Cameron's Cult Classics
This store is appropriately wall to wall films. There are very few empty spaces on the brick walls, the majority taken up by posters and wall racks. There are even racks of movies in the aisles, although it's not incredibly crowded. There's ample leg room for multiple patrons. Most of the films aren't everyone's cup of tea. They veer very far from mainstream, with large sections devoted to surrealist works, horror, and foreign films. There's only one rack that has the more familiar new releases, and a sign hangs above it reading Vanilla Releases. Near the entrance sits the counter, giving the clerk a bird's eye view of the entire store. Behind the desk is a door that leads into a smaller room which houses all of the actual copies of videos and DVDs. Towards the back of the store is a short corridor bathed in red light. Above the entrance to it hangs a sign that says in bold red lettering: Den of Sin. A smaller sign beneath it indicates that no one under the age of eighteen is allowed beyond that point.
"Thank you," comes Paige's polite answer, as the man just ahead of her holds the door and she slips inside, moving aside to shake out the umbrella they were sharing as they walked through the early spring evening drizzle. Thankfully she's not too soggy, and the umbrella is soon set down just inside the door. here's to hoping she doesn't forget it, before the finally head back out. Paige's expression is somewhere between curious and amused, as she looks around the small video store, "You know, I can't say that I even knew this place existed, before you mentioned it."
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"Welcome," he even nods. Chance gives a glance over his shoulder as he steps into the building after Paige and then the man lifts his shoulders and then heaves out a small sigh. It's the rain. Still, they have an umbrella to use and he plays the part of gentleman even in strolling along with that iconic cane of his and a puzzle book tucked under his other arm. "Well," he starts to explain and then trails off to offer a short and mock salute to the folks behind the counter before inclining his head towards Paige, speaking on conspiratorially. "I figure Hell just froze over with that admittance."
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Paige looks over towards the counter, and she even has the good grace to blush, as she leans in, "I probably shouldn't have said that out loud." She does flash her most winning smile though, as a sort of peace offering, before she steps her way into the store, heading right for the monster movies, "Although I have to say, you've been keeping this secret very well. How long have we been living together now, and you only just thought to mention it?" Though, fair to say, Paige has been away quite a bit, so it's been a bit of an 'Is she or isn't she', whenever you get home. "Do you have a system for choosing?"
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Chance offers a politely wolfish grin in countering her response and he leans forward while hoisting the end of his cane up and pointing off to the depths of the small movie store. He closes his eyes for a lingering moment, speaking up in reply: "The best system at times is a lack thereof," states the man before lowering the cane so he can walk smoothly and catch up with her, and by that point in time he has opened his eyes, so he doesn't walk into something or someone, like her, or a small kiosk of candy. With a smile sharpening his expression, he watches her explore.
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Paige turns, away from the shelves to catch your answer, laughing the one she gives back as you demonstrate your selection process, "I see you have it down to a science." The laughter fades into a comfortable, companionable smile, as she goes back to the shelves, a finger streaming across the covers of the movies and DVDs. Yes, there are still some titles that are only available on VHS, "Oh! I've -heard- of this one, have you ever seen it?" Paige reaches down, plucking a DVD case from the shelves, the title is 'Immortal' and it has the a picture of a woman with blue skin on the cover and a pyramid hovering over a city in the background, "It's supposed to be all in CGI except for one or two of the main actors."
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Chance whistles a bit, just to pass the time of following after her. He gives a glance to the left and then another to the right in gauging the alphabetized rows of movies and their content but it's just a handful of passing thoughts that tickle his fancy. This is his little treat, nothing more. He does look up when she finds something and he lifts his chin a bit to look the cover over. "Came out like a couple of months ago, right?" By asking that particular question, he avoids responding to her question, not that he minds one way or another.
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"Yeah, it's pretty new. I tried to find a copy in the regular video store for a while, but it always seemed to be rented, so I finally admitted defeat and figured I'd wait until it was old and people decided they hated it or were tired of seeing it." Which is pretty much what you always have to do at the chain rental places. As she doesn't get an answer one way or the other, she tucks the movie under her arm, before she moves back in your direction, "Do I get to pick all of the movies tonight, or are you going to stick your oar in?" That's said with the slightest quirk of her lips. She's meaning it to be playful, rather than anything even remotely approaching belligerent. And it shows in her tone, and the impish glint in her eyes.
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"Yeah," Chance offers that much readily in return but deigns answering the question presented to him. If anything, he can watch it again and it won't bother him. He would like to play his hand at the puzzles burning a hole into his underarm at the moment but with the weight of such a treasure trove willfully being ignored he looks to the movie she's taken and then the others around. "I don't think canes were made to be paddles, and the only reference I can think of is being up shit's creek without it," he pauses with a shake of his head, returning to the actual question. "I'm fine, you pick."
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"Well, glad you said it first and not me. You are incredibly -bossy-." Paige offers a sniff in your direction, and then a grin, before she dashes off, hopefully fast enough to avoid the comeback. She skirts the monster section and heads towards the general horror section, "Ooh, this is one of my favourites." She quickly plucks a movie from the shelf and tucks that under her arm as well, doing her best -not- to let you see it, before she starts her wary escape from the aisle.
