Vincent was sitting inside his house when there was a loud and impatient sounding knock on the door. He stood up and lounged over, opening it and finding a familiar short, brown-haired man blinking up at him.

"What do you know, you actually came," Vincent said.

Scott looked momentarily surprised, and then his expression changed to annoyance, "You mean I didn't have to do this?!"

"Oh, Scott, I'd never force you into anything," Vincent grinned innocently, though, depending on how the night went, he probably would be pressuring Scott into something later...

"Yeah, right, like I wasn't blackmailed into this in the first place..." Scott let out a long, frustrated sigh. "I already bought the tickets and they were expensive, so c'mon."

"Ooh, expensive tickets? We're not going to dinner, then? You obviously put a lot of thought into this, Scott," Vincent said as he followed Scott out to his car.

"No, I just don't like people watching me eat and the local drive-in had a special on couples' tickets. Apparently it's 'couple's day' somewhere in Asia this weekend," Scott replied as he hopped into the driver's side. "I figured, if I'm forced to do this, I might as well go do something I want to do."

Vincent hopped into the passenger side, "So then, what are we going to see?"

"They're showing The Notebook," Scott said, starting up the car and easing down the road. "I don't know if you've seen it before, but I don't really care if you have."  

Vincent laughed, "You're taking me to see a rom-com?"

"I didn't choose the movie they're showing," Scott snapped defensively, glaring at the road infront of him. He subconsciously sped up, "You think I want to see it either?"

"No, I expect straight romance doesn't really interest you, does it, Scott?" Vincent grinned, examining his fingers.

Scott almost went straight through a red light, but hit the breaks just in time, "I can't believe you. Pretending to like me, pretending to be gay just to embarrass me. I hate you."

"And yet you came, didn't you?" Vincent's grin widened, "Also, who says I'm pretending?"

Scott's eyes widened, he turned to look at Vincent, "You're --?"

He was interrupted by a loud honk from the car behind him, the light had turned green. He refocussed his attention to the road.

"I'm confused," Vincent said. "It's a drive-in, right? So... how are we going to watch it in your car? It's not a convertible, is it?"

"We climb out and sit on the roof," Scott replied, turning right onto a side-road. "It doesn't sound too graceful, I know, but it's pretty cool. I've got some stuff in the back we can sit on."

Vincent turned around in his seat and raised an eyebrow, "There's only one cushion." It was a body-length, thin mattress of sorts, certainly a one-seater.

"Hmm? Oh, right. When I said stuff that 'we' can sit on, I meant me," Scott sighed, "Okay, we've got to present our tickets here. Take your hair out or something. Maybe we can pass you off as a girl." Scott said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

As they drove up, Vincent chuckled, pulling out his hair so that it cascaded over his shoulders. Scott wound down his window and passed the tickets through to a middle-aged man with a receding hairline. The ticketseller examined the tickets, "And your name is Scott, yes?"

"Yep, that's me," Scott said.

"And I'm Scott's girlfriend!" Vincent added chirpily.

Scott's eyes almost fell out of his head, he looked back at Vincent with a 'what are you doing?!' look.

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The ticket-seller was now examining Vincent, he blinked a few times and then, "Oh, I get it... woman trapped in a man's body, huh...?"

Vincent giggled girlishly and nodded, "What a poetic way to put it. I'm Violet."

Scott looked like he was about to smash Vincent's head into the windscreen.

"Hello, Violet. You two going out on a date, are you? How lucky of you to have somebody as accepting as Scott here. I wish you two the best of luck," the Ticket-seller said, smiling at Scott.

Scott didn't smile back, just blinked, utterly bamboozled.

"Well, enjoy your movie, gentleman and lady," the ticketseller stamped their tickets and handed them back across to Scott, who drove away, winding up his window.

"I can't believe you."

"Well, you were the one who said-"

"I was joking!" Scott cried, exasperated. He shook his head, "You really do want to embarrass me."

Vincent chuckled, "That is one of the main points of tonight, is it not? Again, I'm inclined to point out that it was you who picked me up."

"Yes, something I'm regretting more and more as time goes on..." Scott murmured. He parked the car and hopped out, grabbing the one cushion as he did so.

Vincent hopped out as well, looking at the Jeep. "How do we get up to the roof?"

"Like this," Scott jumped up onto the bonnet and climbed up to the top of the car, looking back down at Vincent. "Try not to dent it, though, you look heavier than I do."

"Now, now," Vincent nimbly leapt up onto the bonnet with surprising agility and sat down next to Scott. "That's not a very polite thing to say to your date."

Scott rolled his eyes, "Do you have any money on you? They have a little snack-bar open before the movie starts."

Vincent shook his head, "I didn't have my wallet on me when you turned up, and I didn't think to go get it."

Scott sighed, "I don't have much either. Okay, I'll go see what I can get. I'll be right back. Don't damage my car." So saying, he slid off the roof of the car and walked off.

Vincent watched him go and then jumped off the car roof again, landing on his feet like a cat. He decided to snoop around a little in Scott's car. He opened the passenger-side door of the silver Jeep and searched through it. Interestingly enough, he found a little book full of musings and illustrations. He leafed through the pages, looking at a few shockingly well-drawn sketches of the animatronics along with theories on their inexplicable movement and patterns of movement through the week, having to fight a chuckle when he found a sketch of himself with devil horns. It was very realistic, though. Scott certainly had talent when it came to drawing.

He turned over the drawing and found a half ripped-out page. It was hard to see what Scott had written, but... it seemed to be a page where he'd written down all of his deepest insecurities. Vincent noted a lot of self-doubt and fear in what he was able to read. And, Vincent would even go as far to assume that a lot of it was doubt about his own sexuality. "Wow, Scott," Vincent mumbled to himself. "You're more screwed up than I thought."

He put the journal, (diary?) back down in the console and turned around, finding himself nose to nose with Scott. His eyes widened.

"I get that you're trying to embarrass me, Vincent, but reading through my personal diary is going a little far, don't you think?" His voice was cold.

Vincent grinned, "Well, I didn't mean to get caught. You're good at drawing. You should really start drawing professionally. I liked the one of me with devil ears."

"I was looking for more of a 'sorry' than flattery, Vincent," Scott said. "I bought you a drink and I got us a packet of cookies to share. The movie's about to start." He turned away and jumped onto the bonnet, climbing to the roof of the car.

Vincent followed, closing the car door behind him, "Sorry, Scott. I was just curious. I want to learn more about you." He settled down next to Scott, who handed him his drink.

"Then you could have just asked me, Vincent. Isn't that the point of a date, anyway?" Scott said. "And if you're going to go as far as to openly read my innermost thoughts, you'd think you'd be a little kinder about it. I'll have you know I'm no more screwed up than you are."

"That's true," Vincent said. "Very true. I am sorry, Scott. And thanks for buying this for me."

Scott sighed, "It's fine, Vincent."

The movie started.