Shenanigans!

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[ Maya is finding that she really likes Peter. Really, really likes him. Handsome and charming and funny, and rough around the edges in a way she appreciates.

She gives him a nudge with her elbow ] Hey, I like you. Don't ruin it with Fifty Shades of fucking Grey.

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[ He grins, but then schools his expression into something innocently bland. ]

I thought we both agreed we liked bad movies?

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There's good-bad and then there's bad-bad. Seriously Peter, don't make me rant.

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What if I like listening to you?

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[ That somehow catches her a little off-guard, and she blinks at him ]

I uh. I'd have to ask what's wrong with you.

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Seriously? You've got a nice voice.

That, and you're funny as hell, so I can only imagine angry-rant-mode-Maya is even better.

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[ She gives him a long look, cheeks going slightly pink, then she just laughs ]

You really are something else. [ and after a brief moment of thought, she grabs his hand, twining their fingers together as they walk ] No ranting tonight. Let's just go find something cheesy to riff on, okay?

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[ Ah, that surprises him a little -- it's weirdly intimate, but maybe that's just because lately his dates have gone from, "Hi, my name's Peter," to rolling around in the sheets, so who's he to judge?

In any case, he affects a resigned sigh. ]

Fine, fine, cheesy and not actually terrible. The things I do to make a girl happy.

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I'll be sure to thank you properly later.

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I still wanna hear that speech, though. I bet you jam in at least six words with over five syllables.

I wanna record it and put it on YouTube.

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You will do no such thing!

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[ That just makes him grin. ]

Oh, are you camera shy?

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No! I just... I have no desire to be on YouTube, ranting or otherwise.

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[ He laughs, but then he holds up a hand, relenting. ]

Alright, alright. Still, I wanna hear it. Should I set aside, like, two hours? Three?

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[ Instantly: ] Three and a half.

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[ He lets out a low whistle. ]

I'll make it four, just in case I have any questions.

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At this rate, you won't be going home until sunrise.

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I haven't got plans tomorrow.

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[ If it looks like she goes a little red suddenly, it was surely a trick of the light ]

Good to know.

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[ still, he notices, but he's nice enough not to mention it. ]

We can make that date number two.

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Maybe let's get through date number one, first.

[ she gives his hand a little squeeze, and tugs him towards the movie theater. ]

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[ he lets himself be pulled, sighing good-naturedly. ]

Which movie is it?

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You pick.

As long as it's not Fifty Shades.

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We can go cheesy and terrible.

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[ Yaaay. She gives him a little smile and pays for their tickets (because that's how she rolls).

The movie is terrible, but she was right- terrible in the best way. It's entertaining, and entirely riffable, and with the theater nearly empty thanks to the movie's dismal reviews, she doesn't feel too bad about leaning over and making snide remarks.

She likes making him laugh. ]