Movie Night V: This Time It's Personal

[unrecovered]

Who: Wash and anyone who wants to join
What: Movie night!
Where: The same lounge movie nights have always been in.
When: Several days after Through the Looking Glass and The Spies Who Sprocked Us
Warnings/Notes: WE'RE FINALLY WATCHING SCREAM Y'ALL

For once, it's been a fairly good week. For once, nobody is dead or dying or severely traumatized. It might actually be a good time to introduce horror movies to people, and for Wash to make good on a months-old promise.

He's finally showing Scream.

The customary snack and drink tables are set up, with a bit more open space now that he's realized people are willing to contribute to them. Chairs and cushions and couches are arranged for easy viewing of the projector screen, with stacks of blankets and pillows within reach. Outside the door is a sign with the movie's title, MPAA rating, and a brief summary, along with a pair of notes added: This movie is meant to be scary, and it IS violent, along with the usual Movie night is neutral territory.

Comments

[goddamngrenades]

"Is America here?" Because this- this looks a lot like real meat. Smells like it too. A tentative bite of a shrimp thing (she does shrimp now) has him blinking with surprise at the tail. God and damn. Okay he knows what he's loading his plate up with. Note to self: Kiss up to America more often, this shit is good.

It's only when he's got a plate mostly full that he notices the lanky dude kind of. Staring. "Uh- did you want a plate, buddy?"

He can load one up and hand it over, no problem.

[muroieda]

Excuse you. They're prawns. Fake prawns.

But yes, Junkrat is staring directly at York the whole time, especially while he's eating. If you're not going to say complements, he'll have to read it off of your face.

"Nope!"

Junkrat crosses his arms behind his back, shirt-free chest out and proudly grinning in a way that crosses the line into "cocky".

"Had plenty when I was makin' it. Taste testin', ya know, can never be too careful!"

Incredible that such a word like careful is in his vocabulary to begin with.

[goddamngrenades]

"Hot damn- you did this?" So it's not real meat. And yet he's not all that much bothered when it tastes this good. "Is this one of those 'family secret' deals of cooking because if I have to marry you to learn your ways, man, I will run out and find a ring."

He's only 90% kidding. This shit is amazing.

[muroieda]

Junkrat tilts to the side, rubbing his neck as if bashful.

"Aww. That's flatterin', mate, but I ain't on the market. No family secret, neither - just the product of years of trial'n error. I could teach ya if ya want ta learn, no marriage required. Just gotta be able ta navigate a minefield."

He smirks and gives York a wink.

"Literally."