A Roller Skating Rink, Baltimore, Saturday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

It was the weekend, which was a time for fun, and sometimes fun meant seeking out new experiences. And that was why Isabelle had grabbed Flick to go out to a roller skating place today. She'd been ice skating a time or two when she'd been a tiny kid, but this would be new. She was adopting a new philosophy with regards to her time in Fandom, and that had a lot to do with trying out new activities. Like a mundie girl.

She smiled at Flick while they were entering the building. "Ever been to one of these?"

[ooc: NFB due to off-the-islandness, for the boy and massive SP!]

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[flickofthewrist]

"Leg cramp," he said innocently. "Couldn't be helped."

[seveninchmotto]

"That's the oddest leg cramp I've ever seen in my life," she told him. "You should see a doctor about that, Flick."

The people behind the counter were glad he was distracting her, though.

[flickofthewrist]

"I've seen enough doctors in my life," Flick reminded her, shaking his head. "They'd probably take x-rays and see about fifty badly healed breaks and just give up on me. No, I think just letting these cramps work themselves out naturally is the best way to go."

The counter staff so owed him.

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, maybe a little bit of exercise will help you," Isabelle retorted sweetly. "So, wasn't it nice of me to ask for skates for you too?"

[flickofthewrist]

"You are just a gem," Flick retorted with way too much excitement for it to be genuine. "What would I do without you around?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was still going to treat it as if it had been genuine. She even pressed a hand to her heart, as if she was so very touched by this.

"Cry yourself to sleep, probably," she guessed with a sigh. "So, lucky you."

[flickofthewrist]

Oh, he almost made a crack about not being the only one who cried in bed but he wisely kept that to himself. Very wisely.

"And I do look terrible when I cry," he said, shaking his head. "You've saved me from a terrible fate of looking gross as I fall asleep."

[seveninchmotto]

That was very, very wise indeed.

"And you're welcome," she said, even though he hadn't thanked her. It had been implied, really.

Anyway, a timid staff member came up to them just then with a pair of red skates for her and a pair of blue ones for him, and Isabelle clasped her hands together. "Now this is more like it, thank you."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick snickered and gave the skates a look. They weren't...terrible looking but still. He much preferred the old, worn down boots he was wearing right now.

"Thanks," Flick said, giving the staff member a nod of understanding. She was totally intimidating, yes.

[seveninchmotto]

Only because it got things done!

And yes, she much preferred her killer heels, too, but she couldn't very well skate in those, so she picked up her decently red new footwear off the counter. "Well, do you think it's the right size?"

[flickofthewrist]

Flick grabbed the blue pair and gave them a look.

"I think it might be close," Flick said, unwilling to completely admit that she'd maybe gotten his size right. Not just yet.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle had had to drag Alec out shopping for shoes more than once. She had an eye for these things.

Even if he hadn't admitted a perfect fit, she already looked smug.

"Well, let's go try them on, then."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick gave the skates a critical look before he shook his head.

"Lead on," Flick told her. He pointed out a place somewhere near the rink. "I think I see some empty benches over there. Enough space for the both of us."

[seveninchmotto]

"Aww, so you don't want me to sit on your lap?" Isabelle joked over her shoulder as she started towards the rink and the benches. "Shame."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh, I do want that but I just didn't think you'd do it," Flick said, hefting the skates over his shoulder and holding them by their laces. "Public place and all."

[seveninchmotto]

"Sitting on someone's lap is perfectly innocent."

Probably. When some other people did it.

[flickofthewrist]

"Is it?" Flick didn't think anything about her was innocent. But, he dropped his skates on the floor in front of the bench and sat down. "If you say so."

It was innocent for some people. Just not her.

[seveninchmotto]

Well, guess she'd lost most of her innocence along the way. That happened.

She still took a seat next to him to pull her high heels off her feet. "Everything can be innocent. Late mornings in bed, walks on the beach, phone calls..."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick made no move to pull his own boots off because he'd still resist skating if he could.

"Yes, everything can be innocent," Flick agreed, "but when it comes to some people, even the most innocent things are definitely not innocent. At all."

She remembered the last time they'd spent time in bed, right? Or the bed on the beach? And while he'd never done anything over the phone with her, he'd done a lot of talking that was not even close to innocent.

[seveninchmotto]

She remembered all of those things. That's why she'd used those examples, even! To show that they could also be innocent things, in theory.

Or to just make him think about dirty memories. Sometimes it was hard to tell with her.

"I don't know if I'd go that far," she mused, setting her shoes neatly aside before picking up a skate. "Maybe some people just have a higher probablity for making it not-innocent. Doesn't mean they're never ever innocent at all."

[flickofthewrist]

Oh, she needn't not worry, he was definitely letting his mind fill up with all those nice memories. So nice and dirty.

"Some people excel at the innocent. Some people don't," Flick said which was somewhat of an agreement. Flick stretched his legs out, boots still on, and watched her get skated up.

[seveninchmotto]

"You don't really think you're getting away with not putting the skates on, do you?" Isabelle asked him idly, lacing the skate up.

In case he thought she wasn't paying attention.

[flickofthewrist]

"I thought I might," Flick admitted, shrugging his shoulders and trying his best 'I'm so innocent' look out on her. Bound to work!

[seveninchmotto]

It'd work so well!

"Well, you won't."

Oh, right. All his innocence got in return was an amused look.

[flickofthewrist]

Of course, Flick still hadn't made a move to put the skates on. Watching her and pretending to be innocent was so much more fun.

"Is that right?" He snickered and took a look at the rink. Not too crowded, thankfully, and no one who looked like some of the asshole kids he'd run into when he'd been younger. "Hmm."