Dalex in Wonderland

Cordova's Wonderland 
#1
 Dante had avoided things like roller coasters for years - kind of funny considering he would willingly fight super strong undead people and whatnot. But that was beside the point. As of pretty recently, he had been feeling... different. Stronger. More in tune with his beast, in spite of knowing it pretty well after all this time. So when he saw an advertisement for early summer specials at "Cordova's Wonderland," it was easy to indulge the childlike urge that told him he wanted to go and he could handle it.

 Surprising Alex with this was probably not exactly the smartest idea. Maybe she hated theme parks; he doubted it, but maybe that was for sheer hope that she would enjoy this more than watching loud cars drive in circles. Maybe it would be worth the potential of a long drive filled with snarky remarks and complaints.

 Eventually the towering ferris wheel nestled among coasters would come into view, not yet illuminated with thousands of blinking lights as the sun still hung in the western sky. Dante, intent on keeping a lid on it as long as possible, would steal a glance at his passenger as they rolled into the parking lot.

@Alexandra Davidson
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#2


 Flashback a year, never in her wildest imagination would she still be in Mountainside. Now fast forward that six months, she wouldn't be in Cedar Creek - she wouldn't be on a hideaway wolf Visa and living (more or less peacefully) with anyone. Press forward again, just a couple months - tell Alexandra Davidson that the douche bag from the brewery was letting her stay under his roof. They were going on a surprise day trip. She liked him.

Life was stupid.

 That didn't stop her from slouching in her seat, giving up on her once merciless jabs about his preferred mode of transportation. Now a days she respected the ample leg room, spent her time threatening to reach out and mess with the radio without actually committing to it. She moved as if to jab her finger into his ear during red lights and standstill traffic. She whined, not really minding the ride out and away from Cedar Creek, theorized that this was all a loosely disguised attempt to take her out and murder her, simple as that.

 By the time they had arrived., she had shut her eyes and stopped bitching for the most part, arms crossed over her chest and body lax. The turn into the parking lot was enough to have her opening one eye and then both, sitting up at once and laughing. Reached out to shove him and wiggled back in her seat a bit. "No shit?" She could count on one hands the number of times that she had been to anything that could even loosely be described as an amusement park - none of them were in the past five years.

 "Holy shit I didn't even know this was - this is legit, right?" She squinted, glanced at the little bits of colored track that rose above and through the treeline. Maybe a little excited - just a bit.
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#3
 He caught sight of her coming to, gaze alternating between the path ahead of him and the woman at his side as she took in their destination. She definitely didn't seem underwhelmed, if her laughing and arm shoving was any indicator. He looked away from her to focus on finding a parking spot, a small grin hidden in his beard.

 "Yeah, I guess so," he chuffed, rolling the truck to a stop, sitting the air conditioning for a minute longer as he looked at Alex again. Beyond her, "CORDOVA'S WONDERLAND" was arched in big, enthusiastic letters over the park entrance; a healthy line was forming, an the occasional chorus of coaster shrieks pierced the air. "Had a website and everything. Supposed to have some of the biggest rides in the state. Come on - whoever throws up first is a rotten egg." The big man smirked to himself and killed the engine, waiting for Alex to step out before he locked the doors and moved to escort her to the ticket counter.
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#4
 She chose not to think about what going to an amusement park with your - she chose not to think about implications. Instead she got out, listened to the clunk of the doors locking and shuffled towards the entrance. Once he fell in beside her she picked up her pace a bit, rocked on the balls of her feet and craned her neck to try to get a good glimpse of the park just a few yards off.

 "Wait, do you really puke on rides?" A little leery now as she glanced back over at him - neglected how it took her a couple of seconds to catch up. "Because if I see you puke then I'm going to puke and - oh god it would get all .." She motioned vaguely toward his face, mimicked heaving and shook off a mock shiver. "Gross."
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#5
 Dante was of a simple mindset for now. Just a dude taking his hot friend with benefits to the amusement park to test new limits.

 "Yep. Super sensitive stomach," he remarked with as much seriousness as he could muster with her amusing display of being grossed out, staring ahead as they walked up to the line. It was moving fast, luckily enough. He put an arm around her as they came to a stop. "I'm still a hottie with my weak tummy, right?" The words were strange coming out of his mouth, even with the intentional pitch of silliness.
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#6
 Maybe it was a side effect of living together for the past however many weeks, a sense of openness that was new. A little less serious, a little less pride where one another was concerned - whatever it was, it was nice. Even as she snorted at the question and reached over, rubbed at the center of his back as if she was consoling a long-term friend. "You're still a hottie, sure."

