Amy:
No thanks.
He
sees a hint of disgust in her response.
Dax:
I know it's a filthy habit, but I got plenty of time to quit, right?
Just need a reason.
Amy:
Hey, I'm not judging, just not my thing.
He
takes a drag of his smoke and leans against the fence and Amy moves
closer to him.
Dax:
So, what were we talking about?
Amy:
Older brothers.
Dax:
Oh right. Another advantage is they'd be able to get you into
Restricted movies.
Amy:
Well, that's true. I remember going with them to the Drive-In a lot.
Dax:
(chuckling) What is this, the fifties?
Amy:
What?
Dax:
Where is there a Drive-In around here?
Amy:
There's one up on Highway 5.
Dax:
That's still open?!
Amy:
Yeah.
Dax:
They used to smuggle you in the trunk?
Amy:
Pfff, now who thinks it's the fifties? You'd think I'd give them a
perfect opportunity to mess with me? No, I'd sit in the back and my
brothers would be in the front. I'd sit on the far side, so the
ticket guy couldn't really see my face if I looked out the window.
Dax:
Good plan. See, I never got to do that.
Amy:
Aww, poor baby.
Dax:
Yeah, I had to get my Dad to rent them from the video store like
every other schlep.
Dax
tosses his cigarette away.
Amy:
All right, I concede, having an older sibling has its advantages.
Dax:
You see, now you understand the deprived childhood I had.
Amy:
Looks like you survived.
Dax:
Barely.
Dax
gives her a look and leans in for a kiss.
