Movie Night Out ch2
Disclaimer: Still not mine… I don't think it ever will be.
A/N: Yes, it has been an eternity since I've updated. I got a new computer and I lost the next 2 chapters that I was going to upload, so I lost interest in this fic. Anyway, I just want to finish it and get it out of the way. My writing style may have changed, because I wrote the first chapter when I was younger (13 or 14 maybe?), but I'll try and keep the same storyline going. There will be one more chapter after this. Enjoy!
PS: This contains a lot of bickering… and dare I say it, Tony says 'Calm your farm'. I'm sorry guys, I had to put it in there. My best friend of 12 years' girlfriend first said it to us while we were watching a movie, and I thought that I should include it. Therefore, this chapter is dedicated to Tom and Rebecca
They entered the dark theatre, scanning it for the best row to sit in. It was empty, bar 3 three other couples which were scattered throughout the seats. Tony spied an empty row up the back, away from everyone leaving him free to commentate throughout the film.
"What film are we watching?" Ziva went to grab her ticket off Tony, before he snatched his hand away.
"You have been very secretive about this film." Ziva peered suspiciously into Tony's eyes. "Is it boring? Will I not like it?" Tony, deciding to keep his vow of silence, led them up the isle to the back row.
"Tony! Do not tell me this is a 'chick flick', because I swear-" Tony began to chuckle, then cut her off before she could threaten him.
"Ziva, relax. It's not a chick flick; it's a thriller film, like we agreed before." He smiled at her as he let her choose her seat.
"Then why won't you let me see my ticket?" Ziva crossed one leg over the other slowly, eyeing him as he sat down next to her.
"Why do you want to see your ticket, Zi-va." Ziva tried to snatch her ticket from him again, failing once more.
"Tony! Just give me my ticket… Please?" She leant forward, her elbow on top of her knee while she rested her head in her hand. She gave him her 'puppy dog' face, hoping he would break.
"No." Tony said simply, and turned to face the screen. He put the tickets in his left breast pocket, the furthest from Ziva.
Ziva let out a sigh and sat back in her seat. Why was Tony so persistent about not letting her see the tickets? The way he was acting about it made her want to see them more.
"Tony-"
"No."
"But-"
"No." Tony's eyes never left the screen as he spoke to her.
"The film has not even started yet, you don't need to be looking at the screen!" Ziva sat upright, facing him.
"What if I like looking at the screen?" Tony finally turned his head to look at her.
"Stop acting like a child!" A couple, three rows below them turned around and stared at them. Ziva lowered her voice, "Tell me why I cannot see the ticket, Tony."
Tony sighed. "It's nothing."
"Then give me the ticket!" Ziva snapped and immediately covered her mouth as the same couple turned around again.
"Fine." Tony retaliated childishly, and whipped the tickets out of his breast pocket and handed them to Ziva.
"Thank you." Ziva said calmly, as she held the tickets. She read them carefully, trying to find why Tony didn't want her to see them.
"You're not going to like this…" Tony winced, knowing what was coming.
"You said we were married?" Ziva exclaimed in a hushed voice.
Tony didn't reply, instead he turned to her slowly, expecting her to punch him.
"You said we were married!" Ziva's eyes were wide, and she looked shocked to say the least.
"Come on, It's not that bad! We already argue like a married couple."
"Bicker. We bicker, we don't argue." Ziva corrected Tony.
"Bickering and arguing, they are the same thing, Zi."
"No they are not."
"Yes, they are."
"No they are not."
"Yes they are."
"TONY!"
"See, we're halfway there. Now all we have to do is get a ring and BAM! We're married." Tony had a childish grin on his face from their argument/bickering.
"Why did you say we were married?" Ziva gave him a questioning look.
"Uhm… Well, you see-"
"TONY!" Ziva grew impatient.
"Wow… Calm your farm Zi-va."
"No! You calm your farm!"
"I asked you first." Tony looked at Ziva and saw how impatient she was getting. "Okay, tonight is couples night, as well as cheap Tuesday. It's a double discount. We get cheap tickets on cheap Tuesday, and we also get 10% off if you buy the tickets as a couple. So I kind of said we were married…" Tony trailed off, unsure if he was to keep going with his explanation.
"Married? Why did you make us married?" Ziva's features calmed, and she began to see the humour in the situation.
"Because… That's all I could think of." He looked insulted as to why Ziva would question his tedious plan.
"That's all you could think of? Why didn't you just say we were 'together'?"
"Yes, and why? My plan was perfect!" Tony stuck out his chest in a cocky way.
"Except for one minor problem." She smirked and sat back, now it was her turn to stare at the screen.
"What problem? My plan was seamless!" Tony looked worried, how had he stuffed up his plan? He was the king of plan making.
"No it wasn't."
"Yes it was!"
"Tony, what do married couples wear?" Ziva kept her focus on the screen.
"Oh, I know this one! Clothes!" Ziva turned her head in slow motion with a sarcastic look on her face.
"Ah, rings?" He looked at her, oblivious as to why his plan wasn't up to Ziva's standards.
"RINGS! We aren't wearing rings!" He looked shocked, how had he forgotten that married couples wear rings?
"Congratulations Tony!" A smile broke out on her face as Tony head slapped himself.
"Rookie mistake." He spoke to himself, mumbling in-audibly.
"Now, be quiet. The movie is starting."
"What's the name of this movie again?" Tony leant over and whispered to Ziva, trying not to disturb the couple below them for the third time that night.
"The Fourth Kind."
-T&Z-
So, was it okay? I hope so. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
