A/N-been a long time since I hit the point pleasant boardwalk, so forgive me if it's a little off-again, I claim artistic license. Enjoy. And for all of you who read and don't review-I know you're reading it. Or at least clicking through it...
"Let's hit the boardwalk." He smiled as she emerged from the bedroom, hair still damp from her shower. He flicked off the TV, after scanning through all the channels at least twice, coming up with nothing good to watch.
"The boardwalk?" He questioned and she grinned.
"Yeah." She said enthusiastically. "The best part of the beach." She headed towards the door opening and walking out, leaving him to follow along behind her. "Games and stands and food and cheap gifts and rides, it's all so much fun." He smirked at the careless abandon she had. "You coming?" She asked as he took his time following her down the street to the splintered wooden path.
She looked around, taking in all the sights and sounds. It was an amazing sight, with zillions of flashing lights and too many sounds, but it was a pleasant over stimulation. "Where to begin?" She pondered looking around, and his stomach gave a low rumble.
"How about with lunch?" She laughed and looked around before spotting a small hot dog vendor with a cart. They quickly ordered two and sat down on a nearby bench, watching the ocean. "This is what I love about this place compared to Boston." She said as she took a large bite out of the dog.
"Fenway Park dogs beat these." He countered, biting into his. It was good, but not as good as the official frank of the Red Sox.
"Not the hot dog, this." She gestured out over the sand. "The warmth, the happy people the sun, the ocean that you can swim in, all these flashing lights, tikki bars." He chuckled, almost choking on his frank when he saw a man giving a gigantic stuffed Sylvester on his back.
"Now that's a prize." He commented, pointing at the man and the stuffed toy.
"Quarter pitch." The man replied, pointing at a small booth with the plates set up.
"I Twat I taw a puddy tat." She mocked after the man had walked by and he grinned, finished the hot dog with one last bite. She lept up and all but ran down the boardwalk until she reached the quarter pitch. She quickly traded in a dollar for four quarters and tossed each one out, two missing entirely, two skidding off the plates.
He smirked and changed a dollar bill, and found three quarters to go sliding off the plates, and he started at the rows with a determined look. "Watch and learn young padawan." He joked, tossing the last one out with a certain nonchalant air, and she watched as it skidded to a stop halfway off the edge of the plate that it had landed on.
"How do you do that?" She asked him and he shrugged.
"A magician never tells his secrets." She shook her head. "So, pick one of those." He told her, looking over the selection of looney tunes characters.
"Why do I pick?" She asked him. "You won."
"And if you can come up with something for me to do with a giant 4 foot tall stuffed animal, I would gladly take it, but I think you have more use for it."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"It'll keep the stuffed tiger you try to hide in your closet company." She swatted him.
"How did you find out about that?"
"You sent me in there to look for something once, remember?" She wracked her brain in thought before nodding.
"Fine." She looked over the selection. "How about Daffy?" She said, and the attendant pulled down one of the stuffed toys and handed it to him, and he immediately handed it off to her. "You're the one that won it, you carry it."
"And I gave it to you, therefore it's yours." She laughed.
"But I'm telling you to carry it for me cause you're just so nice like that." He smiled, and reluctantly slung the giant stuffed monster over his shoulder. "And now, we're going to go on some rides."
"If I recall correctly you invited me for a nice relaxing vacation." He pointed out, stressing the word relaxing.
"What, you don't like rides either?"
"I never said that." He followed her down to the pier where she bought twenty dollars worth of tickets before marching up to the Himalaya. He saw the ride spinning around at a speed that was entirely too fast and then repeat itself backwards, and he stopped shaking his head.
"C'mon." She said, removing the giant toy from his shoulder and all but dragging him into a seat. Once the ride started however, he found himself not minding it all that much as centrifugal force pressed her against him. She was warm, and comforting to him, she seemed to fit against him, and when he moved his arm behind her, almost wrapped possessively around her shoulders to stop it from being pinned between them she hadn't minded in the least.
By the time they exhausted all the tickets, they had already ridden every ride at least once, much to his stomach's protest, and they were both ready to go back to the house and collapse. "You, me, tikki bar tonight?" She asked him and he groaned.
"Do you have an endless supply of energy?" He asked her. "In case you haven't noticed I'm an old man."
"Yeah right, that old excuse." she teased, laughing. She collapsed on the couch using the giant stuffed animal as a pillow. "Take a nap if you're that exhausted old man." He smiled and walked into the bedroom, flopping down onto the bed, falling asleep quickly.