Re: Rink: Max & Dylan
[Nonconformist. Dylan laughed and rubbed his chilled nose with the back of his hand. He was getting to old to detest the likening to his parents, the similarities in wording. The fact that his slightly outgrown hair hadn't even occurred to him as something nonconformist was sign enough that maybe he didn't care anymore. He was old, or just getting older... regardless, he didn't have time for old grudges against men who refused to die. If the pills and drink and promiscuous sex of the seventies hadn't done his parents in by now, then maybe they were onto something. So yes, Dylan grew out his hair. He didn't put any psychology behind it, societal approval or not. The frequency with which he wore pajama pants in public wasn't -- shit, was that hipster behavior? In that moment, Dylan decided that he would settle for unkept nerd behavior. Mountain dew and Mass Effect. He could live with such stereotypes.]
You do not abhor flowers. [And this smile was for himself as his boots were finally laced and he stood to go in a direction yet undecided. The sun was peeking now, fresh as a peeled orange.] You could just as easily have opened a meat market or a drycleaners, but you chose a flower shop. IF its a front, that is only because you never wanted to properly hide your money. You married rich, surely there were ways. So I think, the flower shop was yours, Miss Main.
[He straightened and shrugged the sleeves of his jacket while considering her question.] Years ago, lifetimes ago, really. [And when her hands extended, he took them, more to hold than to allow any pulling on her part. He could stand on his own two feet without help, no matter how much older than her he was now.]
You twirl. [That was a promise with a smile aimed down at her. Dylan's smile's when he was in a good mood could be annoying, too pleased, too knowing, all assurance.] I will see you twirl one day. [They had danced at a hotel party once, and those memories were vague as absinthe, but it wasn't true dancing, it wasn't passion and it wasn't twirling.]
Its early yet. [Extremely, considering the run was only just rising.] Are you hungry? [Dylan admittedly knew little of younger woman aside from those he'd met in college, and they rarely ate.]