Owner	Pose
Hannibal King	It was Friday night, and they were showing a Die Hard movie marathon in the Bronx. Hannibal King usually spent his weekends patrolling for vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness, but how could he pass up John McCLane. The second film had just finished, and there were brief interruptions between films. He went out to the lobby to get some more nachos and another drink from the concession stand. He was currently third in line, waiting for his turn.
Faith Lehane	It might be old but it was classic. One of those Christmas movies that Faith could actually get into. Well the first one was. She hadn't really ever seen the second one so she was in for something new. It was a good price so she'd even paid. Instead of sneaking in. Right now she was in line for the concession stand, one line over from John, at about the same position in line though she was second instead of third. She waited for the four in front of her to finish their order, glancing around at the surroundings. She'd been feeling her slayer sense a little while in the theater and it had gotten a little stronger. Yet she still had no idea what was setting it off. Damn thing was useless most of the time. Then she spotted Hannibal in line. "Hey, there you are. Lost you in the crowd. C'mon over!" Playing as though they had been together and he had the option of getting faster service if he wanted to change lines.
Hannibal King	They were planning on showing all the Die Hard films, which meant Die Hard, Die Hard 2, Die Hard with a Vengeance, Live Free or Die Hard, and A Good Day to Die Hard. There had been talk for years that they'd make a 6th one, but instead, they just rebooted it with a different actor. They had seen two, though he hadn't known Faith was here. When Faith called him over, he looked confused at first, and caught on to what she was doing. Moving, he came up beside her, "sorry about that, Faith, it's a mad house in here. Almost as bad as last month's Planet of the Apes marathon. I wonder what they'll show next month."
Faith Lehane	"I didn't know they'd done that one. Have to keep a closer eye on the posters," Faith said as he joined her. Just in time for them to be able to step up to the counter. "I'll have a blue raspberry slushie." She glance at Hannibal. "Turns your tongue blue." She stuck out her tongue, showing the blue coloration on the surface of it. Then back to the guy at the stand taking their order. "A thing of nachos extra cheese and don't hold back on the jalapenos either. And a large bucket of popcorn." THen another look over to Hannibal. "You said you were treating right? Is that too much?" Cause now she had him on the spot even though he had made no such offer. But now he could agree or disagree. And she might get free consessions.
Hannibal King	"Better make that two," he said to the guy behind the counter of the blue raspberry slushie, "and throw in a couple of hot dogs," because it was theater food. He of course was willing to pay, even if she had volunteered him for it. "Oh, and one of the t-shirts? you're an extra small, right?" He wasn't sure if she was an extra small, but if she wasn't, it might be funny to see her try and squeeze into one. Perhaps the sight of her in the Die Hard Movie Marathon T-Shirt would be the 'price' of her free concessions. Either way, he would soon be pulling out his wallet, paying by card. He rarely carried cash. It was too easy to be stolen by a pick pocket, but a card could be cancelled with a single phone call.
Faith Lehane	"That works. I prefer a small but I can rock an extra. Helps when hustling at the pool table," Faith added in a lower voice to Hannibal alone with a wink. She was not above using her sex appeal to her advantage. It was a tool. A weapon of sorts. Why not use it? She waited as he paid, watching the flurry of activity behind the counter as the many minions worked on their giant order for two whole people. It was going to be a long night of movies though, so it made sense. "So what've you been up to?" she asked Hannibal conversationally.
Hannibal King	Wait, did he set her up, or did she just flip the script on him? Even when she spoke to him in a lower voice, it was still husky. Moving aside with her to the serving area, they waited. They did have trays to make it easier, and since it wasn't packed, they could probably find an area where they could get a spare seat or two for their food. "I guess we'll have to play a round sometime." When they were handed the hot dogs, he would use the condiment area to put mayonnaise, ketchup, and mustard on his, before putting it back into the tray. A moment later, she was handed the t-shirt in a bag, assuming of course she'd take it home rather than try it on here. He picked up the tray with the nachos, hot dogs, and popcorn. She'd have to carry their drinks. "Lead on." He said.
Faith Lehane	"I'm always up for pool. I will try not to beat you too badly," she promised. She picked up the pair of drinks and headed for the theater. Honestly, the place wasn't that packed. Not a lot of people were up to this sort of a marathon and the series did go downhill as they got further into them. She flopped down in her seat, about halfway up the theater. They had the big reclining seats and open spots to the sides of them, giving room for them to set their food if they wanted. Her own hotdog had everything but mayo for condiments. Which is where she started on her snacks.