This is another ridiculously long drabble posted at a late-ish hour. It's soraskybeauty's request. She wanted Max and Mariam flirting over an ice cream soda. They're not technically flirting much, but I like the way it turned out. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
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Ice Cream Soda
Mariam's long ivory legs were draped casually over the booth. Max sat across from her, leaning forward on his elbows and the two exchanged quiet conversation. Several old women looked on disapprovingly at Mariam's short shorts and Max's distressed jeans, turning away to whisper to their little, gray husbands about how no one would ever have been seen in public, dressed like that, back in the day. They were also quite sure to mention the fact that if those two lasted more than a month in this society, it would be a miracle.
What they didn't know was that Max and Mariam had outlasted a month long ago. The couple had been together for three years and were still going strong. Mariam planted her feet back on the floor and twisted around to face her long-time boyfriend. With a few bats of her eyelashes their lips connected, working against each other in a sweet embrace, much to the annoyance of several other diners.
"Ahem."
They looked up at the waitress who stood over them, one hand situated on her hip and the other holding a tray over her head.
"Could you two knock it off? We're getting complaints."
The pair looked around, seeming to only now notice where they were and the vast array of onlookers who couldn't pretend to still be eating quickly enough.
"Oh, here's your float." She set the drink down on the table between them with two straws. She muttered something along the lines of 'lousy kids' as she walked away.
Mariam rolled her eyes and picked up her straw. She ripped off the top half of the wrapper and shot the other half at Max, hitting him right on the nose. She giggled at his befuddled expression with her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Max narrowed his eyes and shot his wrapper at her. He, too, laughed into his hands when it collided with her forehead.
"This is the last time I'm going to tell you two!" The waitress appeared from around the corner, wagging her finger at them. "No public displays of affection, no shooting straw paper," She yanked the wrappers from Mariam's hand, "and keep quiet!"
Mariam thought it wise not to mention the fact that the waitress was causing more of a disturbance than they were. Max collapsed into a fit of laughter, burying his face in his arms as the lady stalked away. Once he'd managed to contain himself, he sat up straight and put his straw into the large, root beer, ice cream soda next to Mariam's.
They both leaned in at the same time, nearly bumping their heads together, and took a drink. When Max saw Mariam staring back at him, inches from his face, with green eyes that she was purposefully making look extra big, he had to pull back and laugh to himself again. Under normal circumstances, he may have been able to keep quiet, but if he wasn't supposed to laugh, that made it all the more likely that he would.
Taking advantage of his hidden face, Mariam picked up their root beer float and took a big gulp without using a straw. She made sure to get some foam over her upper lip, so that she could set her plan in motion.
Max composed himself once more and took another drink. When he looked up, he saw Mariam with a foam mustache. He would've laughed, but then he'd have two angry women after him. Instead he tactfully gestured to his upper lip, hoping she'd get the hint. She feigned embarrassment and licked her lip, careful to just narrowly miss the foamy frame.
Max next tried simply handing her a napkin, certain she was playing games with him. She took it and wiped her mouth, leaving the mustache, yet again. Max gave her a look and she offered up the worst falsely innocent smile he'd ever seen. He sighed and took another sip of their ice cream soda. Mariam tapped him lightly in the shin with her foot. He looked up and she 'tried' to lick off her mustache, pouting when she failed. With an exasperated look, he realized that he'd never win Mariam's game, so he might as well play along.
He leaned over the table and enveloped Mariam's top lip in his. The kiss deepened and several old ladies glared at the young couple who were now having an all-too-obvious make-out session in the diner.
A hand slammed down on the table and they jumped apart. The waitress stood over them, looking incredibly miffed. She'd brought their check with her in the hand that now rested on the table.
"Out," she ordered.
Taking their good time, Max and Mariam payed and left without tipping the waitress. Walking out, they mentally added this place to the long list they kept; a list of places that they'd been kicked out of for no good reason at all.
A/N: Little old ladies get me every time with their hatred of young people. It's too amusing. We're now officially at one hundred reviews, so anyone who hasn't made a request yet, feel free.
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