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Seattle Summer Showoff

As they exist from the narrow door of the linen closet for his apartment, Dinah will see two doors down the hallway to her left. One has a biohazard sign hanging from it, and the other is part-way open, enough that one can see the window and bed inside. There's a couple of photos hanging from the wall, one of Beauford and a blonde young woman laughing with the lights of a carnival in the twilight background, and one with Beauford and a reddish-brown haired man in a repurposed tan flightsuit, grinning in front of a college graduation ceremony.

To her right, she'll see that Beauford was infact not exaggerating at all about the shoebox size of his apartment's kitchen, as there is only a tiny island seperating it from the small living room. There's a well-used black futon and coffee table with a little black laptop on top of magazines and comic books. Against the wall there's a shelf with a flatscreen tv, several videogame consoles and a dvd/bluray player. Light filters through the curtain outside and Dinah can likely see the door out of the apartment with three bicycles hanging from hooks beside it on the wall, and pannier bags for the bikes hung with coats and hats from the coat rack.

It doesn't take much guessing to figure out that the blue and gunmetal bike is Beauford's from the homemade welds and adjustments given to it.

"Welcome to my humble bachelor pad...I'd give you the tour but this is pretty much it."

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Dinah follows him over the trashcna with a kong vault that closes the gap between them so she's mmore to his side than behind him.

And giving him another look.

"You've got pretty good legs," she decides. "I bet you could pull off a ballgown with a high slit."

"...maybe some baby blue pantyhose. No way am I shaving my legs for this." It's a one-night gig to raise up some cash for a friend, and while it is noble to sacrifice for a cause...

Beauford ain't dealing with a month of 'dem gams' jokes.

"Dark blue dress, with sequins?"

"No commitment to your art."
Dinah disapproves.

"Baby blue with dark blue? Go with black."

"For the dress?" He's smirking a little at the commitment comment. "It's a comedy thing, I volunteered to be part of the act. Either I pick my own outfit, or Jasil will pick it for me."

"...and while that peh has lovely taste...He was grinning waaay too much when peh said that."

Dinah snorts, almost choking on her own laughter.

"If you're not going to shave, then tights are your only option."

"I think you'll have no trouble picturing me in tights," He grins, trying to suppress a cackle.

After all, her co-workers tend to wear the same fare on duty!

And with that, he's turning to head towards a circular ramp, leading to a path above the busier streets for pedestrians. Every shortcut to their goal should be used, after all.

Including the buildings, which leaves little room for conversation other than Beauford pointing out the odd landmark before they arrive on the roof of a building just a block from the aquarium.

Dinah lands on the rooftop at the end of a sky vault and stops, brushing her hair out of a face that's covered in sweat from the humidity. Then, using her hand to shade her eyes, she turns a full 360 around, admiring the view.

"Cities always look weird from above," she says.

"Yeah, you've seen them from a full bird's eye view though...and I've heard that's even odder to look at..." He's glancing back, to the buildings and the hills hiding behind them along the way they came.

They're close enough now that it isn't any sort of trouble to smell that ocean air and feel the wind pushing in on them.

Which is why Beauford's taking another second before hopping and kong-vaulting over a few air duct units to get to the fire escape.

Dinah takes a moment to stretch one of her arms behind her head and follow him.

"Yeah, but I always prefer it at street level, so you can actually meet the people."

"Can't argue that...but if we'd gone street-level, it'dve added another hour." And while he's in better shape than their last excursion during winter...he is NOT adding an extra hour of evidence.

"You want some water?" He's pointing towards a convenience store coming up.

"Definitely," Dinah says, jogging at a walk speed as she cools down. "I'm losing water at unbelievable speeds here."

"Same here, and they'll charge triple inside of the aquarium, which is mildly ironic." Beauford grins, jogging into the store and coming back out with two gallon jugs of water and a little bag of snack bars.

"Here's yours..."

"Thanks."

