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Movie Sign Theater 3000 Friday

Now Playing: You Got Served
Showtimes: 12:00, 2:30, 4:00, 6:30, 8:00 and 9:30

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You gotta pay for your tickets!

Ivanova bought her ticket for the 6.30 show and loitered around, waiting for Tonks to show up ~~for their date~~.

Tonks showed up ~~for the date~~ a few minutes later. Her hair - surprisingly, not pink and falling around her shoulders, but otherwise the same as usual - was wet from the shower and she had abandoned the robes for more practical Muggle clothes. "Hi!" She greeted.

"Hi yourself," Ivanova grinned ~~not at all checking her out~~. "You look very . . . non-magical." She tilted her head. "I liked the pink hair and the funky clothes. Anyway, are you ready for some top-quality entertainment? I know I am. This place always shows the very best." Her voice is dead flat, but her eyes are dancing with laughter.

"All right!" Tonks agreed brightly. While paying for her ticket, she frowned. "You liked the pink better?"

Ivanova shrugged. "It was more . . . you, I guess. Not that your current colour doesn't look fabulous as well." She twirls a strand of her own hair around her finger. "I'm stuck with mediocre brown. Can you imagine me as a blonde? Or a redhead? Or how about emo-goth black?"

Tonks turned around, ticket in hand to look at Inara. "Mediocre brown's my natural color," she admitted, grinning. "Emo-goth black? I guess that's close to chav black?" She asked. "I can see how that'd look good." After concentrating for a moment, her hair turned pink, spiking once more. "Better?"

Inara? Cheating on me already? *emosob* Ivanova grinned. "I like it. But whatever makes you happy." She lifted a hand and asked very gravely, "May I ruffle?"

Aw, cheer up, emo kid! *trying to find and make memories out of older posts and needs to find glasses* "Anytime you'd like!" Tonks responded happily.

Ivanova never, ever squees. Ever. She ruffled the pink spikes, trying to displace them and failing utterly. Oh well. Still fun. "Shall we go in? Will you be braving the concession stand or have you filled your fake hot butter quota for today?"

"My fake hot butter quota is filled, but my crappy gummi bear quota is not."

"Ah," Ivanova nods sagely. "Nothing for me, sadly. I indulged over the holidays. I spent my entire life fighting the forces of Imperialism. Now I am the expanding Russian frontier."

[[Sleep overcomes me. Sorry. I'm sure we would have had a lovely evening. Feel free to march Ivanova into the theatre and ~~molest her all you want~~ watch the movie.]]

[[All right. I hope you enjoy your weekend!]]

Eat some food!

Get your groove on!

Seriously, I want to see dancing in the ailes!

Ok, maybe some people shouldn't dance.

I happen to dance beautifully.

One of these days we're going to have to show the movie Breakin'

Make out you kids!

Get to work, losers.

You know you want to...here, I'll start.

Crunch Buttsteak smells like a JoAnne Fabrics store. That's right, he smells like an old lady!

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