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

[vata]

"Trouble, she says." Sombra laughs, tucking her chin down against her shoulder, swaying with devilish contentment. "Mija if you only knew how much of a pain in his ass I've been."

Beyond the scope of the Legion. Beyond everything else, actually.

[zippity]

Possibly as expected, Lena's smile is a flicker, and fades to something almost uncomfortable. She can't tell her meaning -- and though she wants to believe the best of her friend, the possibility of the opposite is...

Well, not exactly desirable.

"...right."

[vata]

Which is exactly why Sombra opts to clarify, shaking her head with enough transparency to make Lena look like the one out of bounds for her uncertainty:

"He tried to throw me out of his place for stopping in to check on him."

Her. An angel without wings. For shame.

[zippity]

Lena rolls her eyes gently, not entirely certain she believes the other woman's claim. But then, she knows Jack well enough not to put such a reaction past him these days. So instead, she follows up the motion by shaking her head.

"Aw, poor little bird you are," she replies, dripping with sarcasm as she reaches to tussle her hair in an attempt to stop her from playing with her heartstrings.

[vata]

"Tch—" Reflexively she ducks down, nose crinkling up while her spine stretches long— twisting to curl and coil away from Lena's affectionate, chiding gesture— rolling from her belly onto her back, hands raised defensively. "I'm serious!" Though it's said with just as much of a grin as she's ever worn.

"I don't even think he likes me that much at all."

[zippity]

"Come off it," Lena half-snorts, shaking her head. Soldier: 76 might not have been the friendliest guy out there, but she had a hard time believing that he actively disliked anyone that wasn't an outright criminal. "What gave you that idea?"

--right. Rephrasing:

"I mean, he's not really all that friendly to anyone, is he?"

[vata]

"—you know," Sombra starts, bringing her evasive maneuvers to a complete halt, dawning realization blooming across her features. "You've got a point."

[zippity]

"If he didn't like you, he'd tell you," Lena says, with all the confidence in the world as she reaches for the last of her apple slices. "Trust me on that one."

Her grin is sly, apple slice caught between her teeth like she's imparted some ancient secret as the movie flickers into action.