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Poison rolls his eyes. "Not sure I do. We're just going to see a movie," he insists. He squeezes Jack's hand as they hit the sidewalk.

"I don't know what's on," says Jack, walking in the direction that he knows will lead them to the cinema. "But I'm not going to be able to pay that much attention to the movie, anyway."

He grins and bumps his hip against Jack's. "I will behave myself if that's what you want, baby."

"After seeing the colour of those panties, I'm not sure it is," says Jack, smirking as they walk down the sidewalk. "Are they lacy too?"

"Maybe I should not tell you just to see how bad you wanna know," he quips, looking pleased with himself. "They might be, though."

"Oh, God." Jack makes a slightly strangled sound, his head falling back for a moment. "You're a tease. You know that?"

Poison cackles. "Whatever, you asked a question and I answered," he insists, but he can't help the Cheshire grin on his face. "You like it."

"I like pretty much everything about you," says Jack, with an easy roll of one shoulder. "No point in pretending that I don't, right?"

"And if I stopped teasing you, you'd think something was wrong." He squeezes Jack's hand and stops when they find the cinema. He tips his head to look at the titles being advertised on the marquee. "What're we gonna see?"

"Yeah, I'd wonder where the hell you'd gone." He shifts so that he can wrap both arms around Poison from behind, looking up at the marquee. "I don't care." He drops a kiss into Poison's hair. "You choose."

Poison leans back into Jack as he looks. He really is a fan of their height difference, just like he was with Ghoul. It's just opposite now. "That one?" He points at a promising-looking title. But maybe one he wouldn't mind missing parts of if they get... distracted.

Jack makes thoughtful noises for a moment and then nods.

"Yeah, that one looks good," he says, pressing another kiss into Poison's hair. "You get tickets, I'll get concessions?" The way Poison goes through treats, that'll come out the more expensive part anyway.

"I know myself," Poison insists. "You get tickets. You bought lunch anyway." He swats Jack towards the place he needs to buy them, then goes inside to start picking out snacks.

"Get me a Coke," says Jack, grinning. "And, like...Raisinets or the weirdo Darrow equivalent is." He buys the tickets and then trails into the cinema, pin-pointing Poison's red hair at the counter and wandering over. "What're you getting, boo?"

"Whatever these not-Milk-Duds are," he says. He likes the taste of the chocolate and caramel. "I got us a soda to share, and these for you." He passes a box of not-Raisinets to Jack, then tips his head to kiss him.

Jack takes the box of Raisinets and nudges Poison in the direction of the theatre, both of the tickets held in hand. He grins.

"I've never been on a date to a movie before."

"Never?" Poison blinks. "Are you serious? You never did the dinner-and-a-movie thing with someone?" He's stunned. Even he's done that a couple times, even if it wasn't like... traditional.

"I never really dated before, remember," says Jack. "There was one girl, who made tracks pretty quickly when she heard about Jillie. And Sienna, but she doesn't count. And things had barely gotten going with Bex."

Poison makes a face. "Sorry that I haven't been a... typical dating experience?" He does feel kind of bad, because Jack deserves that, right? Maybe he should try harder.

"Baby," says Jack, tugging Poison to a stop in the middle of the lobby so that he can look him the face. "You are everything I want, okay? Everything. So stop saying you're sorry."

"Can't tell me what to do," he says, but it comes out on the edge of a little smile, a fond look. He leans up to give Jack a kiss. "C'mon, let's go find seats."

"You love it," says Jack, because they both know that that's true. The screen is quiet in the middle of the day and it's not particularly hard to find seats at the back of the theatre. Jack picks two in the middle of a row and sits down, arranging long limbs. He's had this strange, giddy feeling since he saw Poison that morning. Doesn't seem to be going away.

Poison settles into his seat happily and arranges their drinks and snacks. That done, he turns to kiss Jack. "Hi, beautiful," he murmurs, keeping his voice quiet in the dark, even if there's only a few other people in the theater.

"Hi," says Jack, aware of how goofy his smile must be. "How're you doing, gorgeous?"

"Pretty awesome," he murmurs. He kisses Jack again, because he loves that smile. "You?"