Dr. Horrible thinks the status is NOT quo. (billy_horrible) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-21 14:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, billy horrible, tinkerbell |
Who: Billy + Tink
When: May 17th-ish
Where: Movie theater / park
What: awkwardness.
Rating/Warnings: Low - some innuendo and a lot of blushing.
Status: Complete
Billy wasn’t sure the last time he’d seen so many movies in a theater within such a short span of time. He wasn’t a movie going kind of guy -- anything he possibly could have ever wanted to see was easy to find on the internet. For free.
And yet, despite that, every single time Tink asked him to go to one with her, he not only dropped everything he was doing in order to go, he also was pleased to pay. He’d started up pre-stocking on her favorite kind of M&Ms. He drove to get her. They played air hockey and pinball before the movies. It was like going on dates, except with more awkward blushing and no making out afterward.
Honestly, he kind of liked it. He hoped that wasn’t weird.
If it was weird, then they were both weird. Tink liked it, too. The only people she had in her life that she could call up and go see a movie with, spur-of-the-moment-like, were her brothers. And Billy was definitely not like her brothers. Sure there was no making out at the end, but did there have to be for it to be a date? Tink had no idea what was going on between herself and Billy, but she knew that she really liked him. And liked spending time with him. Wasn’t that enough?
“OhmyGodIloveM&Ms,” she said, already digging into the candy that he’d brought for the movie. They’d each won a game of air hockey, and were now in the theater waiting for the previews to roll. “You’re absolutely my favorite for keeping me freshly stocked. Though, I’m starting to wonder if you really just want me fat and pimply.”
“Yes,” Billy said, reaching over to steal some candy from the bag in a way that was oddly familiar of him. “That was my master plan, to make you unattractive. Because that makes sense.”
Tink laughed. She couldn’t help it. He was funny. “Well, so long as you don’t mind it. I suppose if you’re the one feeding me chocolate you can’t complain when it goes straight to my thighs.” ...oh,god,Ijustmentionedthighs.</i>
Oh god, she just mentioned thighs. Billy cleared his throat, pointedly sorted out the candies in his hand even though they were all the same color. “You’ll just have to work it off --er. Walk! Walk it off.” Fail. Such fail.
Tink coughed, having inhaled a little M&M shell at his words. She reached for the Icee they were sharing, and slurped until she could breathe again without coughing. ...absolutely made of fail.
Billy couldn’t help it. Seriously, he had no idea how to stop the words that came into his brain. Filters? What were filters? And where could he get one? Really, he needed one. “Erm,” he said, a terrible shade of pink whilst waiting for his turn on the Icee.
“Sorry,” Tink said, finally handing the drink over to him, then reaching for another chocolate candy. “...Yes, I’ll have to work it off.” She said, letting the pink and the smirk take over her whole face.
And then the previews came on. The whole time she was watching them, Tink couldn’t help but wonder which of them she’d go see with Billy. Was this their thing now? Movies? Was that a bad thing even if it was?
It didn’t seem bad. Kind of expensive. But -- well. Worth it? It was fun. And for at least half the time they (read: Billy) didn’t need to worry about saying anything stupid or obtuse, because talking during movies was for assholes. And he wasn’t an asshole. He was just -- well. Horrible.
“Dance Dance Revolution after this,” he murmured in a poorly staged whisper. “Totally workin’ it, right?”
“Heck yes,” Tink responded, leaning in a little and whispering properly. Her eyes stayed on the screen, though, as they watched the previews. They were going by quickly. Just a couple before the main presentation. “We’ve got to work off the M&Ms, anyway.” Notice she said we.
Billy was glad it had gone dark, because he was blushing before he even said anything -- and that was probably a sure sign that what he was about to say shouldn’t really be said. But he did it anyway. “Oh yeah, we’ll definitely have to work up a sweat.”
That made Tink smirk. Terribly. She was saved the hassle of coming up with a good response as the movie’s opening sequence started. She sat up in her chair, excited, then chewed her fingertips through the whole movie--except when she laughed at the Trek inside jokes, gasped and jumped at the startling and exciting things, and nearly cried at a couple of points of emotion.
