Crack Open the Bourbon and Pass the Popcorn

[velveteenwolf]

When: Saturday Evening; November 9th
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe for drunk teenagers behaving badly
Characters: Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey, Julie Grigio and her kitten and maybe her zombie boyfriend?
Summary:Today sucked like woah so Peter is recruiting Julie and Roman into drinking and watching terrible movies about guys in suits that kill aliens. Following the threads here and here.



Peter said twenty minutes, and it's probably close to fifteen when he shows up, looking definitely worse for wear, and he's got two bottles of booze in one hand, and a bag that contains (among other things) a bag of butterscotch candies and a box of microwave popcorn. Julie has to movies and Roman is... Roman, so that should make for a good night. Probably not a particularly late night considering he is still fighting the urge to just curl up in bed and die, but movies, liquor, good company... it's enough for now, anyway.

He knocks on the door, leaning against the wall as he waits. Hopefully Roman will be here soon. They didn't come together; Peter had been off at Derek's, and then he'd been hiding in the woods, which wasn't cowardly in the least. So he's not quite sure where in the City he is, and he exhales, letting out a long sigh as he waits for the door to open or a ridiculously tall perfectly dressed jerk that Peter is unreasonably attached to.

Comments

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman is indeed Roman. Drifting a little too much in his head but putting on a decent gameface to be able to socialize. That's the fucking point, isn't it? The curse got under his skin. Again. The truth is that it is not hard but there are more things around to be occupied with. Julie. Peter. ...who or whatever R is.

If there was something he could do more for his sister it would be done right now. He takes a sip from his flask for courage and because he is a firm believer in pregame prep.

Not far behind Peter maybe another ten minutes or so. Whoops.]

[grigio]

[Julie has to coral Paintbrush before she can get the door. The kitten is being a lunatic, chasing it's shadow and running away and the sound of someone at the door sent it into a full on freak-out. There were pounces and playful swipes at Julie's hand, nothing that ever drew blood.

It just made it hard to actually get her hands on the animal. When she did, the calico instantly settled, happy to just chew on the end of Julie's hair.

She pulls the door open, giving Peter a small smile before looking over his shoulder at the approaching Roman.

Two of her favorite people in the City and said city had done them a disservice. But she wasn't going to pry at all. She wouldn't ever unless she thought they needed to talk.

That wasn't what tonight was about. Tonight was about booze and Tommy Lee Jones delivering some of the most hilarious lines as stoically as possible and cussing out giant roaches that wear Edgar suits.]

Hey. I have Doritos. Did you want to watch the movie in my suite or the living room?

[velveteenwolf]

Living room is fine by me as long as there's someplace comfy to lounge on. Elsewise, your suite and I'm totally stealing part of the bed.

[He doesn't bother trying to fake a smile for her, but he does hold up the liquor with a lift of his eyebrows. Two bottles, enough to get them all at least tipsy, and maybe drunk, depending on if they mix it or not.]

I see the cat is doing well.

[He shifts the bottles, reaching a hand out, acting like he's going to poke its nose, but his hand dodges those paws. Of course, tonight even Paintbrush comes with a hint of melancholy. A grey stray whose neck he'd snapped as a sacrifice. He'd given so much, given everything, and he'd still lost.]

[saturniapavonia]

[Roman has been nursing his flask while sulking alone. It also has served him well to keep puffing on cigarettes. Physical vices that take the edge off of misery.

At Julie's welcome he does up nod a hello and even smile just a little. A get together of the friendly sort. Relax, he tells himself.

His kingdom for Xanax right now.]

Whichever is cool.

[Roman can't even look at the cat.]