MCA #3, Tuesday Evening

[hatesmostthings]

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!]]

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[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Might just be Pawnee," April said thoughtfully. "You get to be an expert in languages and world travel, I get possums. Yay."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm also absurdly attractive and have about three careers," Jack said loftily. "And I'm dating the sexiest woman on earth. And I have superpowers. But I'm not conceited, am I?"

By which he meant he didn't mean to brag, and he was sorry if it came out that way, and actually he thought April's life was sort of fascinating in it's banality.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"You also have popcorn on your shirt," April informed him, flicking a kernel or two Jack's way. "...wait, superpowers?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack flicked the kernel right back. "Werewolf?" he said, unable to imagine April didn't know. "It's not the most glamorous set of powers there is, but it still counts."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"...Huh," April said, tilting her head slightly at him. "No, that's kickass. That'd be my second choice of superpowers if I got to pick. You know you look like the exact opposite of a werewolf, though, right?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack tilted his head back at her, half annoyed. "What does a werewolf look like?"

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"I kind of figured less blond and... dignified," April replied mildly. 'Pretty-boy-ish' was also an adjective that could have gone there, but she didn't want to be mean. "No?"

[bitten_notshy]

Dignified worked. Pretty-boy-ish would have had Jack poutin, and thus proving April's point.

"I don't really know," he said. "The ones I've known have looked all different ways. I might be the only blond, though."

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"I like it," April evaluated. "It's kind of like watching Wendy the Werewolf Stalker where she's all tiny but kicks ass. Good irony."

So the pretty-boy-ish was kind of implied. It couldn't really be helped.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack made a face at her. "Couldn't you at least compare me to Lance? He's got the accent and the hair -- and he's not exactly built like a football player, either."

So yes, he understood the implication.

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I guess," April decided. She was generous like that. "Lance prolly has the stomach for horror movies, though."

Teasing!

[bitten_notshy]

Teasing, but Jack took it as a playful challenge. "We still have another killer fence movie, don't we?" he asked. "I think we should watch it now."

They had to see who had the stomach for what.