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Who: Billy Horrible and Tinkerbell
When: late september
Where: Sandwich Shop
What: Date
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete



They were at a sandwich shop. Outdoor seating was a friend to all in warm climate areas, and since Billy liked sandwiches and didn’t go out into the sun very often, he felt like he was kind of hitting two birds with one stone, here. It was good.

“So,” he said, juggling his sandwich awkwardly in a way where he might avoid dripping condiments everywhere. “That wedding was fun, the other day…”

“Right. Blink’s wedding.” Tink said, nodding. A little awkward, as Tink and Blink had been… a thing? Something of a thing? Friends with benefits? But Tink wasn’t really into girls. Not the way Blink was. And she was absolutely happy for Blink and Illyana. Without strings sort of happy. Though, that didn’t stop her cheeks from going a little pink a couple of times.

“And I wore green.” She added. It’d been a cute dress, but made her look a whole lot more girly than she was.

Billy was of the opinion that what a person wore didn’t make them any more or less of something they weren’t. Tink had been pretty in the green dress, but it hadn’t made her any less Tink. Forward thinking, our Billy Horrible. Someday he’d be a benevolent ruler to all.

“You did,” he agreed. “And I wore a suit. We were very dashing, hiding in the corner of the reception hall.”

“Nothing suits you like a suit.” Tink said, grinning at her own little pun. She reached forward for her drink, and slurped through the straw. “Hey, we didn’t just hide in the corner. We also traveled to the food. And the bathrooms.” She said, mock offended.

The pun was awful. Billy ignored it in favor of telling her so. While he could usually be rather blunt, he couldn’t seem to manage it with Tink. Instead, he nodded, waited for her to be done with the drink before taking his turn on it. Hey, sharing was romantic and economical, man. “Yeah, fair. Can’t pass up a snack table, anyway.”

More romantic than economical. But it was both. “Who can?” She broke into a smile, then dug into her sandwich with zeal. “So,” she spoke between bites, trying her best not to talk while chewing. “...I’ve been having these weird dreams.” Just like everyone else.

Billy picked at his sandwich -- systematically taking off each ingredient and eating it separately. He rose an eyebrow, tried not to look too interested. “Yeah? What do you dream about?”

Tink took a deep breath and looked at him, squinting slightly as if trying to figure out how much to tell him. “...you promise you won’t laugh at me? It’s ridiculous.”

Billy only tilted his head to the side and stuck a black olive into his mouth. “I dream of being a mad scientist. I’m pretty sure we’ll be okay, here.”

“I’m a fairy.” Tink responded, leaning back a bit in her chair and avoiding his eyes. “Like, six inches tall, dragonfly-esque wings, I use something called ‘pixie dust’ to fly.”

“Really.” Billy was sure that this was not, in fact, the best response he could have given. But okay, six inch fairy did kind of trump mad scientist. He considered it for a moment though, stealing back the soda in order to give it a sip as he thought. “Well. Do you like it?”

Tink brought her eyes to his face, and nearly rolled them. “Yes, really. Would I make something like that up?” She asked, then reached forward, picked up a napkin, and started to fold and shred it, turning it into something new. Flower or origami creature or something. “...it’s all right. I mean, I get to fly and do magic and stuff.” It felt a bit childish.

He rolled his eyes too, but it wasn’t not a fond gesture. Just.. a mirroring, really. Hey, it wasn’t like he wasn’t a king of sarcasm some days.

“The dreams are weird,” he said pointedly. “And they don’t necessarily match up to our real selves, you know? But there’s nothing not cool about flying or magic.”

“Well, yeah. That’s true. Pixie Dust is pretty amazing. God, I wish I had some here. Imagine all the things I could do if only I had a little Pixie Dust!” Her eyes lit up. Tink was imagining the machines that could be powered by the magic stuff. Or flying. Just a little bit could send you soaring into the clouds--so long as you had happy thoughts.

Too bad there was no such thing as cynical pixie dust. Billy only sipped his drink and smiled indulgently at her half explained fantasies. Hey, it wasn’t like he really knew exactly what the stuff did. It seemed cool, though.

So long as he didn’t think it was like, cocaine, or something. Tink nodded, then reached forward and stole the drink away for a sip. Since they were sharing, right? “Anyway, my dress for the wedding wasn’t anywhere near as revealing as the fairy dress I wear in the dreams. It’s really a joke of a dress.”

“Maybe fairies just aren’t modest?” She hadn’t described it, but he felt he knew her well enough to assume that it was probably just a slip of a thing if she was complaining. Tink didn’t wear dresses very often as it was, and he certainly couldn’t blame her for that.

“Maybe.” Tink said, shrugging her shoulders. “I tell you what, though. If that leaf dress shows up here, I’m not wearing it. I don’t care if it’s the last thing on earth.” Well, if it was the last thing on earth, she probably would.

It’d be more modest than wearing nothing if it was the last thing on earth. Maybe. Billy only grinned, gave a lazy shrug. “There could always be worse.” He was excited for the day he got his labcoat. But that was significantly more awesome than a dress made of leaves. He supposed if he had to, he’d let her wear it. If that dress was the only other thing on earth.