"Careful, Calley. You continue to drip so much sincerity and you might ruin the upholstery. Then the undead riot control will really have something to complain about," Isabel said, not bothering to try and sound sincere this time, but rather she let her amusement show in her tone of voice. Her gaze flickered upward only briefly as the lights dimmed even more and eventually extinguished themselves, leaving only the dim glow of the low voltage bulbs that lined either side of the narrow isle, allowing movie going patrons to enter and exit the theater without tripping all over the place.

The screen went black momentarily as the previews and the safety precautions ended and lit up again as the opening credits and the theme of the movie began to play. Isabel had caught the movement of Calley's hand out of the corner of her eye, though it had taken her a moment to be sure he had moved it at all. She left her expression blank so as to appear that she hadn't noticed a thing as she removed her foot from the seat in front of her and instead crossed one leg over the other, shifting her hand with the box of gummies in it as she did so to allow him to get to the candy a little easier. She wasn't bothered by sharing the sour little treats, and it wouldn't hurt to let him think he was being tricky. It was probably better than throwing them at him, anyways.

Score! Calley's hand retreated with a little squiggly-sour prize. He was so tricky. He was so tricky he even amazed himself. And with delicious results, too.

As the movie rolled on, Calley glanced at Issie out of the corner of his eye, then back to the screen.

Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand began to edge around her shoulders… Hey, at least he wasn't trying the ol' "Yawn-and-Reach" method.

Isabel nearly jumped at the sudden feeling of added weight creeping across her shoulders. She mentally rolled her eyes at herself once she realized it was only Calley and not some boogie man that her imagination had conjured up while watching the movie. A small smile tugged at the edges of her mouth as she cast a brief, sidewards glance in his direction. Props for not adding a fake yawn. She probably would have at least giggled if he had, which she'd most likely end up feeling bad about later.

Reaching up with her free had she tugged gently on his wrist, bringing his arm around to rest fully on her shoulders rather than leave him moving so slowly and trying to go unnoticed, letting her weight rest lightly against his shoulder. Letting his wrist go she again put on her totally guilt-free, blank expression, pretending like she hadn't done anything, though she couldn't quite help the light dusting of pink that colored her cheeks. Who'd done that? Isabel? No, couldn't be. Heh, she could play coy just as easily as he could play the sneak.

Calley nearly jumped as someone or something caught his wrist in its nefarious grasp. When he realized it was his Isabel, he grinned. But he tried to make it a small grin. That wonderful I-didn’t-do-a-thing expression on her face as she settled against his shoulder was just too good: he wouldn’t want to ruin it by letting on that he knew she was the culprit.

As the movie rolled on, he slowly focused back into it. Issie was right: it was pretty decent. Not that there had ever been, in recorded history, a bad horror film.

...Issie as surprisingly warm. He leaned in a little closer himself, and felt that bow of hers tickling against his cheek.

Isabel tilted her head ever so slightly as she felt Calley settle a bit closer. While she was very attached to her choice in hair accessories, the rather large bow did occasionally tend to get in peoples way and she was trying to be considerate and keep it out of his face. Gradually she let her attention shift back to the big screen, watching the images that flickered across it and sticking another sour worm into her mouth.

If she remembered correctly, it looked as if the movie was beginning to draw toward its end. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a few patrons starting to shift in their seats, as if anticipating the inevitable rolling of the end credits. Most people wanted to escape the crowd of people that all tried to exit the theater once a show was finished as quickly as they could, and apparently the bellhop knew that as he was looking a little more alert rather than off in his own thoughts. Isabel, however was perfectly content to stay right where she was. While the movie was good, the company was better and she was enjoying her evening out.

Calley stayed right where he was as the credits started to roll and people started to file past. Umm, this was comfortable. He could probably just go to sleep here. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’d drifted off next to Issie’s head. Though usually, there was a pillow under him when he did.

Unfortunately, the undead bellhop had other ideas. As the theatre emptied, he came down the isle quite purposefully. At the end of their row he cleared his throat loudly.

“Spoil sport,” Calley said so only Isabel could hear. He reluctantly stood, stretching rather elaborately as he went. There was no point to stretching if it wasn’t done elaborately. He offered Issie a hand up. “Is there anywhere else you’d like to go on this evening so fair, my Green-Ribboned Do-Gooder?” He asked playfully. “Or must I escort you home?”

((ooc: Not that he’s trying to get a human-shaped foot in the door at the Sanc. *completely innocent, non-nefarious, un-spy-like look*))

Isabel looked over at the bellhop as he cleared his throat, making it a point to first wave to her warlock friends as they all shuffled past before making any move to accept Calley's offered hand and getting up out of her seat. Only once she'd made a show of dusting off her outfit and stretching her tired limbs did she turn and give a wave to the bellhop as well as a completely innocent, non riot instating smile. The undead didn't seem to be amused. But would that stop her from giving one of her cheeky little smiles? No, no it wouldn't. It would be nice if he stopped shining that flashlight in her eyes, though.

