And Otters. Who: Amy Pond and John Watson When: A continuation of this log! Where: San Diego What: Visiting Sea World Rating/Warning: Low/None Status: Complete
Amy was fixing her necklace in the hotel bathroom’s mirror. They were up bright and early, ready to go terrorize Sea World. Amy was still convinced she was going to get to kiss a killer whale. Or some other sea creature. She was determined not to leave the Sea Park until she did.
She turned to look over her shoulder into the hotel room. “You almost ready?”
John was still convinced that he was going to be jealous of a killer whale, or some other sea creature. But he was ready. In the end, he’d had to go shopping, and so was now sporting a pair of nearly stylish swim trunks, a t-shirt, and a plaid button up tshirt over that. Shopping with Amy Pond did wonders for his fashion sense.
“I was born ready,” he said, probably not for the first time.
Amy beamed. Damn, he looked good. Well, she always thought he looked good. In a goofy, mature, and professional way. If that made any sense at all. But in the clothes that they picked out together he looked even better--not that she was trying to change him, or anything.
“Good. We can get there when it opens, have the whole day to find me a whale to kiss.” She teased. It was a fun, running gag? Maybe? If it got boring she’d drop it and find something else to play.
He liked their running gags -- each one piled on top of the other until they were making comments and jokes that were so inside that no one else could possibly know what they were talking about. Soon enough, they’d be speaking in a language that no one else did at all. That had an appeal to it that was hard to put to words.
Anyway, he loved that Amy Pond was so playful. It made him smile. He grabbed his wallet and phone, and the keycard to their room. “I hope they don’t make us pay extra for sea creature molestations.”
“Eh, I can afford it. I’m a Tampax model now, after all.” Amy said, leading the way out of the hotel room. “It’s totally worth it to grope a dolphin,” she added, a skip in her step as she headed down the hallway toward the parking lot. “I’ll take the fine any day.”
“And we all know that Tampax models are given extra leeway when it comes to feeling up sea mammals.” He held doors open for her and squinted at the still not completely risen sun once they hit the outdoors.
“Of course.” Amy unlocked the car and climbed in, then turned on the radio. The Cure came on this morning, bright and chipper in the early morning light. She pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main drag. They’d looked up directions last night, so she knew where she was going. “Looking forward to getting splashed at the whale show.”
“Have you been before?” He’d grabbed them both pastries from the continental on the way out, and was currently happily munching away at his, head bobbing a little to Robert Smith remarking over how Friday’s were a perfect day for love.
“No, but I assume they do that sort of thing? It’s a Sea Park, so.” She pulled onto the freeway to take them down a couple of exits. It was early enough that it wasn’t so hot, there weren’t all that many people on the road. She reached over to grab her pastry, then opened it with her teeth so she could keep one hand on the wheel. (It was mostly playful.)
He would have done it for her. If she’d asked. Man. In any case, now that she was managing, John decided now was as good a time as any to just stare at her. He did that sometimes, because he couldn’t seem to help it. “What? Oh, yes.”
Yeah, but that would require asking. Silly man. Amy was able to eat and drive at crazy speeds down the freeway. It was a gift. Perhaps a terrifying one, to anyone in the car with her, but a gift nonetheless. She pulled off on their exit and took the car toward Sea World. “We’ll have to see the sharks, too. I love sharks. Don’t want to kiss one of those, though.”
“I’ve always been a bit a fan of the turtles, myself,” John said, smiling, and not very discretely holding on to the door handle once he’d finished off his preservative filled pastry. It was a bit like a running joke now, along with everything else. He was old, she drove poorly and made out with sea creatures. You know. The usual.
Same old same old. Amy finally turned into the parking lot, rolling down her window so she could pay the parking attendant dude. Then she drove down toward the front to park. They were there early enough that they got a really good space. “Turtles, sharks, splashes from whales, and kissing a dolphin.” Amy said. “Sounds like we’ve got an amazing day ahead of us.”
“And otters,” John said, pointedly - as if the otters were so important that he hadn’t even felt like he’d needed to bring them up previously. Because they were like the no brainer of the animal world. You had to see them.
He closed his car door behind him, and then made a grabby hand at Amy. Hand holding until you can’t stand it anymore time.
“Otters are a given,” Amy said. Duh. She agreed whole-heartedly. Otters were absolutely a given. Her hand slipped into his and her fingers laced together with his. They were in line for tickets when she leaned over to steal a kiss from him. Because people in new, fresh relationships did that a lot. There was a lot of kissing.
There really was. There was enough kissing to probably annoy everyone around them at all times. John? John had no fucks to give about annoying other people. Which is why he stole another kiss or three until the line was moving.
“This was a good idea.” He liked road trips.
"I think so." She told him with a grin. Amy just liked being with John. She always did. She hopped to the front of the line and paid for their tickets. She had to let go of his hand for a moment while paying. Sorry, John.
No complaints. He’d get it back later. Anyway, he was more bemused that she was paying than anything else. Not that it made a big difference one way or the other.
Tickets in hand, and hands in hand again, they made their way into the real entrance of the place. Whale snogging and otters awaited.