GW Robichaux

"C'mon already," GW muttered under his breath. The line to the concession stand was moving at a snail's pace and the second film was due to start in less than ten minutes. He'd gotten to the drive in late after a performance with the band, and had to have popcorn if he was going to sit on the hood of his truck and watch a horror flick.

Bethany had left her car to replenish her drink, beginning to think she should head back to Vegas soon so she could have something alcoholic to drink. That and she had something she wanted to attend to, and hopefully if all went well she would have a very good finish to Halloween.

She stepped into line behind a dark haired man, seemingly impatient for the line to move and she tipped her head to one side, eying the length of the line. God, she hated waiting, she really did.

GW stretched, impatient for the line to move. When the movie started up he didn't want to miss any of it because he'd been stuck in the concession line. Frankenstein might be a little dated, but it was still a classic that he never tired of watching on Halloween night.

As he stretched a slender blonde came into his field of vision, a real looker who would have been completely without blemish if it weren't for a scar on her face. GW had scars of his own, just not so visible.

"Evenin'," he greeted the blonde, nodding his head in the direction of the line. "Think th' popcorn is worth th' wait?"

( idle chatter )