 "Make sure to put that shit on your dating profile - weak tummy, strong man." A familiar fake version of his voice, a little deeper, a lot more gruff. As they made it to the front she pulled herself away, went for her wallet and tried to nudge him aside as she mumbled a good morning at the window to the older woman behind the glass. "See if we can get a discount, bring you in at children's prices since you can't handle the big boy rides."
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#7
 Hearing it from her, despite his intent for joking and her condescending tone, was nice. He smirked at her, absently enjoying the warmth of her hand at his back, even for how short lived it was. It was his turn to snort at her as she mocked him - but his idea of a "dating profile" was pretty damn vague. He got the idea, but further thought on the matter was whisked away as he realized Alex was trying to pay.

 The big strong man did not intend to let that slide. This had been his idea, a surprise for her - like hell he was going to let her pay. Let him be a gentleman sometimes, you damn sand mutt.

 Dante batted her wallet-wielding hand away with a fresh confidence that he could take her. It came with the territory of feeling stronger - hopefully it wasn't all in his head. He wedged himself methodically between the little woman and the ticket window as he withdrew his own wallet. "Two adult day passes," he requested gruffly. Emphasis on "adult."
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#8
 His bulldozing by was rewarded with a scoff. A fleeting moment of agitation as she glared at the space between his shoulder blades. She supposed she could have fought him, made demands and left the woman at the other side of the ticket window uncertain and uncomfortable. Instead she let him go, set her hands on his hips and watched curiously from over his shoulder.

 "You're still a man baby." A little jab to make herself feel like she didn't lose as much as concede. At any rate she'd snatch for her ticket on the way through admissions, sidestep unnecessarily through the turn style. "Oh shit do you smell that!? That's funnel cake!" Gasping, she swatted at him again and jabbed a finger towards the left and just up ahead. ""We should get your face painted.""
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#9
 Tickets in hand - soon, only one ticket - Dante would turn away to follow the coyote through the turnstile and deposit his admission slip. He rolled his eyes visibly at her jab but said nothing to rebut her, too amused by her sudden exclamation. Funnel cake was pretty great, even for a guy who wasn't really into sweets.

 "Do you know how hard it is to get face paint out of a beard?" he snorted at her, hooking his arm through hers and tugging her. "You, though. I think you need a big ass butterfly rainbow on your face. It'll look great once you start to sweat on the rides." Look out for Prince Charming, y'all.
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#10
 "I don't sweat." Which, as a living creature happened to constitute as a bold faced lie, but that was neither here nor there. Instead she kept her arm hooked with his, tried to keep him sandwiched to her side as she reached up and brushed her fingers against his cheek. "We can ask them for just a dick, right there. It'll be perfect." All the same she kept on trekking past that particular tent, squinted at a series of overpriced and (in her opinion) underwhelming caricatures. Hard pass, thanks though.

 More than just a little turned around, completely in the dark about the layout of the park, for the time being she settled in to the back seat and allowed him to lead her around. "So what's your favorite sort of ride? Where are we going first? And honestly, do you puke? Like - all jokes aside ..." She tugged on his arm a bit, didn't exert the effort to pretend this wasn't an intriguing twist in her day. There was nothing really like this back in Washington, definitely not in Alabama in any real sense.
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#11
 "Oh, okay," he said mockingly. He'd seen her sweat, nice try, Alex. He glanced down at her as she brushed his stubbly cheek and snorted at her phallic suggestion. "Perfect. We'll match." This with a short snicker at her expense.

 He walked with little sense of where they were headed, throwing a dart at a figurative map and heading in the general direction of one of the larger rides. Her words distracted him from the shrill screaming of riders as the coaster dropped off the first crest, giving him a pinch of excitement.

 "No, I don't puke," he said firstly, nudging her in the ribs lightly as he cleared that misconception. "I like the big crazy roller coasters. The taller and loopier, the better. So I say we'll start there." He lifted a burly hand to point at the coaster that towered high above in their line of sight. "Think you can handle it?"
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#12
 "Handle it." She rolled her eyes, knocked the side of her head against the curve of his shoulder. "I don't like shit where your feet just hang out. I've seen too many Final Destination movies." A little bit of a niche discomfort, perhaps, but she shelfed her pride and tried to be ... open, or whatever. It was then that it seemed to strike her, an idea that made her inhale a deep breath and drop her voice to a whisper. "What if you lost your shit on one of those things?"

 Left a woman, pulled back in to hop out as a giant coyote - surely that would be well received.
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