For the first few seconds, only about a third of it goes in Dinah's mouth as she soaks her head as well as her gullet.

"That's the problem with working with the guys. None of them break a sweat nearly as quickly as I do."

"Pffft, speaking as a guy, they probably DO, just their uniforms cover it up more easily."

Ofcourse, Green Lantern's is a light construct, and The Flash's sweat probably just evaporates.

"I find it hard to believe that they don't work up a sweat." He's jogging with her now...and the sweatshirt is coming off as Beauford douses himself down for good measure as well...

"Well, they do," Dinah says. "But they all have metapowers that help with what they do.

"If I spent all my time screaming, I'd smell as fresh as them."

"And part of the next day drinking honey and lemon." They're coming up to the front parking lot of the aquarium and he's managed to finish off most of his gallon of water, debating if he should save it and refill it at a drinking fountain or just recycle it.

There's the sounds of happy sea lions and seals barking and hooting it up inside of the walls, and lots of delighted children shrieking, if in the distance.

In through the front doors of the lobby and the cool relief of the AC system, he's decided to toss his jug and tuck the snack bars into his sweatshirt's pockets, before approaching the desk.

"Two adults please."

"I practically live on that anyway," Dinah says between gulps.

She follows him in tossing her jug and pauses at the first gust of the A/C, wiping her hair again before catching up.

There's a huge smile on her face again, probably prompted by the sounds of kids, and her eys are on everywhere in the lobby except for Beauford.

There's posters of the animals swimming happily in their enclosures and a huge tank at the entrance where a huge shoal of silvery fish keep swimming in a tight formation in their tank... Off one hallway, skeletons of zoological specimens of the aquatic biosphere.

According to one of the posters there's even a tidal touching pool open to the public today.

And her distraction is probably why Beauford is getting away with ghosting up behind her.

"Boo."

Dinah doesn't move from her position at the fishtank, except to nudge him lightly in the shoulder

"Got the tickets?"

"Yes, and if we hurry we can get a good spot at the otter tank to watch them get fed." Beauford grins, holding up the tickets, and chuckling at getting nudged. He nods down a particular hallway, starting that direction.

"Come on..."

There's already a little crowd starting up around the tank by the time they get there, mostly parents with some semi-obnoxious boys going at the 'sasquatch no touching' game as they wait. The entire enclosure has two huge walls of glass for people to look inside...and a stairwell leading outside to observe the otters from above if people feel like it.

Dinah stops to assess both viewpoints for advantage, and ends up hurrying down to the glass walls.

"I see a spot where we'll be able to see," she says hurriedly.

...Beauford's going to follow her lead, because the otters are starting to get excited...they know what time it nearly is! By the time he and Dinah have found that wonderful spot, the trainers and keepers have come out with buckets of clams and mussels dolling them out to the excited animals.

...and who're we kidding, Beauford isn't so jaded that he isn't grinning at the sight of the otters scrambling and grabbing their treats...diving down to the bottom for rocks..and floating back up to bang out their treasures.

Dinah doesn't really care what Beauford's doing. She's leaning forward against the glass, right alongside a twelve year old boy who's nearly her own height, with a similar look of thrilled wonder. on her face.

When an otter dives down right in from of her, grabs a clam then swims up against the glass, she laughs out loud, and follows it with her hand.

There's more than her laughter present as the crowd laughs at the otters, who now have mostly found their clams and their fish and their rocks and have begun to do that one action they're known for...

Cracking clams on their chests.

And Dinah's otter is proving to be a real showman, leaning up on the glass of the aquarium as he cracks away at his clam with the rock.

There's a push of the crowd, now, to see this showman otter: the kid next to Dinah has forced himself up onto the cement foundtion of the glass wall and is standing on tiptoe, as more kids behind them complain loudly that they can't see.

Dinah, therefore, pushes back, letting shorter children stand where she was, and forced back by the crowd until she's lost her viewpoint.

"So much for my coveted spot."

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