In which John discovers slash, Bobby and John catch up.... And, get terribly, terribly drunk.

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Who: John and Bobby
What: Dinner and a movie (not a date. I SWEAR. Catching up all friend-like and such.)
Where: Quick stop at the Library-> Lobby -> And, then, MAINLY at the Movie Theater.
When: Evening, what can be considered the general 'Dinner' time.

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“I’ll be right behind you,” Bobby informed John, actually shuddering at the thought. He was starting to accept the fact that he might possibly be gay, but he’d never ever be that gay. “I remember this one time I walked in on some of the kids watching it in the mansion. I think I saw five minutes of it and I had nightmares for a week.” They of course had thought this was absolutely hilarious. Bobby? Not so much.

The ex-mutant sucked on the obnoxious bendy straw-which matched his pink umbrella of course-screwing up his face as it hit the back of his throat. Hell that was strong. It was also wonderfully fruity so Bobby took another draw from the straw as the opening scene rolled.

It was, of course, Moulin Rouge, one of Bobby’s favorite movies-though he’d never admit that. There was also something just ultimately cool about Ewan McGregor in the movie. He could sing, he could dance, he could write, AND he got the girl. I mean seriously, the only way he could get cooler would be to ride Sirius’ motorcycle across the screen at some point. Bobby glanced at John to try to gage his reaction to the movie. He was pretty sure it fit the flame-throwers taste in movie, but you never knew.

“The uh, music in this movie is really cool,” he commented, taking a bite out of pretty much the best burger in the world. “I think m favorite is when they’re singing on top of the elephant.”

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"And the nightmares were only from seeing a few minutes, imagine if you saw the whole thing," John joked with a bit of laughter in his tone. He didn't have an issue with that cult classic, it just wasn't really his thing. When he saw it, he wasn't sure what the writers had been on. Must have been some good drugs in the seventies.

John tilted is head to the side as he picked up a waffle fry, dipping it into the cheese sauce before he devoured it. There was a red curtain, one of those classic ones that John suspected would be pretty much at any grand opera house. As for the movie itself, he hadn't the faintest what it was. "I have no idea what this is, but," He lifted his shoulders up in a slight shrug. "If you say it's good, I'll go with it." Though, he was a little confused about the comment about singing on an elephant. Wasn't that what they generally did in the Bollywood movies? John felt a bit apprehensive, but, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

He picked up his burger and took a large bite out of it, eyes watching the opening scene. Fuck, this was an amazing burger. John always thought it was funny the bit of comfort you could get just by eating something amazing. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he savored the burger for a moment longer.

After his moment of silence, he placed the burger back down on the plate and took another sip of his drink, washing down the meat. "I really don't know how they get all the food to taste amazing. I've never had anything here that wasn't fucking awesome." John shook his head. "It's absurd."

So far, John liked the beginning of the movie. The tortured writer was played by the man who played Frank Churchill in Emma. He wasn't sure of his name, but he was good in the adaptation. "Is this a musical? Or... just random singing?"

(ooc: one, sorry this is awful. two, I just realized that Moulin Rouge and John are from the same year. I hate research. lol. AND I love that it's one of Bobby's favorite movies.)

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“It’s not just good,” Bobby told John sounding almost offended, “it’s amazing. It had everything anyone could possibly want in a movie. It’s got love, it has music, it has dancing, it has scantily clad women, it has scantily clad men, and even a midget dressed as a sitar,” he told John ticking off the requirements on his fingers. The ex-mutant faltered slightly, a little thrown off by the fact that he hadn’t just listed ‘scantily clad men’ for John’s benefit but also for his own. He quickly continued on, however, hoping the fire wielder hadn’t noticed. “OH! And they drink absinth and see the green fairy, there’s a bad guy-duh-and I already told you about the whole elephant song.”

Here the ex-mutant paused to eat some of the bacony-cheesy-fries-of-deliciousness on his tray. He thoughtfully munched on them, realizing that John was totally right about the food. He’d never had anything he didn’t like either. He was about to comment on it when the theatre troupe was introduced on stage.

“That’s Toulouse,” he told John, almost forgetting about the food in general-almost, but not quite. “Him and the other guys are trying to write a play for the Moulin Rouge, which is where we meet Satine who is like, the best dancer there.” He sucked down the rest of his drink, making satisfying slurp noises with the dregs. “Harold Zidler owns the place but all he cares about is money while the other guys-the bohemian guys-the just want love.”

Yes, Bobby was one of those people who talked throughout the movie.

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Apparently, the Hotel decided to pick out a movie Bobby hadn't just seen before, but one he clearly liked quite a bit. John picked up his burger and took another bite while Bobby rambled on. One of the things John disliked, was watching a movie with someone who had already seen it. They always looked over just before something big happened, trying to gauge your reaction to what they thought it should have been. John swallowed his burger before picking up the pina colada and taking a long sip through the straw.

Clearing his throat, he turned towards Bobby. "Listen, let's set one little ground rule. I swear it isn't a bad one. I'm fine making side comments or chit chat during the movie, but, you don't need to rehash or explain all the details of the movie to me. I'm pretty sure I can pick those up as we go, okay?" The pyrokinetic thought that was pretty reasonable of him, at least he wasn't just telling Bobby to shut the hell up. And, well, honestly, he didn't mind conversation during films, sometimes they made the experience even better. "Bohemian, huh? Very cool." John always thought that movement was interesting; any movement that was of that sort was always caught his interest. People rising up, questioning or flat out rebelling against the society... John could at least identify with them.

"So, let me guess, the handsome guy and the so-called best dancer get entangled? But, there's some obstacle in their way?" He hoped that the movie moved past cliches, or at least it would be enjoyable after a drink or two.

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Bobby grinned sheepishly at John. He could get rather excitable about this movie, but who could blame him? It was even better because John was someone he felt he could actually tell about his love for the tragedy. You couldn’t watch Titanic with a guy and then laugh at him for liking a movie as amazing as this. “Well I’d tell you if that’s how it went if I was allowed to talk about the movie,” he joked.

A waiter appeared behind them and set a drink on each of the boy’s trays. Bobby’s drink was some sort of fruity goodness with a plastic sword spearing fruit floating at the top. He took a long drink before lifting the sword and consuming the alcohol soaked piece of pineapple on the end. He’d never had a drink quite like this-a pineapple-y orange-y, cherry deal-but he definitely didn’t hate it.

The ex-mutant leaned over to try and figure out what John had, just in case he decided he wanted that more than his, but decided against it upon a second swallow of his own drink. Nope, he was pretty sure this was the best drink he’d ever had, especially because it didn’t taste like it had any tequila in it.

“Soo,” Bobby drew out as he picked at his fries some more, “what do you think, huh?” he asked. They weren’t very far into the movie, but he really hoped his former teammate was enjoying it. “I know it’s a bit different from my usual brand of movies” which was basically anything that had lots of explosions “but it’s really good yeah? Do you have a favorite character?"