The faint, unpleasant smell of cleaning supplies mixed with ammonia filled the air of the movie theater bathroom as its incandescent lights pestered Amber's eyes and ears with their harsh light and droning hum. She didn't really know why public bathrooms were always seemingly designed with the intent of being unpleasant to be in. She didn't want to be in one for a number of reasons already—namely the fact that taking a piss in the immediate proximity of other people was always an unpleasant experience—they didn't need to actively try to make it an assault on the senses too.
It was the monthly movie date night with Abel, he had picked her up from her house roughly thirty minutes ago for them to come see Baby Driver together. Abel was currently outside, likely still stuck in line at the concession stand, while Amber had just finished washing her hands and was currently staring into the eyes of her own reflection. She did a surprisingly good job on her makeup before Abel picked her up, but she hadn't put on anything special for the night, instead she was wearing her usual outfit, which could probably be best described as "stoner chic".
Blue, do you think I look like a stoner?
Amber, you are a stoner. You smoked and played video games with Erika just a few days ago.
Okay yeah, but do I look like one?
I think you look pretty, how about that.
Aww, thanks. Also fuck you for complimenting me.
She playfully stuck out her tongue at the mirror, her silver stud tongue piercing glinting in the harsh light, before returning her tongue to her mouth and grinning at herself. That was enough time spent standing almost alone in a dirty bathroom and talking to her tulpa, now it was time to get back to the date.
She exited the bathroom with haste, re-entering the theater foyer, and catching a glimpse of Abel near the front of the concession line. It occurred to her just then that she never actually told him what to get for her, as she had made a beeline to the bathroom as soon as they got inside. Well, she was sure he would know what to get for her, it wasn't like they hadn't been to the movie theater before plenty of times. Wandering over to the concession stand, Amber went straight for Abel at the register, ignoring the people in the line behind him and unbeknownst to her receiving plenty of angry glares for her trouble.
"Abel!" She exclaimed, ambushing him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Whatcha gettin'?"
Date Night For The Dead
WISE FWOM YOUW GWAVES, AMBEW AND ABEL
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"Hey, Babe!" Abel flashed a dopey grin at Amber and pecked her on the cheek. It was only a few minutes, but he kinda was starting to get worried she got lost or fell in the toilet or something. Why did girls always take freaking forever in the bathroom? The world may never know.
The people back in line were glaring at them. Did he do something? Eh, whatever. They were probably just 30 and old and jelly over seeing someone with the cutest girl this side of the Smokies.
The guy at the register stared at him bored and dull-eyed like it was his turn... to... order. Hehe, whoops.
"Hey, man, just a large popcorn for us." Abel fetched his wallet from his pants and pulled out the bankroll of 1's and 5's, but not before suspiciously half-patting the somewhat suspicious round-ish lumps in his coat pockets and winking at Amber. Maybe he was kinda cheap, but also thank God for jacket weather. Fuck outta here with those theater/hostage situation taxes. Plus they never had Mello-Yello, so what was a guy supposed to do other than settle for that Mountain Dew crap?
Abel paid the man and stepped out of line with his arm wrapped around Amber as the other girl behind the counter ran around like crazy fulfilling orders. He pecked her again before breaking his arm away. "D'ya wanna go claim our seats? I'll be right behind ya."
The people back in line were glaring at them. Did he do something? Eh, whatever. They were probably just 30 and old and jelly over seeing someone with the cutest girl this side of the Smokies.
The guy at the register stared at him bored and dull-eyed like it was his turn... to... order. Hehe, whoops.
"Hey, man, just a large popcorn for us." Abel fetched his wallet from his pants and pulled out the bankroll of 1's and 5's, but not before suspiciously half-patting the somewhat suspicious round-ish lumps in his coat pockets and winking at Amber. Maybe he was kinda cheap, but also thank God for jacket weather. Fuck outta here with those theater/hostage situation taxes. Plus they never had Mello-Yello, so what was a guy supposed to do other than settle for that Mountain Dew crap?
Abel paid the man and stepped out of line with his arm wrapped around Amber as the other girl behind the counter ran around like crazy fulfilling orders. He pecked her again before breaking his arm away. "D'ya wanna go claim our seats? I'll be right behind ya."
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Amber couldn't help but smile and let out a few small giggles as Abel kissed her, the familiar warm and fuzzy feeling she always felt around him returning to her. She almost wanted to pull him in for a real kiss, but that could wait until they were at least out of view of the concession line. After all, she imagined that nobody wanted to see them making out in broad daylight, and she was willing to respect the boundaries of her imaginary idea of the public.