It was over far, far too soon.
They’d waited until all the credits were over -- because you never knew what would be after these days, if anything, and then when the screen finally went back to white, and all the lights had come back on, Billy and Tink filtered out with the rest of the crowd.
“That was awesome.” Billy wasn’t always the most eloquent, but he was sure that summed it up.
“Right??” Tink agreed, nearly bouncing as she walked alongside him out of the theater. It was fairly packed, she was surprised. Even through to the end of the credits. She supposed people were learning from Schwarma, and the goodies at the end of those Marvel films. “Man. That Benedict Cumberbatch is such an amazing actor.”
“He is,” Billy agreed, sticking his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “It’s kinda weird. He’s -- sort of ugly. But still compelling to look at. Is that weird? I mean, I’m not into guys or anything, but it’s not like I don’t notice if one is attractive or not.” Open mouth, insert kitchen sink.
“Oh, I know what you mean,” Tink said. “I definitely prefer guys over girls,” even though lately she’d had more experience with girls than--nevermind. “But I can appreciate when a girl is good looking. I mean, I can see it.” She shrugged a little. “He’s no Chris Pine, but he has his charm. In a strange way.”
“Right,” Billy agreed, but then felt a little weird about it, because who wouldn’t after a conversation like that. “You’re prettier to look at, anyway.”
Oh man. Sorry. That one just came out.
Aww. Tink was a little surprised, and very flattered. She turned to look at him, and couldn’t help the shy smile that crossed her features. “Am I?” Her cheeks were burning. She felt like she was thirteen again, walking side by side home from school with a boy she had a crush on.
Billy was probably about as eloquent as a thirteen year old when it came to these things, so he could see why that analysis might come to mind. “Well, yeah. Duh.” Smooth Operator, right over here.
“You’re kinda nice to look at yourself,” Tink said, her arm swung down between them and her fingers brushed over his once. Then she took hold of his hand. She was bright pink all around her face and neck, unable to stop grinning shyly.
“Oh.” said Billy going from pink to red in five seconds flat. To his credit, he didn’t shy away from the handhold, and if anything, stepped a little closer so it wasn’t more awkward than it already was. “Well. Uh. I try.”
It was pretty awkward. But it felt nice, too. Something in Billy brought out the super shy-ness, and the super blushy-ness in Tink. Not that she minded. She liked it. Besides, it only made her look more adorable when her cheeks went super red, right?
“So... Dance Dance Revolution?” She asked, finding her pulse had quickened considerably at the feeling of his fingers somewhat awkwardly wrapped around hers.
She always looked adorable, Billy might argue. But that seemed like pushing it, a bit. Sort of. What were they talking about? Billy rose his eyebrows, but looked at the ground a bit stupidly before thinking to look over at Tink. “What?”
“Hmm?” Tink asked. Had he just said what? That was a strange thing to say. To ask? Maybe he hadn’t heard her. She cleared her throat and raised her voice a little. “Dance Dance Revolution? Didn’t you want to... to work off the M&Ms?” She added. If it would have been possible for her to blush further, she would have.
If anything, Billy just looked more confused. Or maybe that was just terrified. It was always so hard to tell these days. “Yes.” he said after a full minute, or maybe an hour. They were in the lobby by all the games now. “We were going to -- work it off.” A pause. “Through the power of dance.”
“We don’t have to,” Tink added. DDR would require the dropping of hands. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do that just yet. “...we could find another way to... work it off.” She honest to God meant a walk or something, and didn’t realize how that statement could be taken any number of ways until after she’d said it. A horrified expression crossed her features as she realized just that--and she wished that her mouth had a backspace key.
If only that were a thing that people could actually have. Billy blinked, luckily could not go a color brighter than he was now and then gave one of his half spoken laughs. “We could just -- uh- Have a walk about it.” Or sex, that was cool too. NO. He hadn’t said that, thanks.
“Yes! Yes, a walk. Yes. That’s what I meant. Thank you.” Tink said, relieved that he hadn’t thought... well, even if he had... would she have turned him down? Of course not. Well, no. Just a gentle no. Actually, it was a nice thought, wasn’t it?
