Nothing like a day at the movies

[eat_me_beat_me]

Who: Nora and ANYONE
What: Start of the movie theatre lock-in loss.
When: Saturday 3/16
Where: The movie theatre
Rating: Oh let's say R for language

Cramped seats, popcorn dripping with butter, sticky floors and drinks that never seem to last through the whole flick. There really is nothing like going to the movies.

Word had spread through the week since Nora had issued her blanket invitation to the castle and the day had finally come for a movie marathon at the theatre. The popcorn was hot and the projector was ready. All that remained was for everyone to show up and pick a movie

((OOC: Before the movies, during the movies, Midnight. Feel free to put up your own sections. Threadjacking encouraged!!))

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[both_neither]

Gren handed passed a bottle over without any hesitation, given it did the double duty of keeping Vicious pacified and increasing his chances later in the evening, if past experience was anything to go by.

"Pace yourself," he said with a vaguely teasing tone, partly because he knew the man generally didn't take advice unless it was asked for.

[nothingtobelieve]

That just earns Gren a look as he pops open the bottle. "Or else?"

He's not going to pretend he doesn't know there's a reason why Gren might not want him too drunk. But he's not going to mention it, either. He's just going to sit there with his beer and pretend to actually be paying any attention at all to the movie.

[both_neither]

Gren ignores the look like he does most of Vicious' attempts to be far more serious than was necessary. Not that he thought he could make the man have anything passing for a normal sense of humor - there were only a few situations that Vicious actually smiled and none of them were fit for the public. Which was fine with him, really. It made it feel like a privilege.

"I was going to say it was just to make sure the beer lasts the rest of the night, though we can add that one on too if you want."

[nothingtobelieve]

Had he ever been the type to roll his eyes, Vicious would have. Instead, he just settled a little more sullenly into his seat. If it came down to it, he knew he could always attempt to wrest control of the cooler from Gren, but he doubted it would be necessary. The other man wasn't exactly in the habit of denying him things he wanted.

[both_neither]

He hid a chuckle by taking another drink of his beer and settling back in his set. This whole situation bordered on the dangerously normal that it was almost surreal, but it was nice to indulge in for a little while. Life in Paradisa was too prone to shifting. His relationship with Vicious less so, or maybe just on a more subtle level, given that the other man was terribly set in his ways. Nudging Vicious out of that on occasion was turning into a regular side project.

Gren shifted and propped a foot up on the back of the seat in from of him, leaning just slightly sideways so that he leaned shoulder to shoulder with his comrade. Which was about as far as his daring stretched at the moment.

[nothingtobelieve]

The move earned Gren a sidelong glance, but he allowed it. The theater was dark, no one cared what anyone was doing, and he'd had just enough beer to make it seem almost comradely, which, despite the ghosts such a feeling threatened to drag up, he found he did not mind.