"Dammit, watch where you goin' stupid bitch!" "Oh man, we got here too late." "So you wanna go see Lockbet or the other one that was showing later?" "These jeans are really tight." Jo sweeping through the crowd with a hawk's eye scanned the area for her target, which she thought, wouldn't be too hard considering who it was. She didn't have much time left to meet up at the checkpoint, and so checking her watch, 19:00 on the dot; she walked out more into the open. It was a foolish thing to do, especially noting all the people scurrying and dallying about. A group of children on hover skates suddenly flew past in a flurry of garbage and leaves, knocking down a pedestrian and gaining some choice words from a few others that had witnessed the act. They chuckled about the shouts aimed their way and then skidded to wherever they had been headed, spray cans brandished in their snotty little hands like spoils of war. There was somebody breathing down her neck, someone had knocked into her shoulder, and a baby was crying out in the distance. Jo taking out her headphones placed them on, and raised the volume to drown out the sounds and the drone of the loud speakers blasting announcements. She walked out of the immediate crowd, moving toward her checkpoint, which had been decided on to be the extravagant water fountain in all it's Rococo glory at the Lazar Movie Complex. She didn't want to get wet, but seeing there were no nearby benches that weren't filled to the capacity with people, she found an edge on the fountain, and sat down quietly. She could --unfortunately-- still hear the sounds of the bustling crowd as it seeped past her headphones and picked at her nerves. "C'mon, c'mon, I ain't got all day." "There's going to be that rave tonight at Chizuru's." "Kawaii!" "Jo." If she could still hear the voices of the crowd, then the music blasting through her earphones couldn't rightly be called heavy metal. "Check out the sound system they got rigged up there." Raising the volume, Jo stuffed her hands in her flight jacket and concentrated on the music filtering through her brain. "Jo. Jo, hey is anybody home?" Snapping her attention away from the puddle near her feet that she had absently been staring at, Jo turned her inward focus outward to converge on the woman standing in front of her. "What took you?" Jo flicking a stray white strand out of her face with a toss of the head, prepared to stand up and get on with business. "Don't give me that. I had to look pretty. This is a date, after all." Meg, with the same toss of head came to stand beside Jo, slipping a hand around Jo's elbow and pulling until she got the other girl to her feet. Jo rolled her eyes because she thought that Meg looked pretty everyday and that an hour wasn't going to change that fact. Although, watching her flutter around in her blue dress and white high-heeled shoes did make Meg look...different. Jo decided that it was a good difference right off the bat and apparently so did some guys who were walking by them. Meg looked annoyed at the new sets of appraising eyes and suddenly turned her head sharply to the side, so she could block them out. "I think you look nice." Different nice, she didn't look like everyday Meg, but she looked... "Nice? That's it? C'mon Jo, that's something you'd say to your visiting grandma. Don't I look...?" Meg stopped her sentence, as if she wanted Jo to finish it, however some approaching guys did that honor. "You are one sexy mama." Jo thought those weren't exactly the words she had been searching for either, but she commended the idiot for trying. "Woah." One of the guys had taken off his shades and was looking Meg up and down, noticeably stopping at her chest and legs that were mostly uncovered by the shortness of the dress. Meg didn't look too happy about the attention. The guy, who had spoken first was moving closer to them, his eyes traveling from Meg to her with a sneer. "Who's this? Your boyfriend?" Huh? She turned to Meg, who suddenly looked like a beet, the color of her face matching her hair a little too much as she sputtered and moved in front of her. "What? Jo's my...I...sorta my...," she then went even redder in the face and Jo looked the guy in front of her dead in the face. "Oh my bad. Dude, that's a chick." The person in front of her started pointing at her and speaking, as if she didn't know what he was saying. She could understand the mix-up. She wasn't wearing her normal get-up. Meg had told her to go out and get something to wear that wasn't full of holes, or wasn't her normal clothes. She hadn't really understood what the point of that was, but she had gone along. She'd bought some jeans and thrown those on, but everything else was pretty much the same. She still wore her black tank top, and to hide that fact, she had thrown her gun jacket over it, not to mention she still wanted the ability to carry her guns around without alerting the nearest police station. "Really?" "Yeah, and up close like this, she's actually kinda hot." That seemed to get Meg's attention, because before Jo could even blink, Meg had pushed the guy on the shoulder and away from their personal bubble. "Man, if you say so." The guy stumbled back a little and smiled smarmily at Meg. "Cut me some slack, honey. I didn't mean to upset you or your nice friend here." The fire that usually burned in Meg was ignited and she shook her fist at the man with unconcealed rage. "I don't care, just get your ugly mug out of my face before I do something about it." The two men turned to each other and suddenly burst into