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 shrugged. "We have an arrangement," he said. "I tip her, and she makes sure I'm not bored."

He was gonna go get another drink now.

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"Hey, whatever works, dude," April said, because seriously, she didn't give a shit. "Just don't hold us up when we're running from zombies by staring at her boobs."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton waved a hand. "Trust me, my self-preservation instinct always comes first," he said. "...Unlike these fine folks in this thing."

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"Congrats on not being one of these morons," April said, reaching toward the other couch to deliver a high-five.

[suitably_heroic]

"To us being the best last hope of humanity," Atton deadpanned, "Or something like that."

He returned the high-five.

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Satisfactorily high-fived, April flopped back against the couch. "Should maybe do a lesson on this in the class I'm teaching in September," she mused. "...But that would mean helping idiots live. So maybe not."

[suitably_heroic]

"Wait, you're teaching?"

Atton was almost impressed by the bit where she apparently managed to work up the power to care enough. "What?"

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"Apparently." She rolled her eyes. "My parents think I need to do more crap than only bartending once a week. Something about maximizing my involvement with the outside world."

[suitably_heroic]

"So?" Atton said, leaning back. "Tell them to mind their own business."

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April shrugged. "It won't suck that much." Plus her parents were outrageously generous with her, so, best not to burn that bridge. "Anyway now I'll get to teach you guys how to not do shit. Valuable lessons and all that."

[suitably_heroic]

"I think I figured out how not to do shit when I was ten years old," Atton drawled, "But then not everybody seems to have my instincts."

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"Definitely not that moron," April agreed, nodding toward a guy in the movie who had decided that going in to work on the day of the zombie apocalypse was a good idea, and was now getting eaten. "Or like, half the people that other week who were fighting and blowing crap up and whatever."

April had preferred to just tough it out in detention until being freed, at which point she'd gone for burgers. Much saner.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged. "Hey, I moved in and I came out all right after the initial stabbing," he said. "But then we broke in while everyone else was punching each other's lights out somewhere else."

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"Not bad," April decided after a moment. "I was in detention. Crazy bitch thought I was hiding powers or something 'cause she couldn't put that spell on me."