Movie Night IV: Movie Harder

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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.

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[the_real_sir_prize]

"Yes it is!" Victor says enthusiastically, twisting around to beam at the woman who has approached to answer his question and, presumably, coo over his dog.

(He doesn't blame her. Makkachin is adorable.)

"I, however, am terrible with names, so I'm afraid you'll have to help me with yours."

[short_changed]

So long as she has his permission to coo, then she will. She pockets the small knife she had been using to slice her apple as she takes a seat, offering the slice of fruit to Makkachin.

"Connie. To be fair I don't think I mentioned it when we spoke. I'm not much for social media but I like to keep an eye on it."

[the_real_sir_prize]

Victor shimmies his hips to wake Makkachin up from his nap.

"Makkachin," he coos, trying to sound stern. "Only gifts. Don't go stealing food off of the table this time."

Makkachin accepts Connie's apple slice delicately in his teeth, wearing the expression of a too-clever dog who knows that rules only apply when someone is around to enforce them and that humans can almost always be counted on to indulge him.

"A lot of people here seem to feel similarly," Victor says with a shrug. "Me, I can't imagine how we all got along without it. But my social group is largely international, so I suppose I'm an exception."