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"Could be worse, somehow," comments the man before taking a half-step back in order to allow himself enough room and momentum to smoothly pivot in place and, well, now Chance is left to watch her move off faster than he can follow. Still, he comes up soon enough but it's not as if he can see what movie she grabs this time around; rather, instead, he's just left to feel it within his mind and ignore it. In fact, he begins to down a pair of pills for his usual of medication before returning to follow slowly after her: "I'm going to catch you," drawls the man in a mock-stalker-creepy voice.
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"No…you won't." Paige is adamant about this, as she heads to the counter. "First," she makes a closed fist and holds up fingers as she counts, "My boobs aren't big enough. Second, I'm not wearing high heels, and third, there's no basement for me to run down into when I see you coming." She nods, adamantly, as she turns in the movies at the counter, still trying to hide the title from you, even though it's not hard for you to pluck it from her mind. It's 'Death Bed: The Bed That Eats'. "Also, four, I'm not in my underwear or anything even remotely close. And those are four very important components in any good capture." Well, it works in most of the movies in this store.
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"Are you even wearing underwear?" It's about all that Chance can come up with to counter the highly logical response that Paige has come up with. So with their roles having briefly reversed, he comes to stand at the counter next to her and purposefully looks down to his shoes rather than catch a momentary glimpse of the mysterious movie title. He doesn't stop there, however. He also lifts up the end of his cane to aim towards her breasts. The man at least doesn't poke them, but he's allowed to try and embarrass her - in public. "I like those the way they are, by the way. There's no need for an increase in size."
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Paige looks over, as the clerk moves away to find her movies, and Chance catches up to her. A snap of her fingers, at the question, and a mock-disgusted sound, "I just _knew_ I forgot to do something this morning when I woke up. That >must< have been it." Though, clearly, at least from the way her shirt is…clinging, it's clear she did >not< forget. But as the cane is pointed in the right direction, she does look back down, doing the classic hoochie-mama breast plumb, "You sure? You wouldn't want them to be like the size of my head? It would sure make working in the yard a lot more interesting." They've finished the drywalling at this point, and most of the inside of the house, that it's safe to do just at the moment, and they've been working on wrestling the back yard into some sort of order.
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Chance wryly grins at her response and he lowers his cane when she rises to the occasion at hand and cups her chest. He lifts his eyebrows a bit, somewhere caught between incredulous and appreciative, but he's a man and thus that leaves him to lean in the direction of appreciative which leads to him continuing to watch after her. There's just the slightest of glances to the side and towards the clerk. The forefront of his mind burns with thought and excess thoughts but he slowly shakes his head, distractedly, closing his eyes and hoping the medication arrives to the proper spots of his body soon enough. "They're perfect the way they are, trust me," he adds, just as adamantly as she had been: "Just keep bending over, please."
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Paige offers her most winning smile to the clerk as he returns with her movies, and catches the tail end of her plumping, and Chance's answer, his expression doing a sort of deer in the headlights imitation, "I know exactly what you're thinking. _Everyone_ should have a landlady as wonderful as I am." She moves over from the high counter, to where the cash register is, which is a tier down, and bends over, as instructed, forearms resting on the counter as she waits for the bill, pulling her wallet out of a pocket. She's definitely not a carry a purse sort of girl. She will move to pay unless Chance sticks his oar in. This time.
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As much as Chance would enjoy the thought of doing anything and everything for Paige, this time around he stands to the side of things and for the briefest of moments in the background. With his cane lowered, he covers its crystalline skull with his right hand and further supports himself with his left hand top the other. With culling his need to control everything, it leaves him to watching her backside as she bends over. He at least has enough self-control to not leer or anything along those lines.
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Thankfully, despite the look on the clerk's face, the process of ringing up a customer is automated enough that he doesn't need to do much thinking to handle the rental. The usual, 'It's due back tomorrow before the store closes. if it's late you pay a fee, etc, etc. Yada, yada, yada.' "Great! Thanks so much. I'm sure we'll be back next movie night." Paige finally straightens back up, taking up the plastic bag the clerk set the movies into, and turning back around, "So…for the final stop on our adventure, before we head back. The ice cream shop." Her expression is just as innocent as can be. And that, at least she has no small amount of practice in. Heck, look at what she does for a living. As Paige moves to retrieve the umbrella, "Shall we?"
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Chance unravels the small book from under his off-arm and looks to it before tucking it under his other arm and moving to follower after Paige, just as quietly as can be. He could try his hand at explaining things to the clerk but this is far too amusing and he merely passes by with a light nod of his head and faint smirk. The man then moves to follow after the woman and join his partner-in-crime at the front entrance. He offers a passive look to the umbrella and then to Paige with a growing grin, "If the lady of the house wants ice cream, then ice cream it is."
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A wiggle of her fingers is sent in the clerk's direction, before, business concluded, here at least, Paige sets about getting ready for the next leg of their adventure. This time, as they're going out and not coming in, Paige moves to open the door first, and then flick open the umbrella, to shelter from the rain that's still falling. "I love it when you're so accommodating." The grin is matched with a smile of her own, as she'll wait with the door until Chance is through, before she lets the door close behind her. And then, moving over to the left side, where he has the book tucked in, she'll wait. But for a brief pause, a flicker of something close to uncertainty, before she'll slip her hand into the crook of his arm. And off they go.
