Re: Rink: Max & Dylan
[Ice skating. Dylan couldn't remember lacing up some skates since long before he lost his virginity, but the prospect of frozen water wasn't really worrying. When one took bullets, molotov cocktails, and prison state torture... a skating rink(even with limited familiarity) brought no worries. Meeting up with Max brought no worries. Her questionable writing prior to this did bring a some uncertainty, but nothing that was close to worry. There was even less worry when it came to early hour illegal skating.
After all, Dylan liked breaking rules and he liked wintery traditions. Dylan had arrived at the rink only some twenty minutes before Max. It gave him time to strap on his skates and test the ice for a trio of circles. He was dressed simple, which was the only way that he ever seemed to know how to dress. He was layered clothes; a wine colored thermal that draped low way past his hips, a black cotton jacket with silver teeth zipped up his torso and the hood drawn over his dark hair. Blue jeans didn't do much to combat the mild chill, but allowed Dylan to move decently in his skates.
He wasn't exactly doing triple axels or anything crazy, but he knew how to make laps after getting reacquainted with the skates. He could do single spins when slowing down, and after two falls, he rmembered how to skate backward at a medium pace.
A moment later, there was a girl/young woman approaching... but Dylan didn't think much of it. She obvious wasn't security. So he went about doing his lazy eights and humming Taylor Swift, waiting for Max.]