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Movie Sign Theater [Sunday afternoon]

"Not that I'm objecting or anything, but I have to ask why this movie? I mean, sure it's got some great swordfights. And that whole over the top evil bastard villain, and the accents..."

Jaime trailed off and looked over at the girl whose hand he was holding. "Okay, never mind, I totally see it now."

[Expecting the one, but open for any of your hot Latin swashbuckling film needs.]

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"What?" Dinah asked, trying to look innocent. Then grinned. "I told you I like Antonio. And you said Catherine Zeta-Jones was hot too!" She squeezed his hand, gleeful that it was easier to do that now, and slurped on her drink. "Plus, Anthony Hopkins reminds me of Alfred."

"She is hot," Jaime admitted with a little duck of his head. "I mean, not as hot as you," he added quickly, "but still hot."

"Hmmmmm," Dinah said, slewing a look sideways. "Should I invest in a mantilla?" She slouched down and popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth. "Plus, there's swords. I need to practice more, I've only gone twice this week to the salle."

"Oh, is that all, you slacker..." Though now Jaime was thinking about that scene in the stables...

Er.

What had they been talking about?

Dinah poked him, snickering, as the screen went dark at the start of the movie. "Don't sound like Arthur! That's just weird for me." She offered him popcorn. "I met a nice new prince who I'm sure is really a pirate, and we had a good spar on Friday, though."

"A pirate?" It said something about Fandom that he wounded more amused than surprised by this development.

"He could be a pirate," Dinah insisted, not sounding serious at all. "He swashbuckled a bit. And said he was learning to sing like one." She smirked, tilting her head onto his shoulder as Old California came up on the screen, and the story started with the older Desert Fox eluding the city guards by bouncing over rooftops. "...I miss New Gotham."

Jaime slipped an arm easily across her shoulders and leaned his own head against hers. "Maybe I should learn to swashbuckle a bit. That'd be hot, right?"

He squeezed her shoulders lightly. "Hey, you're heading back soon, don't forget." And he was going to miss her when she did.

"Yes, and yes, and definitely," Dinah said instantly. Not at all motivated by anything on screen. Nope. "I can show you. Tomorrow morning. Well, any morning!" She sighed. "Before... yeah." Before she was back in New Gotham for good. "Anyway. Swords. But not jumping off rooftops onto horses with them. That would be ouchy." She paused. "Unless you could pull that off?"

The sapphire bracelet was firmly in place, or she would've asked that more specifically, mind-to-mind.

"I am a man of many talents, it's true, but... I think I'm going to go with the no jumping off roofs onto horses." Because: ouch.

"And, ooooh, is this going to be one of those ~~super sexy~~ scenes where you have to give me some hands-on instruction?"

Dinah twined her fingers with his, and grinned at him in the light of the screen. "Well. I have to make sure your grip is right." She squeezed his hand. "Your stance. Hmmm." She stretched a little against him, trying not to giggle. "Show you how to block. Parry. Lunge."

Somewhere, Arthur was facepalming at the use she was putting his teachings to.

"All of the above," Jaime agreed just the slightest bit breathlessly.

Because mmmm.

This could be So. Much. Fun. Dinah slurped on her drink again, wildly amused, and watched as Anthony Hopkins pulled a Count of Monte Cristo and got out of jail to see the evil alcalde.

And there was Antonio. "He's even scruffier than you are, right now. Look at that hair, jeeez."

"Is that a criticism of him, or of me?" Jaime asked with an amused little smirk as he bumped his head lightly against Dinah's.

"Him. Definitely him." Dinah snickered and turned her head to nuzzle his jawline. "I like the scruff. I like the clean-shaven too. But you don't look like a street person." She held out a bite of popcorn to him. "I'm not dying my hair black," she added randomly.

"Good. I like it blond." It was very... Dinah. And he even managed to say that without his voice cracking at the feel of her nose tickling against his neck.

Black was something he still associated with Traci. Which wasn't bad, just...

Yeah.

Just as well Dinah couldn't pick up on that thought through the bracelet, really. Dinah hmmm'd at his response, and settled down to watch the movie for a bit. Until she was hissing at the blond captain bad guy, and throwing popcorn at the screen. "He's good with a sword. But so, so evil."

Just as well, indeed.

"Well, it wouldn't be tense and dramatic if he sucked with the sword, right? I mean, a good fictional villain is a threat."

A good real villain was a joke.

"Point. But I wish he'd quit flirting with Catherine Zeta-Jones. It's annoying. And... hello."

Anthony Hopkins was making Antonio do push-ups without a shirt.

He was her officially her favorite British actor ever.

"What?" Jaime asked. "Can you blame him? Next you'll tell me that you wish I'd stop flirting with Catherine Zeta-Jones."

Huh. Jaime was sort of wishing he looked like that when he did ridiculous push ups...

Dinah would be willing to overlook any lack of extra-definition for the "actually being in the same room", doing that. Seriously.

"What?" she echoed him, then tore her eyes away from the screen. She blinked, and then her brain caught up with his words. Finally.

Pout. "You wouldn't flirt with her in front of me, though. Right?"

"I don't know. Would you not stare at Antonio's rippling muscles in front of me?" He was totally teasing, and he hugged her shoulders real quick to make sure she knew it.

"HHmmmmmm. Would you give me something else to stare at? Or do?" Dinah teased, leaning into him, shoulder-to-hip, and whispering, "I promise I'd reciprocate, if you wouldn't flirt with Catherine in front of me."

"Hmm... something else to stare at..." Jaime thought about that. "Like... what? A box of shiny things?"

As for something to do... Jaime's cheek was nuzzling against her hair.

"Very very shiny... belly-button rings?" Dinah tried, snickering. "Body glitter?" She sighed at the nuzzling, contented, and tapped one foot against his, shedding her sandal before doing so.

Onscreen, Antonio had just gone through an increasingly ridiculous series of fights. "He's kind of like a 'toon, here." She tilted her head. "Uh-oh....Catherine, don't give him away!"

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