Movie Night VI: Direct to DVD

[unrecovered]

Who| Wash and anyone who wants to join
What| Movie night!
Where| The same lounge it's always in
When| After Time Ripples, Mind Slayer, and Wash Dies At The End
Warnings/Notes| Yet another classic!

It's been an odd few weeks, to say the least. Wash barely waits to be out of the hospital before he heads to the lounge to set up a movie night. He's had a request for a classic, and he'd managed to get in an order for the film before everything had gone batshit insane, so it's already arrived and he's just about ready to go.

The usual snacks and drinks are set up, along with a few mugs and goblets that are a little closer to theme. There's also the usual sofas and couches, draped with blankets and with bean bag chairs strewn around around the room. The usual sign hangs outside the door, with the movie's MPAA rating and a brief summary of the movie's plot, along with the usual note: Movie night is neutral territory.

The movie tonight, of course, is The Princess Bride.

Comments

[muroieda]

Junkrat squeaks, quickly curling up against Fareeha and tucking his head under her chin, as if he were scared of the non-threat. Given the difference in their size: yes, it looks absolutely ridiculous.

[justice_from_above]

She hooks an arm around him and pulls him in close.

"He'd have to get through me first, sweetie." She gives Roadhog a little grin over the top of Junkrat's head.

[snoutback]

That's cute, but the rat puppet is still going to cark it; Roadhog merely rolls his eyes and lets his cheek drop against the top of the closed fist he has propped on the armrest, shifting away from the commencing shmoop.

[muroieda]

"Given who we're talking about, that wouldn't be that difficult. Still--"

Junkrat lifts up his leg and presses the business end of his peg leg against the side of Roadhog's snout. He doesn't press all that hard--with Roadhog's mask hitched up enough for him to eat, it'd be too easy to dislodge it, and Junkrat would very much like to avoid that.

"--wouldn't make him any less of a grouchy cunt," he finishes, grinning wildly.