MCA #3, Tuesday Evening

April had seen a lot of horror movies in her time, but she hadn't seen many that involved killer fences. Actually, she'd seen exactly one. And now she was watching the first of its two sequels, Death in a Fence 2: The Fencening, in which the main characters on the screen were currently fleeing the murder fence while their friend Tray was being gnashed to bits in its wiry jaws.

"The first one was a lot better," she commented to Jack, reaching for one of the maybe-it-was-best-not-to-say-how-many-it-was beers she'd 'borrowed' from Caritas for this occasion. "At least in that one they died in order of how annoying they were. I kinda liked Tray."

His plan to go check out the killer fence at two in the morning had been endearingly stupid. She had to approve of that.

"How're you doing with all the blood and gore?" Please say 'super grossed out,' Jack. She'd love that a lot.

[[for that dude, and weekday SP!]]