STOP THINKING ABOUT SEX WITH BILLY. Tink cleared her throat, and pushed the door open to the theater lobby so they could head out. She was still holding his hand. “There’s a park just, like, two blocks from here. They have ducks. Though, I’m sure the ducks are all sleeping.” Not that they paid Tink much attention anyway. She was terrible with most animals. “Want to walk there?”
“Sure,” Billy said, and totally was pleased about the continued hand holding, even though it was kind of weird, wasn’t it? Were his hands always this sweaty? Did she notice? Was she going to think he was some kind of sweaty handed creep? Was she thinking it already?
It was good it was dark out, because he was sure he’d gone a bit blotchy over all those thoughts. “We’ll just -- uh. Let sleeping ducks lie.” Lame. God.
Haha, totally lame. But Tink was too distracted by the rush of cold air as they exited the theater, and the feel of his hand still against hers. Did she always sweat this much? Anyway, they turned to head toward the park, and walked along for a few minutes in silence.
“These ducks probably just got home, anyway,” she said after a long pause. “...I mean, from flying south for the winter.” Isn’t that what ducks did?
“Do they do that in California? What’s the point? It doesn’t get cold enough.” You’re cute, Tink, but Billy isn’t going to not point out the obvious things anyway. Plus that was a nice thing to focus on instead of WOW THIS IS AWKWARD BUT ALSO NICE. Not that he still wasn’t thinking about that.
“Well, there’s still south for them to go, isn’t there?” Tink asked. “Like... Mexico? Central America?” Damned if she knew anything about animals, really. “Like the butterflies? No?” She shook her head.
“Nevermind. We’ll just let sleeping ducks lie,” she added, a hint of teasing in her voice, then turned to give him a playful grin.
Billy knew pretty much jack about animals too. Other than the fact that he tended to avoid both them and the outdoors. It was better than running into a bear or something. He shrugged and smiled a weird smile that involved his little face tick. “Whatever works.”
Tink gave his hand a squeeze, then turned to the park. It was actually quite lovely in the twilight. The moon shone off the duck pond, and the streetlamps set everything in a dim, orange glow. She moved toward the duck pond, following the little path. The playground equipment was still and empty.
“I keep expecting the Enterprise to come crashing down through the atmosphere,” she said, both teasing- and longing-ly.
“Oh?” Billy was watching the empty swings with vague interest. “You’re hoping for a sudden and unexpected end to the city through bizarre destruction?” He seemed oddly interested in that.
“Well, after that movie, how could you not be thinking about it?” Tink asked, giving him a little grin. “So long as it crashes into Bobby McFerrin’s house first.” She said, with a nod. “And I’m far enough away that I won’t be destroyed with it.”
“Bobby Mc--Isn’t that the Don’t Worry Be Happy guy? Holy shit I hate that song.” He seemed amazingly impressed with her deviousness.
Tinkerbell laughed. “How on Earth did you know that off the top of your head?” She asked, shaking her head, obviously impressed. “But yes, that’s the Don’t Worry Be Happy Guy. I’ve just always hated that song. I wouldn’t mind seeing his house obliterated first, before the rest of the city goes up in flames.” Okay, the conversation took a rather morbid turn just there.
Billy liked it. A lot. “Well, you knew it. Why wouldn’t I?” His grin was sharp, just this shy of wicked. “I agree with you, though. It’s a perfect plan, no matter how sad the ending. Sometimes the ends justify the means.” Stay forever, is what he meant to say.
"It would certainly shake things up a bit, wouldn't it?" Tink was more thinking about how awesome space travel would be, rather than world domination. But y'know, that'd be kinda cool, too.
Kinda cool? Try totally cool. The best of all options. One day, she’d see. When they ruled the world. Well. When Billy ruled the world. But he was nice enough to share. “Could be interesting.” It wasn’t like he wouldn’t agree with her. He gave a beat. “Wanna go on the swings?”
"It's like you read my mind." Tink released his hand, then ran. "Race ya!" She called out to him, laughing, child-like, on her way to the swings.