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"Don't try to save seats for us if you can't, man," said Jace, "we'll try to get in behind you if there's a big-a** crush."

She grinned at Iggy, flashing a lot of white teeth, before she and Antony disappeared once more into the crowd -- passed on the tickets to Wisp's slightly numb fingers beforehand, who looked like a deer in the headlights at how much they were leaving her to fend for herself with Ignacio. Wisp called out, "Can I have some skittles?" and then they were both gone, and she found herself uncharacteristically blank on what to say.

Alone with Ignacio. She had been thrilled at the prospect. Now she was kind of pissing herself.

"You mean the one Irelia and Wisp pretty much wet their pants over?" The redheaded girl had had to hear more "Twilight" than she should've been humanely expected to, which in her idea was none. Jace stuck her thumbs in her belt, stretching back a little, head in an arc -- then she stretched forward again, dropping her fingertips down easily to touch her toes as they waited. Jace was flexible and also embarrassing about stretching in public. "At least we're seeing something that looks hilarious."

A couple of the preteen girls were looking at Antony. They were giggling together in clumps.

Jace wasn't quite sure why Antony totally ignoring the preteens made her happy. Bros before hos, maybe. The fact that she knew Antony had hit on preteens before, the little *****. Whatever. "Okay, so, shiny vampire s**t," she said, and launched into a slightly incoherent explanation based on what Irelia and Wisp had told her -- basically that vampires were all bone-white, sparkled like fagged-up disco balls in the sun, and smouldered at their girlfriends all until they were married because they had all promised not to sully chicks until a wedding ring.

They'd gotten the popcorn and candy by the time she'd reached the, "and then they have nasty sex, the end," and she ate a fistful of popcorn. "C'mon, we'd better go into the movie a little late or else we might actually have to sit next to them."

Both sat down on the squeaky, slightly battered movie seat squares outside the ticket line, one of Jace's hands planted behind Antony as she assidiously ate popcorn. "Think Iggy's into boys?" she said meditatively, out of the blue.

Jace gave all three of them the middle finger, and they fell back a little; didn't quite scatter, but at least sulked on the other side of the corridor, whispering and giggling to themselves. Why were they all trying to hit on Antony? The dude looked like a lady.

"I think he's just pretty young for his age," she said meditatively, "he's got different crap on his mind than the ladies. Iggy's so wholesome if you licked him you'd get fiber."

They weren't. "Nah," she said, "hold on." Jace immediately leant in and kissed Antony full on the mouth, adding in a huge dollop of embarrassing; she immediately was kissing him with no shame and a huge amount of overdone enthusiasm, tasting like popcorn salt and a little bit like cigarettes, until they looked like any pair of humiliatingly macking teenagers who didn't give a damn that they were in a public place. The preteens disappeared; when she cracked open an eye, they were gone, and she detached from sucking face to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

"That's the only way to do it, man," she said, "make it look like we're intensely homo. I was about to pull on your hair and everything."

"Huh? Not since you," she said, but she said it with slightly too much forced casual, was laughing a little, even though she had been nearly about to apparently stick her tongue down his throat and examine his tonsils. A couple of people in the line were looking at them disapprovingly. Jace stole more popcorn, and then -- most everyone had filtered in now -- they moved into the corridor, into the theater, found seats finally at the back. "*****. I should get you put in pokey, man, make you somebody's prison girlfriend to a guy who makes you call him Daddy Jim."

"Hey, come on." At least they were back to less terrifying ground. "I bet I tasted like rainbows and lollipops and birthdays to you, b***h. I taste dangerous. Try to tell me, Jace it was like kissing an ashtray. It'll come out, oh, Jace, you taste like my happy place. I wish they would make a gum brand that tasted just like you."

Then she ate more popcorn. They were mowing through it pretty quick.