Movie Night IV: Movie Harder

[unrecovered]

Who| Wash and anyone who wants to join
What| Movie night!
Where| The same lounge movie night is always in
When| A few days after Silent Horizon and No Sanity Clause
Warnings/Notes| They're watching Clue, because Tim Curry is the cure for everything.

It has been, to put none too fine a point on it, a shitty week. Everyone needs a place where they can relax and get their minds off what's happened; to that end, Wash figures it's about time for another movie night, and goes for a comedy this time. Sure, Clue is technically a murder mystery with a slow build, but he's pretty sure people will enjoy it as long as he's up front about it.

There's tables full of snacks and drinks set up, per usual. Extra blankets are piled on the arms and backs of chairs and sofas, because blankets make things better and therefore need to be available. There's a sign outside the door with the movie's title, MPAA rating, and a brief summary, along with a note at the bottom: Movie night is neutral territory. Might as well make it known up front.

Comments

[short_changed]

A quick glance over to the bait plate when Grif comes in and she's a little happy that she seems to have loaded it with enough things that Grif would like. She lifts a hand in a lazy wave from her end of the sofa.

"Hey, you got my name right."

[turntex]

Dave just watches Grif from his pile of blankets for a few moments, and then forgoes returning the greeting to turn to Connie with a sage nod.

"Well, that answers that question."

[short_changed]

"Good to know you can't go wrong with chocolate and pizza," she replies with a grin.

[whyarewehere]

"Of course I know your name."

It's not like he called her Montana a lot or anything, that would just be dumb, right?
If he pretends it didn't happen and nobody corrects him, it will become true.

"And what question?"

He squints at them in open suspicion, but even the mention of food doesn't stop him from eating some more.

[short_changed]

"Sure."

Look how convinced she is, Grif. As for the question...she shrugs and glances over at Dave.

[turntex]

"Don't worry about it," Dave answers for the both of them, casual as can be while in a blanket burrito. "Just enjoy the snacks and movie and excellent company."

[whyarewehere]

Grif continues to squint.

He chews and swallows a chocolate.

"...You guys didn't do this, did you?"

He's not sure if it was friendly or some kind of trap to prove... something. Probably the second one. Dave is Dave, and Connie's from Grif's end of the multiverse.

[short_changed]

"What if we did? What if we didn't?"

[turntex]

"I didn't do shit," Dave adds helpfully. "I've been curled up here all cozy as shit."

[whyarewehere]

Dave does look pretty cozy, it's true. So, Grif's attention shifts to Connie.

"...I'm just gonna take this as a thanks. You know. For Lenny's head."

As much as he tries to be nonchalant about it, he's pretty proud of having been part of saving over fifty sad robots. Grif tries to avoid getting his expectations up, but it's nice when things actually work out.

[short_changed]

In reply Connie lifts her drink (also an apple juice box) in a lazy salute and gives Grif a grin.


"Couldn't have done it without you."

After all of the fuckery in the Silent Horizon? That game of hot-potato-death was surprisingly the best part about it. Other than getting the hell out of the place.