Title: Knights Consort (7/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: Just a little bad language.
Spoilers: Anything and everything.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: There's more to love than sexual attraction. In fact, sometimes, sexual attraction just gets in the way.
Author's Note: Nothing much to say here.
Xander's in a funk - no surprise, what with Dawn breaking up with him - which is why I hauled him here to a local family fun center. I figure some simple, family-friendly fun and games'll help.
Well, okay, there's also the teensy tiny fact that, of the places we haven't been banned from, this is the only one that isn't regularly swarming with Slayers.
Well, okay, we could go to the local demon bar, but that's work.
We split a pizza and check out the games. Xander's rocking the pinball, but I don't do so well. Pesky Slayer strength means I keep setting off the tilt alert.
With my eye on a giant plushie of Snoopy - seriously, it's about three feet tall sitting down - I drag Xander to the skee-ball lanes.
I sense some cheating going on. A guy with one eye shouldn't be kicking my ass at skee-ball of all things.
Still, we're having fun, and it's not long before we have a whole pile of prize tickets, plenty enough for the Snoopy plushie and a lot more besides. It's around the second time they have to refill the prize ticket dispenser for skee-ball that they ask us to cash our prizes and leave.
Kids are glaring at us as we walk out. I grin back and clutch the big Snoopy to my chest just a little tighter. Hate on, little haters. Hate on.
We get back to the compound in companionable silence, and we're about to part ways for our respective rooms when he speaks up.
"We'll have to do this again some time."
"Don't know if they'll let us back in," I point out with an amused grin.
"Not that," he says, waving one hand in the vague direction of the fun center. "This. Hanging out."
"Oh." I ponder that. "Well, there's a new movie I've been wanting to see coming out this weekend. How's Friday at seven sound?"
"It's a date," he says, turning and heading back to his room.
Wait, what?