MCA #3, Sunday Evening

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Well. Yesterday and all that it had entailed -- specifically, making out with a bleached-blond musician who thought he was smooth -- had been a little bizarre. Or at least it was now, in the light of day and all that.

Fortunately, April at least planned on being way more mature and less weird today. Namely, by watching a horror movie marathon with a teenager. That was legit, right?

There was pizza and beer, and the TV was currently playing the DVD menu for a movie that was said to have blown over forty percent of its budget on fake blood and zombie makeup. Perfect.

[[for the one, but if neighbors have any reason to stop by (/complain about the noise...), that's cool.]]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton was feeling a lot better than that morning. And, okay, he'd kind of hoped that the first time he saw April's apartment wouldn't have been after several failed attempts to flirt with her, but whatever, after the morning he'd had, he'd take free food and stupid vids.

He was easy like that.

He gave a knock on the door.

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Poor, poor Atton. So unlucky in love.

"It's open," April called.

What, like she was going to get up to go answer it? That would involve giving up the best couch, which she'd so wisely claimed by sprawling on it. And that would be terrible.

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Pfft, who said anything about love? He just wanted to get laid.

Eventually he'd figure out Baltimore's one-night-stand scene. Just you wait.

Atton eyed the door for a few seconds, then shrugged and opened it. "As hospitable as ever," he said conversationally, shutting the door. "Hey, April."

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And every bartender in Caritas would be so, so sad to not be the only objects of his affections anymore. Really.

"Yo," April said, tossing a beer his way when he got close enough that she figured he might be able to catch it. And if he didn't, well, that would still be entertaining. "Welcome to my crappy apartment. As far as I know the mess isn't sentient yet."

But it was impressive. April didn't so much believe in concepts like 'cleaning up.'

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Oh, like Atton was going to stop trying to hit on every female bartender on the island. Pshaw.

He caught the beer in both hands - he had Force-driven good reflexes, thanks. "Yeah?" he said. "Be careful. This place looks like it's just waiting for a family of mynocks to move in."

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"They might have," April deadpanned. "Small, chittery, beady eyes?"

As far as she knew her apartment was mynock-free. She just enjoyed screwing with him.

Yes, Atton, 'with.' Sorry.

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"Big, winged, and with a face like a sewage drain, but thanks for playing," Atton said, kicking the door shut behind him before advancing on the couch.

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"Oh." Huh. "I'd probably notice those."

Probably.

Fortunately for Atton, he got a couch all to himself! Because April's parents had been very clear about insisting that she splurge on furniture, and while she hadn't actually forseen inviting teenagers over to hang out at the time, now she was feeling pretty pleased with that decision.

She waited until he got to the couch, then nodded toward the pizza on the table in front of the couch and said "Plates are over there."

Pointing alllll the way across the apartment to the kitchen. Wasn't she helpful?

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Atton shot her a look and... went for the bottle opener instead.

"Aren't you supposed to eat that with your hands?" he posited.

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April shrugged. "You could." It was probably the best option, because she wasn't sure where her plates even were. "Might be messy."

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"I think I'll take the risk," Atton said, taking a long chug from his bottle, because booze. "So what're we watching here anyway?"

He reached for the pizza. Messy. Eh. He'd slept in an alley last night.

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Booze, yes. Nom.

"Don't know." Yes you did, April, it said the title on the screen. Feigned apathy could only go so far. "There's zombies and cannibals and shit in it. Supposed to be one of the worst movies ever made."

Sounded fun, right?

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"Do they keep score?" Atton wondered.

Then took a big bite of his pizza. "Because that's a bold claim."

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"Dude, yeah, there's, like, lists and shit," April confirmed, hitting play on the remote and grabbing a slice of pizza for herself. "Best movies, worst movies, movies no one actually likes but everyone says they do, movies with the worst effects..." She took a bite of her pizza, swallowed, and added, "This one's on that list, by the way."

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"Points for doing your research," Atton said, taking another sip of his beer while he was at it. "So what's your worst favorite v-- movie?"

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"Shout 2," April answered immediately and thank god there was a canon answer or I would've died. "Closely followed by Wooing the Rock and Large Industry. You?"

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"Padawan's Big Day Out part three," Atton said, kicking back. "The one where people keep backflipping into walls."

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"...We should watch that one some other week," she decided. "Unnecessary acrobatics are the best."

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"Ask one of the local Jedi to take you out to the Temple some day," Atton said sagely. "Unnecessary acrobatics are a Jedi trademark."

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April raised an eyebrow. "Jedi?"

Oh, April. You were so, so sheltered.

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"Yeah, you know, the small army of idiots in cloaks waving around lightsabers that we've got running around the island," Atton idly slandered. "You'll know one if you see one."

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"Mm." She gave a nod of recognition. "There was this one guy at the bar. Old, kind of longish brown hair?"

Great description of Zayne, April, really.

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"The really arrogant one who thinks he's taller than he is, or the one that acts like he's been smoking something that makes him feel really good inside and also like he should hug every being, tree, and droid he comes across regardless of how much it's shooting at him?"

Great description of Zayne, Atton, really.

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"We didn't really talk for that long," April said. "But probably the second one."

She had a good idea of who that other guy was, though, and privately wondered whether if she got a cloak like that, she could be just as terrifying.

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"The other one's kind of a," that was a very impolite word in Twi'lek, Atton, "so I guess you could've done worse. But yeah, that's a Jedi."