Who: Artemis Stockwell and Andrew Fortinash What: A trip to the movies which is definitely NOT a date. When: Thursday night, August 5th Where: Belfast Rating: C for cute?
It wasn't often that Artemis managed to go out and see a film while it was in the theatre, she often found herself far too busy to even contemplate it. She'd spent most of her adult life studying, and it was a hard habit to break, particularly when you needed to in order to keep up to date with everything. She wasn't one of the lucky few who could coast through, safe in the knowledge that all that was required was the bare minimum and they'd still write astounding essays. She actually had to work at it. Which meant that if she did watch movies, it was often in the background as she poured over journal articles.
However, she wasn't at home. She'd had a well deserved week off to celebrate her birthday back in Ireland, which meant she had enough time to do what regular people did without a job taking over her life. Accordingly, this meant going out on cinema trips with brand new friends. Truth be told, she was a little nervous. Brooks, Drew and Frost were already friends, had their own dynamic, and let's be honest, they were a little intimidating. Especially Frost. Drew was definitely the least threatening of them all, she was glad that he was the one going along to help her through, and she got the feeling that Ariadne was equally glad.
After checking the movie times, she'd sent Drew a message with her address and the time so that he could come pick her up. Her own car was still over in England, and her parent's car had been usurped by her younger sister for the evening. Still, she wasn't quite ready when the doorbell rang that evening, and wasn't quick enough to reach the door before her mother had declared that she'd get it. As the door opened, she was already diving down the stairs, one of her ballet flats still in her hand. "Mam! It's okay, I'll get it!" She declared, trying to pull the imposing woman away from the door, aware that she was already glaring at Drew. A few seconds later and she convinced her mother to move out of the way, and she smiled shyly at Drew. "Hey, I just need to grab my bag. You can wait inside if you want, won't be a sec." She turned around and almost walked straight into her mother who hadn't taken the hint to leave yet. "Ma! I think Da wanted you in the kitchen. Hop on."
Art pushed the woman along the corridor, following her into the kitchen to grab her bag off the table, slipping her shoe onto her other foot at the same time. She took a moment to glare at both her parents, silently communicating with them that they should stop trying to embarrass her now that she was an adult. They probably wouldn't take the hint though. Pushing her way back out through the door, she heard her dad calling after. "Are ye away?" Without stopping she called back over her shoulder. "Aye, I'll see you later." Sighing, she turned back to Drew. "Shall we go before they try to give you the tenth degree?"