Chance smiled to himself as he left his babysitters behind with the usual promise he would behave and his nightly glass of blood had sated him enough to be left alone with someone. Truthfully, Lyric had a way of making him hungry that he couldn’t quite explain and while he knew he should point that out to Marco and Ricky, he didn’t want to risk them freaking out and terminating the friendship. Lyric was special to him as not only his first friend outside of the Family but someone he genuinely looked forward to seeing.
Somehow they had managed to schedule a time where they could get together weekly—or near enough to it that it was still counted as a regular thing. Thanks to the time of year, Chance was able to rise and go out earlier which made making plans a lot easier. Lyric believed him when he said he worked nights and slept a vast portion of the day and while it was technically true, Chance still felt like he was always lying to the sweet young woman that called him friend.
The old Royal Cinema with the amazing architecture wasn’t just a staple of the downtown core that houses memories of the early days of the city—it also showed old movies that were deemed classics or even cult classics on its two screens. Once he had learned about it, Chance knew that was where he would spend his free time and may have made a sound similar to a squee of joy when Lyric said she’d love to check it out as well. So Tuesdays at seven in the evening were theirs to enjoy together. He bought the tickets and Lyric got the snacks, though they were mostly for her as Chance worried about his tolerance of food and only took a few kernels of popcorn or a sip of the large pop (from his own straw! Lyric loved jamming at least two into the lid every time).
This would be their first movie of the year and he hoped the tradition would continue as long as the sun allowed it to. Currently Lyric didn’t have any extra activities on that night but she was busy and popular so her schedule could change their plans long before the summer did. If they managed to keep it up, maybe they could see the later showing by then since Lyric wouldn’t have classes by that point. But that was in the future. For now, Chance headed inside to buy the tickets. They had made a promise to never look ahead to see what was playing, finding it fun to just show up and enjoy whatever was on at seven.
He was smiling again as he went back outside to wait, eyes sharp for the Jeep Lyric would be dropped off from. She had told him a few weeks ago that her brother had to finally admit it was too cold and the roads to slippery to risk taking his motorcycle out again. When it pulled up along the curb, Chance’s smile faltered and he gave Nocturne a little wave as the man gave him the usual glare. He was always so nervous when the big brother was around and it didn’t help that he had no idea what Nocturne thought about him. Sure, he had powers that would help with that but Chance was too young and too flustered to even attempt trying and was always left with a slight tremble until Nocturne left.
“Hi! Guess what’s on tonight?” Chance held the door to the building open for Lyric and followed her inside a moment later. With a flourish, he presented her ticket that showed ‘Dirty Dancing’ along the top. “Have you seen it? I saw it years ago but I was pretty sick at the time so I’m not sure how much I remember and how much was a part of a fever dream,” he laughed, the comfort of movies easing away some of his awkwardness he was normally drowning in.
Somehow they had managed to schedule a time where they could get together weekly—or near enough to it that it was still counted as a regular thing. Thanks to the time of year, Chance was able to rise and go out earlier which made making plans a lot easier. Lyric believed him when he said he worked nights and slept a vast portion of the day and while it was technically true, Chance still felt like he was always lying to the sweet young woman that called him friend.
The old Royal Cinema with the amazing architecture wasn’t just a staple of the downtown core that houses memories of the early days of the city—it also showed old movies that were deemed classics or even cult classics on its two screens. Once he had learned about it, Chance knew that was where he would spend his free time and may have made a sound similar to a squee of joy when Lyric said she’d love to check it out as well. So Tuesdays at seven in the evening were theirs to enjoy together. He bought the tickets and Lyric got the snacks, though they were mostly for her as Chance worried about his tolerance of food and only took a few kernels of popcorn or a sip of the large pop (from his own straw! Lyric loved jamming at least two into the lid every time).
This would be their first movie of the year and he hoped the tradition would continue as long as the sun allowed it to. Currently Lyric didn’t have any extra activities on that night but she was busy and popular so her schedule could change their plans long before the summer did. If they managed to keep it up, maybe they could see the later showing by then since Lyric wouldn’t have classes by that point. But that was in the future. For now, Chance headed inside to buy the tickets. They had made a promise to never look ahead to see what was playing, finding it fun to just show up and enjoy whatever was on at seven.
He was smiling again as he went back outside to wait, eyes sharp for the Jeep Lyric would be dropped off from. She had told him a few weeks ago that her brother had to finally admit it was too cold and the roads to slippery to risk taking his motorcycle out again. When it pulled up along the curb, Chance’s smile faltered and he gave Nocturne a little wave as the man gave him the usual glare. He was always so nervous when the big brother was around and it didn’t help that he had no idea what Nocturne thought about him. Sure, he had powers that would help with that but Chance was too young and too flustered to even attempt trying and was always left with a slight tremble until Nocturne left.
“Hi! Guess what’s on tonight?” Chance held the door to the building open for Lyric and followed her inside a moment later. With a flourish, he presented her ticket that showed ‘Dirty Dancing’ along the top. “Have you seen it? I saw it years ago but I was pretty sick at the time so I’m not sure how much I remember and how much was a part of a fever dream,” he laughed, the comfort of movies easing away some of his awkwardness he was normally drowning in.
