http://fantastic-torch.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fantastic-torch.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2007-08-07 04:41 pm
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Pizza Planet, Tuesday evening

Johnny had handwavily swung by Isabel's room and picked her up for their pizza date. It was what he needed and he was sure she'd enjoy herself as well. Besides, she was leaving Thursday and he wanted to spend time with her, just her, before she left.

He opened the door for her, saying over her shoulder, "Skies the limit - get whatever kind of pizza you want, and just so you know, sweetheart, my pockets are lined with quarters."

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[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"To pay for the pizza?" Isabel teased as she led the way to a booth and slide inside. "And I'm good with anything on a pizza except pineapple and ham. Because even my tastebuds say that that's just weird."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
She shook her head, thinking to the trip to New York. "No way. That's just weird California hippie thinking."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perfectly acceptable," Isabel replied. "With maybe some hot peppers on half?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can do that," she smiled, taking the quarters and sliding out of the booth.

Isabel returned two minutes later, snickering a bit at Aretha Franklin's Respect started blaring from the jukebox.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Happily sitting in the booth, tapping her fingers in time with the music, Isabel grinned. "Well we could sit this one out with the chair dancing clause. And then wait for something else. You could pick next."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're evil," she said, getting to her feet and resigning herself to dancing. She wouldn't sing along though. Nope. Not her.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel let herself twirl, laughing as she did so. "I suppose you do get to have more fun."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think I can handle that," she grinned, moving in time with the music. "We could wind up in trouble though. Are you ready for it?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel couldn't help herself and she totally blamed Friday's workshop. "Dirty?"

Poking him in the ribs at the eyebrow waggle, she flounced back to the table. "Good. I'm hungry."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. I don't think our esteemed substitute principal would appreciate it," she said, blotting her slice of pizza with a napkin. "Dirty or otherwise."

"This is very good. Much better then scrounging in the common rooms."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you now?" Isabel asked, taking a more lady-like bite. "This woman seems like she has eyes everywhere."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
She reached for a breadstick of her own, waving it for emphasis. "Yeah? And when you wind up with detention till Principal Washburn comes back? Then what are you going to do?"

[identity profile] mr-hippie.livejournal.com 2007-08-07 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Leo had the munchies. No reason, really. And he required pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.