raucous laughter, alerting everyone within the area to their presence and the situation. "She's feisty. I like her." "Me too." Jo narrowing her eyes because this was getting annoying and real fast, grabbed Meg by the arm, and pulled her to the entrance of the movie complex. They were going to miss the movie if they didn't hurry the hell up. "Wait, wait. Where you goin? That's not nice." She could always use her guns on them, but with the amount of civilians in the area, she would surely attract more attention and probably start a riot if she wasn't careful. Suddenly one of the guys had jumped in front of her and really, no one could blame her for what she was now doing, because it was a reflex, an involuntary--well not so much--reaction to this stranger jumping in front of her. He had startled her a little, and she had reacted how she would normally react, when someone was dumb enough to get in her sights, when she was on edge and annoyed. She broke his jaw. Not her fault. Completely not her fault, even when the guy was rolling around on the ground and his friend was trying to calm him down. Meg, who had witnessed the punch to the face --that had probably smashed some of this guy's teeth, and reduced his mouth to a bloody pit--was swiftly grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into the crowd. Damn, this date was already in trouble. "Ah, maybe we should go to another movie theater. This one seems a bit crowded. Right Jo?" Meg laughed anxiously and then picked up her pace, when she saw an officer breaking up the crowd. "Yeah, let's get out of here. This place stinks anyway." Meg pulled on her wrist even harder, and soon they were down the sidewalk and cutting a fast retreat down the streets. "Sorry Meg." It seemed like the thing to say, well other than, that guy completely deserved it, and did you see how much blood there was, or did you count how many teeth were scattered on the sidewalk. My all time best. Yeah, Jo thought she had chosen the best response to this string of events. Well, something that wasn't going to cause Meg to sit on the sidewalk and cry, or shout at her. "It's not your fault Jo. That guy deserved it." It was too bad she hadn't gone with her first choice, since Meg thought he'd deserved it too. "Those guys were being mighty assholes and I thought you handled the situation...with finesse." I didn't know you could break a guy's jaw with finesse. "Where are we going now?" Meg turned to her, like it was some sort of crime that she didn't know, "Where else, but the movie theaters." "Well turn around then." "Not that one, a better one." By better, she had better mean quieter. "Oh look, there it is." Meg was pointing to the old cinema building that had been losing business, ever since the new one had been built a couple of blocks away. It was a million times quieter than the other; it even kind of reminded her of a haunted house. Jo took an immediate liking to the place. So they bought their tickets, got popcorn, and had a nice time trying to pick out the perfect spot to watch the movie from. They practically had the entire place to themselves. "Isn't this great? And we were thinking about going to that other one?" She gave Meg a strange look, since she hadn't been the one to suggest where this date would take place, and Meg waved her off. "It's starting, shush." She gave Meg another strange look, because she wasn't the one who had been talking either. The previews were boring and Jo wasn't expecting much from the movie after five minutes of dialogue. She had to remember that Meg was the one who picked it out, after all. She nodded off twice, had Meg pinch her five times and yawned loudly once. She couldn't say she was enjoying the movie without it sounding like a heinous lie, but she could say she was enjoying Meg's company, even though those pinches had stung a little. Watching the other girl smile, and laugh, and enjoy herself was enough, more than enough to keep her entertained, even if the movie did suck like glowing brains. The couple in front of them was making out like they're lives depended on it, and Jo with an annoyed expression, kicked the chair because Meg was trying to watch the movie, and she didn't need them messing up the experience for her. The couple broke apart, stared at them angrily and then moved. Mission accomplished. Meg turned to her and questioned her with a confused expression. She shrugged her shoulders. Then halfway through the movie, she thought she had heard Meg yawn --well at least she wasn't the only one who thought the movie was boring--and then watching Meg through the corner of her eye, she could see the redhead stretch and place her hand on the back of her seat. Meg looked at her, like she was checking something, and then turned away just as quickly. They sat like this for a good portion of the movie, and Jo feeling the presence of the arm behind her head, grabbed onto it with one of her hands. It startled Meg, enough where she thought the other girl would fall out of her seat, luckily that hadn't been the case. The dark and the comfortable seats were again starting to wear her down and fixing Meg's arm around her shoulders, she was able to use it as a makeshift pillow as she curled close to her and nodded off. Meg surprisingly hadn't said anything, and so she had woken up an hour later with a stiff neck and a blushing Meg. All in all, Jo wouldn't mind going on one of these dates again in the near future. Actually she thought a small part of her was anticipating it.
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