WHO: Barry Allen and Molly Carpenter WHAT: A camping trip? WHEN: Saturday night WHERE: Molly's place, then TBD WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Barry hadn't been thinking when he'd given Constantine his blood. Or, at least, he hadn't been thinking about magic. He'd been thinking of things from a more scientific angle, thinking that maybe he wanted to study it. It didn't cross his mind until Molly freaked out that he was in any sort of danger. Magic really complicated things.
Tonight, though, he was going to take Molly out to the park. He was going to take her away from people's minds and emotions, fix her dinner over an open fire (that was romantic, right?) and fall asleep in their tent with nothing for her to listen to except the sounds of nature.
Approaching her door, he wore a fisherman's hat and had a tent-in-a-bag over his shoulder. His new camping backpack held the rest of their supplies.
Knocking, he smiled with excitement as she opened the door.