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Finally, the weekend. The slim thread of freedom that held the school week together, and kept students across the country from going totally insane. Or at least that was how it worked for most people. Tallulah tended to fall into the school of 'kids who make other kids look bad' with her busy schedule, so Jaimie had been impressed when he'd actually managed to score enough time out of her day for a movie.
Breaking out of Hillworth, patrolling the streets at night and trying to keep up with his school work during the day.... even fighting one of those... what was that stupid blob thing called again? Oh yeah, a Youma.
It certainly made an rough week even rougher, and he was looking forward to unwinding. And overpriced junk food. Did vegetarians eat movie food? Damn... no idea. He'd have to offer and find out, because he'd about kill someone for some sugar-babies.
And a soda. Definitely a soda. Mountain Dew... or something stronger if they had it. How the hell did the other Senshi keep this schedule anyway?
Still, in spite of lingering cobwebs from insufficient sleep of late, he'd actually, amazingly, arrived a bit early, rocking on his heels as he waited in front of the theater. Not as casual as the burger meeting, he was wearing his uniform shirt with the sleeves rolled up, though this was worn with jeans instead of Hillworth plaid, and his hair had, for a change, been pulled back into a short tail, from which strands were stubbornly escaping, no more obedient than their owner.
Ok. We're cool. Just don't fall asleep in the theater... He chided himself. That would be fun to explain.

"Where the Wild Things Are." He offered in answer to her question, breaking into a grin as he saw her. "Hope thats ok. I figured after everything in the news you could use something not too serious to unwind to." He'd seen the article about the pet shelter, and still wished he'd been in the area, but sounded like someone else had, thankfully, taken care of it. "I mean I can probably score tickets for something else if thats on your 'no-see' list..." he offered.
Jeeze, what was wrong with him? Jaimie Leontyne did not do flustered on dates. Though then again Jaimie Leontyne also did not do 'saving the city from psychopaths and blob monsters', or get that kind of sincere smile from a girl, usually, when dates were often more of an arrangement of You're popular, I'm popular, lets traumatize our parents and get this over with.

"Actually, to hone our business sense, Dad read Machiavelli's "The Prince" to us." Jaimie answered, doing his best deadpan, though he didn't for long, letting a grin break back over his face as they went inside, fishing in his pocket to double check on the tickets. "No I'm kidding. I read it. I'm definitely curious to see how they did turning a little book like that into a movie though." He admitted. "Do you want snacks or anything?" He added, thoughts jumping back to his earlier train of questions.

If it had been someone else, Jaimie might have actually attempted to argue the point that concession stand snacks really weren't going to break his budget... but it WAS Tallulah, and he'd already gotten the impression that unless you were willing to dig in your heels for a few hours...days... months... you were probably better off letting it slide.
"Sounds like a plan."

"Nah, that sounds good. As long as we haven't got anyone paying the kick the seat game, thats probably the best view in the house."

Others might disagree, and shoot for front row... but the only thing he'd ever gotten out of that was a stiff neck, and a really poor view of the movie. Oh and occasionally an half hour fishing other peoples snack food out of his clothing.

"Looks like our lucky day though. Next best thing to a private showing." He grinned again, making it hard to tell if he was actually joking or if he'd honestly been privy to a private screening of a movie, but that was the idea.

"I dunno, I might have to pull out a glove and challenge you to a duel for insulting my obvious superiority and nobility." He quipped back as he sat down, stretching out his feet as best he could and crossing them at the ankle. "I'm also kidding. Never been to a real private showing." he chuckled quietly, lowering the tone of his voice so as not to bother the other patrons.

Jaimie's fervent eyeroll over the commercial was accompanied by enough body language to make it pretty obvious, even in the dark.
"Gotta love the witch doctor." He chuckled softly. "I think you're right though. Guess they weren't getting enough hits otherwise."

The superpowers movie made him wonder if that was anything how people currently saw the Senshi. Good God he hoped not.
... Although it would be pretty funny if he spotted someone selling Sailor Regulus action figures.
... Ok funny and kind of sad. Or scary. Or all of the above.
"Wait till we get to the movie. We should bring a notebook next time. Record all the product placement."

Almost without thinking he moved to put an arm over her shoulder as she snuggled out of sight of the tormented dog, who, in a regular setting, Jaimie might have even voted to give the kid a good chomp.
Sure worked for him when he was that dumb.

He debated even writing her a short bit of 'fiction' where the kid got a taste of his own medicine, but then again that might be pushing it. Homemade writing was a little hit or miss.

"You ok?" He asked quietly, after a moment or two had passed. "I think you're safe now. Unfortunately because he's the main character we were denied the revenge of Kujo... but everything seems to be ok."