She turned to look at Calley upon hearing his questions along with her newest nickname. Do-gooder. Heh, if he only knew. "I think an escort home would be very nice," she replied with another, less cheeky smile, making her way out of the row of seats and stepping out onto the narrow isle. "I'm afraid staying out all night with a boy may ruin my do-gooder reputation. Then what kind of Green-Ribboned person would I be?" she said again, her smile turning more into a grin as she spoke. "I live over at the Sanctuary, if you don't mind traveling in that direction."

Calley could only laugh at her overwhelming fears for her do-gooder reputation. Calley knew exactly how much of a do-gooder reputation she had. That's why he was getting such a kick out of the nickname.

"The Sanctuary?" He questioned, tilting his head to one side to look at her as they strolled down the isle, past the carefully watching undead bellhop, and out the doors. "Isn’t that the big homeless shelter with the golden doors?" He quickly gave a frantic wave of his hands, all apologies. "I mean, it's not a bad thing you're living there. I'm, ah, kinda between places myself, right now," which was to say, he wanted to stay in public places until Hunter had a chance to cool down. The more he thought about, the more suspicious it seemed for the cops to have shown up at the bar. He hadn't thought they'd been making that much noise. Relatively speaking. A collar camera and an Angry Boss Man with police on his payroll would explain the sirens. For the record, Calley had no orders not to participate in bar fights. The Angry Violent Scary Man’s oversight was hardly his fault. "I just didn’t know they took in, errhm, talented individuals such as ourselves." He grinned at her appreciatively. "That was very talented back with the hairy man, by the way. I especially liked how you talented him in the chest."

Isabel's smile only brightened and she laughed a little at Calley's hasty apology for calling the Sanctuary a homeless shelter. "Yeah, that's the one, though it's much nicer than any other shelter I've been at. None of the others had golden doors, that's for sure," she replied casually, glancing briefly at the awesome ticket slicing guillotine as the passed it, giving a small wave to the ghoul manning it and then the werewolf ticket seller. Yup, she'd definitely have to stop back here at some point in time.

"You could always stay at the Sanctuary for a while if you're between places," she said again as they passed through the glass doors and out onto the street. "They don't charge anything, and they simply love taking in such talented people as we are," she continued with a little grin. "You'll have to watch out for Lisa, though. She's the receptionist. If you're not careful she'll give you the whole speech about the Sanct. It's kind of scary, actually. She just doesn't stop smiling and acting all cheery. I'm not sure if she'd still be at her desk at this hour, but I wouldn't doubt it."

She glance over at Calley again at his compliment on her talents, as he called them, giving another amused laugh. "Well, I couldn't very well let him sink his talented teeth into me. I would have gotten blood all over my outfit if I had. Imagine trying to explain away that one back home." Well you see, what happened was I was at this bar, using my fake ID to commit under-aged drinking, when the bar tender was knocked out and this werewolf guy got all mad and sprouted fur and tried to eat people. But it's okay, I stabbed him in the ribs and escaped with my new friend before the police arrived. Oh yeah, that'd go over real well. "And turning into a tiger isn't too shabby, either. It was very impressive actually, though your aim could use a little work," she complimented right back, giving a joking little smirk at her last comment.

Calley winced elaborately and looked around the street, which was deserted except for theater exiters such as themselves. “If it’s all the same, could we ix-nay the iger-tay? I enjoy being a hidden talent, really. Not that I’m ashamed of it... just... it’s really easy to look like I’m not the most talented person in the world, and I don’t really mind people thinking that.” He motioned at himself; he was a normal height for an East Coast boy, his hair was a short, totally non-descript brown, and the only thing stand-outish about him was the fact his clothes were obviously made for a fat man. He was the perfect picture of crowd-blending conformity. Totally unworthy of special notice—which was something he rather liked about himself. Truth be told, just hearing Issie mention his earlier shift sent his paranoia racing through the roof. He felt suddenly like the world was all ears. He wasn’t ashamed... just overly cautious.

He poked at her bow. “And just for the record, it’s harder to leap on a moving target than you’d think. Especially after me and Mister Astoundingly Legal ID have gone to town.”

Coming back to a curious little something she’d said earlier—“ they simply love taking in such talented people as we are”—he asked: “So what’s the Sanctuary want with such talented people as ourselves?” He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and batted his eyelashes. “Is it out of the sheer goodness of their hearts, per chance?” He wasn’t cynical about people... just overly prone to sarcasm. “No offense—I’m sure you’ve checked it out—but I’m always a little suspicious about places gathering talent. They sometimes disagree with talented individuals, say, taking independent action. Or walking out on them. In other words: not such a hot deal for us talents.”

"Alright, I'm sorry, I'll say no more. Hidden shall your talent remain. Consider the lip zipped," Isabel replied, lifting a hand and making a zipping motion across her mouth with a little grin. Her own abilities were fairly easy to hide if she so chose to do so. She looked perfectly normal, though her outfit was a bit strange. They bow could cause problems eventually, since it seemed to be one of the key components in her identification down at the NYPD, but her being her normal stubborn self, she'd just keep on wearing the silly thing. She's probably have to work on not playing her little games of tag with their officers, as well. They were just so easily broken, it was hard not to end up killing or fatally wounding them. That's where her talents became troublesome, as she is occasionally prone to showing off, which means she is occasionally prone to stabbing some of them in the chest.

