smilestopscars | A House, Currant, Maine, Thursday

Ezra had not bailed on the plans he'd made with Kathy a while back. He had, of course, been the recipient of many an invite to various Halloween parties in Boston and its surroundings, but... Yeah. Sometimes a man just wanted a cheesy movie night with old friends, right? It didn't necessarily have to have anything to do with how he couldn't even remember when this particular combo of friends had spent any time with just the three of them present.

Right.

Anyway, the living room was all set for movie watching. The coffee table - with no books in sight anywhere, probably much to Kathy's disappointment - was all loaded up with snacks and drinks of all kinds. The amount of it all was truly ridiculous, until you took into account how no one present exactly had a normal metabolism to begin with.

"Right, what have you got?" Ezra asked, flopping down on one end of the couch. "I hope you know that if any of them have were-anythings in them, you're both banned from this house."

[ooc: NFB, and for the two.]

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"The puppy dog eyes?" Dante guessed. He made an amused noise. "Don't worry about him, Kat. I love your face. And that look doesn't work on me anyway."

"It doesn't and it's the worst," Kathy said, leaning up to nip at the palm of Ezra's hand. She doubted she'd actually be able to catch it since she wasn't using her speed, but hey. Fun to try. "I think it's less that it works on Ez and more that he's appalled I made the attempt."

Or maybe they did work but like he was ever going to admit that.

Yeah, there was no way Ezra was letting her. Instead, he pulled his hand away from her face and turned his own towards Dante.

With some expert puppy eyes of his own.

"Make her stop, D."

"I fought demons on my own for like fifteen years," Dante informed them both. "Your puppy dog eyes can kiss my ass."

"The math doesn't work out at all there," Kathy said, reaching for some popcorn. She settled the bowl on her chest so it was equidistant between the two of them and still in easy reach for her, too. "That's fine. I'm naturally immune to whatever charms you two might have as well."

Aha. Ahahaha.

Ohhh no, Ezra wasn't touching that one.

He just dropped his puppy eyed act with the requisite little eyeroll, and reached for some popcorn, instead.

"Sure you are, babe," Dante said, pressing a kiss to her forehead, because he could. "So how much shitty set-up have we missed?"

"Well, the aliens are on earth now," Kathy said. "They're the gross slug looking things. And you missed out on learning that the blond's husband is an asshole and you're supposed to be shipping her with Sheriff Tightpants."

Ezra was predictably extra about eating his popcorn by throwing it upwards and catching it with his mouth.

"I don't know, the Sheriff aspect puts me off."

It did not.

"He does have a nice ass," Dante mused. "Shitty chemistry though."

"He's delightful and you're both wrong, as per usual," Kathy said, though it had been years since she'd seen Skitter and she might have a different opinion.

"God, so much judgement for our poor opinions," Ezra replied with a snort. "And the movie's barely begun! How will we ever survive?"

"This is all gonna end in a fight," Dante predicted. "Food fight probably." He grabbed a chip and popped it in his mouth.

"If it does, I'm hiding behind one of you and not coming out till it's over," Kathy decided. "And protecting the baked goods."

Ezra huffed. "You seem to be laboring under the misconception that the fight will be between me and Dante, when so far, you're the one disparaging us."

A beat.

"And that there'll somehow still be baked goods to protect."

"Yeah, maybe me and Ezra are just gonna be in the corner, eating all the food, while you accuse us of being wrong or whatever. Wrongly," Dante sniffed.

"If you two take all the food it will be war," Kathy threatened. "I'm bitey when I'm hungry."

A House, Currant, Maine, Thursday

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