Amp didn’t scoff, but it was a near thing. “Why Noah, I didn’t know you felt that way about me!” He ginned, sending another lavatious wink in the other’s direction. He wasn’t sure how Noah had reached the conclusion that they were on a date - particularly when he’d been rather blatantly expressing an interest in trying for a threesome with any willing park goers. It wasn’t exactly the epitome of romance.
“It can be a date if you want it to be, but if we’re goong to play the romance game I’m not gonna be waiting until the third date.” He was entirely shameless. Surely Noah wasn’t expecting anything less, though - it was no secret that he had a significant streak of one night stands. Noah may have been innocent, but no one could be that blind.
The god couldn’t say he wasn’t interested, but he had a feeling they had entirely separate definitions of what a date entailed.
“Come on, the line is moving.” Amp surged forward, not waiting to see if the other would follow this time around. By the time they made it to the ticket booth, Amp’s boundless energy only seemed to triple. He held the tickets aloft like he’d received a prize at the end of a particularly difficult boss level. “Let’s go! We gotta find somewhere to get a drink. There’s no way in hell I’m waiting in line sober.”