like a civilized human.]

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[She had been ready, but not expecting someone to honk for her. It isn't visible from the outside, but she peeks out from behind a curtain to see if it's for her. There was a brief flash where she thought it was ridiculous because... well, it was, but in the end it was.

She tightens her loose ponytail self-consciously before coming to the door and, of course, gives it a moment before answering. She looks laid back and comfortable as she gestures for him to come in.] Come on in, it'll be a moment. I just need to grab a coat and a pair of gloves. [She heads out of the foyer.]

[Spike pushed the glasses back on his head, shoved his hands in duster pockets and ducked his way inside. Like he needed to or something shorty :( He wondered idly if he'd actually needed that invite, but he guessed it was too late to find out.] Grab a hat too, love, it's cold out there. [s-so considerate]

Baby, it's cold outside? [She grabs a pair of plain, brown leather gloves and slips on a peacoat. She considers forgoing the hat, but finds a suitable beret amongst her collection in the side closet and plops it on her head. She sweeps her bangs to the side and grins.]

I'd give you the grand tour, but that might take a while. And I'm eager to have a little fun.

Later then. [his smile is a bit wolfish, but he just shrugs.] I'll see what I can do. [about the fun, he means.]

Depending on how you play your cards, you might not get to finish that tour. [She looks something akin to a cat that caught the canary. Heh.]

Alright, I think I'm ready, unless you feel I should bundle up so much I can barely walk, cool guy. [They should be able to have fun, right? They're too Hip People(ish).]

[Oh god is she flirting with him? It starts to sink in that this may actually be a ~date~ and he's never been on a date in all his hundred-and-a-half years. He suddenly feels very very thick.] Good thing for you, I'm a damn good card player. Especially when we play for kittens. [Wow that sounds bad, but he doesn't notice. He meant it literally.]

...You'll live, come along then.

[Zatanna hadn't really intended this to be a date. She was still very into James (despite the bullshit) and still very much not over him, but something like a date -- and almost date -- wasn't too bad. Just two attractive people doing fun things together.] Ah, but I'm one of the best. But who knows? You might win my kitten. [She knows what she's doing and she can't even avoid laughing. It's ridiculous, all of this.]

I suppose so! [There's a bit of a bounce to her step as she takes his arm and allows him to lead them out of her home.] It's been a while since I've been on anything like this.

[He blinked, then blinked some more. But he didn't really have time to process before she was grabbing his arm. He felt like he was back at school. That is, if he had gone to school in this century. Spike led her out to his parked scooter and felt truly ridiculous.]

What about one of these?

[Honestly, it's all quite a relief for her. It was easier when she could just tease and tease and not be called out on it, especially since she wasn't ready to put her money where her mouth is (which also is more sexual than it should be).]

Ah... Spain? A year or two before I came here. I've actually thought about getting one, myself.

Italy. [He says, before realizing that wasn't a sentence on its own. Tossing her a helmet, Spike shrugged.] For me, I mean.

I figured that's what you meant. [She's lucky that she's magic, because there was no way the helmet would fit right with a hat on. She gives the hat a flick with her forefinger and it disappears off into the ether before she slips the helmet on and tightens it under her jaw.] Italy, too. I haven't been there in this world, yet. I'd like to, though.

[He just rolls his eyes at the magic, revving the scooter like it had an engine big enough to sound like anything other than put-put-put. It seemed to satisfy him however as he took off down the road.]

Yeah? I wouldn't mind going back to the Motherland, especially here where I don't know anyone.

Edited 2012-12-27 14:33 (UTC)

[She rolls her eyes back, although it's probably not quite as noticeable as it may have been a moment or two ago. She climbs onto the adorable little scooter thing and almost doesn't even wrap her arms around him (because it's a scooter), but decides to play it safe.]

Do you mean Italy or England? Because the latter's blocked to imPorts right now.

[It may be a scooter, but Spike drives it like an asshole, so. It's probably for the best, Zee.]

I just meant Europe. Haven't had a reason to go back since... well. [A sharp, abrupt turn to avoid traffic!!] Since.

[Safer this way. It's a good thing he didn't get a full-on metal deathtrap.]

"For a really long time," is what you're getting at, huh. I go regularly for performances back home and teleportation makes a vacation like that a snap, but I don't linger too long. [There is a very distinct squeeze.] Too many memories.

[He looks back just long enough that it might be considered dangerous, but his eyes go back to the road and he swerves before any harm can be done. He only sort of vaguely knows where they're going anyway.] I know the feeling.

But, teleportation makes me dizzy. [The irony won't be lost on Zee. Probably.]

I wasn't offering. [She was, maybe. Although of the things that make him dizzy, she's perhaps a little shocked that his daredevil driving is not one of them.]

Okay, joking. If you'd like to at some point, there's your offer. A lot of people get ill when they teleport, but it passes.

Wasn't reaching for an invite... [he shrugged one shoulder, gently, not wanting to jar her] But alright. Why not.

[It also probably didn't make them swerve into oncoming traffic, so that's nice!]

No, I didn't think you were. [She was just messing with him on that.] But I'm game, if you are.

Alright, yeah. Let's focus on surviving today first though. [A long pause.] Am I headed in the right direction?

Here's hoping neither of us fall down a well. [She gives his shoulder a playful little squeeze.] And no, you missed the turn while you were almost getting us killed.

[A beat.] It's up on the right.

[He grunts his affirmation, slowing down a little and turning into the skating rink parking lot. See, he could follow directions, when he wanted to.] We're here. [Spike said like she didn't know... or just direct him there.]

[She waits until she's assumed that he's parked to hop down and off the scooter, just a little wobbly from the ride.] Thanks for the ride. [It could've been normal, it could have, but the innuendo is very obvious and intentional. She takes off the helmet and flashes him a toothy grin.]

[He made an unsure face, s-so awkward, as he popped off the bike and set down the kickstand.] Yeah, uhm, huh. Anytime.

[Just don't acknowledge it. That's how you deal with her.] I'll hold you to that.

[She waits for him before starting to meander off toward a booth. She doesn't skate frequently enough to own a pair of them herself.]

[And he does? After a second he follows after her to catch up, renting a pair for himself as well.]

Now... you're not allowed to laugh when I fall on my arse.

[She's already moving to a bench to put her skates on, looking a little smug as she peers up at him, mid-lacing.]

I can't promise that I won't, but you don't have to promise that you won't when I fall, either. I think that's fair enough.

[He concedes after a moment, frowning at the yellowish skates they gave him. Were these white once...? Shrugging it off, he moves to join her in lacing.] Alright, alright. Fair's fair.

[This is an alternate New York. These kind of (not-)dates were cute. They could have once been as white as freshly fallen snow. Better to not think too much on it (or stick your face too close to them).]

It's okay, I promise to help you get back up after I'm done laughing, too. I'd say that's a pretty generous offer. [She finishes lacing them in tight little bows and wobbles to her feet.]

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afternoon delight with dumb & dumber

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A HUNDRED YEARS LATER

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i wish i still had that gif of spike and dawn on the scooter its constantly hilarious to me

lmao i sputtered thinking about it, so!!

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