Movie Night

[oranje_windmill]

Who: The Dutchman (Wilm) and the Dane (Søren)
When: Saturday, September 9th,
Where: Wilm’s Apartment
What: Søren has been recommended a movie about a dog, and insists Wilm watch it with him.
Rating: PG-13 for questionable decision making

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[axkingforit]

The screen glowed with 50's-era fuzz as the titles rolled and the opening theme crackled over the speakers with folksy charm.

Søren felt nauseous. The bile rose in his throat slightly, burning of swallowed beer and mustard from the sandwiches.

The scene opened to some rustic Texan scene, full of Southern twang and post-Civil War financial issues and...dogs and catfish or some bullshit and contrived accents and 19th century naiveté.

Søren turned to Wilm with deadened eyes, feeling his very soul be drained away with every high-pitched squeal erupting from the throat of the young boy on-screen.

"If we're going to get through this like goddamned men, I'm gonna need some fuckin' weed."

[oranje_windmill]

Wilm merely lifted an eyebrow as the movie began to play. This wasn’t what he’d expected when Søren had said he was bringing over a movie, and he wondered for a moment if all that Danish Techno music had finally rotted his friend’s brain or if this girl was just really important to him.

He had just leaned back on the couch, prepared to either sleep through the movie or failing that get something to drink till it became interesting, when Søren turned to him and announced they had to be high to get through this movie with their manhood intact.

Normally, he would just say they forgo the movie entirely, but it was as good an excuse as any. And besides, he hadn’t had anyone in a while to do it with. So.....

“I have brownies, or we can do it the old fashioned way?

[axkingforit]

Søren fixed Wilm with a stare, pouring every ounce of disgust and derision available to him into it.

"Are you fuckin' with me? No brownies. No. Brownies. No fuckin' brownies. Get the bag, mijn lieverd. It's time to make this movie a little more goddamned bearable."

He eyed the screen for a moment and then wondered if such a thing was even possible...

The thought that it might not be filled him with a profoundly dark fear and he cringed away from the television as if it might bite. Fucking hell...

[oranje_windmill]

Wilm’s smirk got a little wider as he watched Soren’s reaction. He’d known ahead of time how his friend would respond, and had only asked because such things were almost always fun to watch. He stood and stretched, then headed towards his bedroom, not bothering to pause the video as he didn’t care if he missed any of what was going on.

And really, with what they were about to do, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference anyhow.

He returned not too long after, depositing assorted things onto the table in front of the Dane.

Amongst them was a full plastic bag.