fandomtownies | Chilly Boulder, Wednesday lunchtime

Dressing up was one way to improve a bad mood. So even though it was decidely NOT a date, Isabel still found a nice little sundress (http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri/V223655.jpg) to wear.

Pushing her sunglasses towards the top of her head, she smiled and made her way to the table. "I hope you weren't waiting long."

Johnny stood up as she entered and his eyes fell over her in appreciation, "You look great, and no, I wasn't. Just barely got here myself. Ready to mosey on up to the counter and order?"

"Thanks. It was either this or the ratty shorts," she teased. "I figured this might look a bit nicer. And I certainly am. I'm being very decadent today. This is lunch."

"Ooh, pushing that envelope and going straight for dessert. My kind of girl," he teased then added quickly, "Only not."

Johnny ordered a hot fudge sundae for himself and waited for her to order before they returned to the table he'd chosen to sit and enjoy it.

Isabel ordered a hot fudge sundae of her own, with enough variations of chocolate ice cream in it that it should be illegal. "Sometimes, I like to live on the edge," she told him as she took the rather gooey dish and started back to the table. "I'm debating if being here counts."

"Whoa," he said. "Isabel, that's a lot of chocolate. And living on the edge is going to have you holding your stomach groaning later if you're not careful." Johnny winked at her. "Then again, if that happens, you know I'll be there to take care of you." Yes, being here with him certainly meant living on the edge. Hoozah!

"I will be quite careful," Isabel promised. "Right up to the point where I add the tabasco." And just in case Johnny thought she was kidding, she pulled a small bottle of Tabasco out of her bag. "But I do appreciate appreciate the offer."

His brows shot upwards and he stared at her a good whole minute before he busted out laughing.

"What? It's alien thing," she said, taking a scoop of ice cream and licking at the spoon. "Sweet is just not the same without spicy." Yes, there was a smirk.

"I don't think I want to try it. I don't think I want to even think about what that might taste like," he grinned shaking his head and took a good sized bite of hot fudge and ice cream.

"It's actually pretty good. It makes life interesting." After dousing the sundae librelly with hot sauce, Isabel took another spoonful and smiled. "This is just what I needed. Thank you. And the honest reason for the tabasco is partly taste and partly habit. When we first started to eat, our taste buds weren't that developed. We only could taste really, really strong flavors. So we used Tabasco the way most little kids use ketchup."

"Really? That is cool, learning that bit of info about you." He smiled around another spoonful of ice cream. "I realize there is much I still don't know, Isabel. Care to fill me in on anymore alien tidbits," he teased.

"Only if you tell me about you outside of Fandom. I don't know much about you other then your love of motorcross," Isabel pointed out.

"Well, let me see. I am a celebrity in New York, I can light myself on fire and reach Supernova heat in as little as two seconds, or something like that. I have one sister, Sue, who is okay as far as sisters go. I like pizza and beer and not necessarily in that order. I don't have a girlfriend, or boyfriend," he added with a sly grin. "I can reheat my own dinner, make my own popcorn, and I usually sleep in the nude."

"A celebrity? Does that mean you have hordes of admiring fangirls?" she asked. "In which case, I'm ever so honored that you'd spend time with little old me."

Taking another spoonful of ice cream she thought about what he said. It was on the tip of her tongue to say something about Jack and radio, but since she was trying hard to not be in a bad mood, she wasn't going to go there. "In the nude? I bet you save a fortune on pajamas."

"Why, yes, it does," he said with an amusing grin. "And trust me, none of them even come close to touching you Isabel. You know more about me than any of them."

"Pajamas? What are those? In the off-chance that I don't sleep in the nude, it's just my boxers." He winked at her because teasing Isabel was the best fun ever. "Those are some known facts about so it's your turn, sweetheart."

"I'm honored. And you paint a very pretty picture," Isabel laughed, feeling the last of her bad mood slip way.

"Let's see. I'm a stranded alien princess who's looking to get back to her planet to help restore her brother to his throne." She grinned, pretty sure the next bit of information would make Johnny's head spin. "Technically I have a fiancee. But since we grew up acting more like siblings, there's a squick factor that I'lll never ever get over. So I think we can safely say the wedding's off. I enjoy things that are sweet and spicy, trashy romance novels and the occasional sappy movie."

"A fiancee and a squick factor, wow." Johnny arched a brow. "That's something I wasn't planning on hearing about you. I was thinking more along the lines of, I sleep in the nude too, Johnny. It's how I like to read my trashy romance novels, Johnny." He winked at her and finished off his ice cream with one last bite.

"Seriously, I am honored to be sitting with a princess who is stranded. I can play knight in shining armor if you like."

Isabel took another scoop of ice cream then waved the spoon at him. "I'm not telling what I sleep in, Johnny. A girl's got to have some secrets."

"I'd gladly give up the whole deal if I could," she admitted. "Because I doubt real life ends with happily ever after." Dropping her spoon in the dish, because yes, there possibly was too much chocolate, Isabel shook her head. "Sorry. Just...fighting a mood today. I'll be honest, I don't need knights, armor gets tarnished." No she wasn't thinking of any one in particular then, really. "But you can never have too many friends."

"Hmm, keep me guessing. I like that, Isabel." He said and pushed his bowl away and leaned his forearms on the table.

"What kind of mood," he asked her gently. "Because if I need to kick someone's ass...?"

"There's a lingering cloud of emo that's trying to take up residence over my head," she explained. "I'd go brood on the roof if I didn't think I'd bake from the heat."

Isabel slid her hand across the table to bump into Johnny's. If only the solution were that simple. "Sadly there's really not an ass for you to kick." Which was the truth. Going back to Antar was inevitable and there was nothing anyone could do about it. And if by chance there was an opportunity to kick a particular someone's ass, Isabel was going to do it herself.

"No baking today, Isabel. You're too pretty for it." He wasn't sure what to say about the emo so he said nothing, he merely reached for her hand and held it when she bumped it into his.

"Flatterer..." Isabel squeezed his hand for a moment then got to her feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this. And I have been having fun. How about I walk you back to the store? And I'll be bright, bubbly, and cheerful the whole way?"

And then, because she was curious, and would be amused by any flailing. "And then maybe you can tell me about radio the other night."

Johnny got to his feet and held his arm for her. Because he was gentlemanly like that. Then he did the whole inwardly flailing thing because he was more than sure Isabel did not want to hear about him and Jack. "Uh, well, I did it. I camped out in the common room, just like radio said. Yes."

Laughing, Isabel looped her arm through his and let him lead her towards the door. "Of course you did. So any big weekend plans? Another date with one of your many admirers?"

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