Isabel giggled lightly as her bow was poked, returning the gesture by poking Calley in the arm. "Well, maybe if you hadn't choked down those beers so quickly your aim would have been better. Or maybe I just hold my liquor better than you. I had no trouble talenting that moving object in the ribs," she said with a smug little smirk. Sure she'd been much closer to that target and therefore had an easier time hitting him, but she wasn't going to admit that right off the bat. It was much more fun to tease.

Uh-oh. She'd let something slip, hadn't she? She has to be careful now or she'll only end up getting herself in trouble. Well, more trouble than she's normally in, anyways. No mention of the Order. That's a big no-no. "Oh, no real special reason. The owner, Dorian King, is talented like us and he is all for supporting the talented masses and so he gave people like us a place to stay. Our kind of accommodations are hidden downstairs, away from the main floor where the normal people are. The regular people are just a cover-up, though, because the talented people aren't looked upon very positively. If it was only open to people like us, they'd have the crazy anti-mutant people running amok," she explained, being as truthful as she could without mentioning a certain mutant organization that was housed there and that she happened to be a member in. "Independent action isn't such a big deal just as long as it doesn't reflect badly upon the Sanctuary or Mr. King. And as far as I know, they don't mind us walking out. I've disappeared on them at least once before and I was still welcome when I returned."

“Hey now,” Calley replied to her more-talented-with-moving-objects-than-thou bit, “you saw how those beers were trying to kill me. They were out to get whoever opened them. Clearly, I had to drink them. For the betterment of the world.” He tickled her in the side. Was Issie ticklish? He was about to find out. “I’m a hero. Admit it.”

“Wait, King’s a talent? That guy who was on TV at the opening?” Calley looked at her, his natural curiousity pouring over in his tone. “In just want way is he, ah, talented?” That was a tidbit the Scary Boss man wouldn’t mind knowing. And he might be a less violent Scary Boss Man over that whole bar fiasco if Calley happened to bring that information back to him.

They were getting close to the Sanctuary, now. It was funny how, no matter where you where in New York City, it always seemed like the Sanctuary was a short walk away.

Isabel couldn't help but squirm and give a small squeal of surprise as she was tickled. Quickly she hopped a few steps away to try and avoid Calley's fiendishly tickling hands. "Alright, alright, I give!" she said, biting her lip to try and stop laughing. Hey, it wasn't her fault she was ticklish enough to overcome her stubborn ways and surrender. "I commend both you and your sidekick, the Astoundingly Legal ID, for your brave battle against the beers brewed from pure evil and malice," she said, trying to avoid being tickled once again while giving another little grin.

"Yeah, Mr. King's a talent as well, though I wouldn't go spreading that information around. I'm not sure how many people outside the Sanctuary are actually aware of it," she said in response to his curious questions. Biting lightly at her lower lip again she silently hoped she wasn't saying something she wasn't supposed to be. "I don't know what his talent's are. He's never given us a demonstration, but I'm sure I wouldn't want to find out first hand what he can do. Just don't let anyone know that you've heard this from me. Please? I'm not sure if it's supposed to be a secret or not." Hopefully not, or she could be in some serious trouble. She didn't like the prospect of getting on Mr. King's bad side. Maybe she should just clam up about all of it?

Looking up ahead of them, she spotted the large golden doors of the Sanctuary, allowing another smile to spread across her features. "Oh, look! I can see the doors from here," she said light heartedly, glad for the distraction from her current worry about giving out confidential information.

Calley nodded in clear satisfaction. "Thank you, Isabel. All that Astoundingly Ledal ID and I ever wanted was a little recognition for our bravery and self-sacrifice in the face of this cold, hard world."

So not even the Order knew what King's powers were, huh? Interesting. Calley tucked that little fact away for future reference, and made a big show of following Issie's gaze to the doors. "Well, they're just as astondingly golden as I remember." He commented brightly. "Do you think it's real? I mean, really-real, or just gold plated, or just a really good paint job?" He couldn't be the only one that was tempted to start chipping off edges of that thing.

"Well, if the evil beers ever attempt a second strike upon innocent, defenseless bar goers, you and your sidekick will be the first people I call," Isabel replied, her amused grin returning once again. At least she'd been able to worm her way out of another tickle attack. Heh, the big, bad, bow wearing mutant was ticklish enough to submit to Calley's request without protest. Figures.

At his question of the authenticity of the large golden doors, Isabel tilted her head curiously, regarding the entranceway that was growing ever closer with an inquisitive look. "You know, I've never even thought of that before. My guess would be that it's gold plated. It's probably reinforced somehow. The security at he Sanctuary is crazy, so I wouldn't get any ideas," she said, quirking an eyebrow in Calley's direction with a knowing little smirk. Silently she wondered exactly how long it would take for a response to any vandalizing to be issued. She highly doubted that Mr. King would emerge to deal with the vandal, but there was a much larger possibility that Syn would try having a little fun with them, or perhaps the Big Guy.