She appreciated that Abel was bringing in his own snacks rather than exclusively buying the extremely overpriced concessions. She loved going to movie theater, but that was for the cinematic experience, not the food. Except for the popcorn, of course, that was a part of the cinematic experience. The butter-smothered part.
Though, it probably wasn't a very good idea for Abel to so obviously show off that he was sneaking something in, but she doubted that the probably underpaid workers of this place would actually care anyway.
"Will do!" She chirped, giving him a wink and grin, before turning tail and rushing towards the theaters.
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When Amber arrived in the theater roughly ten minutes before the movie was supposed to start, she was greeted by row after row of empty seats. There were only a handful of people present—six, by her count—and while she imagined at least a few more would come in before the movie started, it looked like she and Abel would have it mostly to themselves. Perks of taking a few weeks to come and see new releases: most people who wanted to watch it will likely have already seen it.
Amber bounced up the stairs towards the topmost row, the change in her hoodie pockets clinking gently as she did so. She knew that most people preferred the center, and some people with poor vision preferred the front, but Amber personally loved the highest, furthest rows from the screen. When she was watching alone, being at the top often helped her tune out the people around her and focus entirely on the movie, and when she was with Abel, being at the back made sure nobody behind them would have to watch them making out in the theater.
Picking out one of the spots in the dead center, the slight hum of the projector audible just above her head, Amber took at seat on the red, velvet chair. As soon as she sunk into the seat, she immediately felt a wave of utter calm wash over her. Being in the theater felt natural to her. So long as she was here, she didn't have to worry about school, or random drama between the cheer squad, or whether or not she was a complete weirdo that nobody actually liked. For a few hours, she could tune all that out, and just focus on the movie.
And Abel, of course.
Where is he, by the way? Certainly getting concessions wouldn't take that long.
Um... good question...
She appreciated that Abel was bringing in his own snacks rather than exclusively buying the extremely overpriced concessions. She loved going to movie theater, but that was for the cinematic experience, not the food. Except for the popcorn, of course, that was a part of the cinematic experience. The butter-smothered part.
Though, it probably wasn't a very good idea for Abel to so obviously show off that he was sneaking something in, but she doubted that the probably underpaid workers of this place would actually care anyway.
"Will do!" She chirped, giving him a wink and grin, before turning tail and rushing towards the theaters.
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When Amber arrived in the theater roughly ten minutes before the movie was supposed to start, she was greeted by row after row of empty seats. There were only a handful of people present—six, by her count—and while she imagined at least a few more would come in before the movie started, it looked like she and Abel would have it mostly to themselves. Perks of taking a few weeks to come and see new releases: most people who wanted to watch it will likely have already seen it.
Amber bounced up the stairs towards the topmost row, the change in her hoodie pockets clinking gently as she did so. She knew that most people preferred the center, and some people with poor vision preferred the front, but Amber personally loved the highest, furthest rows from the screen. When she was watching alone, being at the top often helped her tune out the people around her and focus entirely on the movie, and when she was with Abel, being at the back made sure nobody behind them would have to watch them making out in the theater.
Picking out one of the spots in the dead center, the slight hum of the projector audible just above her head, Amber took at seat on the red, velvet chair. As soon as she sunk into the seat, she immediately felt a wave of utter calm wash over her. Being in the theater felt natural to her. So long as she was here, she didn't have to worry about school, or random drama between the cheer squad, or whether or not she was a complete weirdo that nobody actually liked. For a few hours, she could tune all that out, and just focus on the movie.
And Abel, of course.
Where is he, by the way? Certainly getting concessions wouldn't take that long.
Um... good question...
Several more minutes passed, and there was still no sign of Abel. Not until he poked his head around from the entrance, standing in the dark with a big thing of popcorn along with a drink carrier doubling as a candy caddie in the spaces not occupied by the two drinks.
At least it was pretty easy to find Amber. This place was deader than a mortician convention. Not that he was complaining, the less people the better, especially when there was less risk of some snot-nosed kid behind you turning your seat into a wonky massage chair.
He nodded his head at her and carefully maneuvered up the stairs and slide on in the row and plopped down next to her, accidentally knocking a popcorn kernel or two overboard onto the surprisingly non-sticky floor.
"Sorry about the wait," he said while trying to awkwardly reposition himself in the seat with his hands full, "Some old dude snitched, but they just took my stuff and let me get back in line. They're outta like.... everything, so I just got Pepsi's and a bunch of Kit-Kat's if that's aight."
At least it was pretty easy to find Amber. This place was deader than a mortician convention. Not that he was complaining, the less people the better, especially when there was less risk of some snot-nosed kid behind you turning your seat into a wonky massage chair.
He nodded his head at her and carefully maneuvered up the stairs and slide on in the row and plopped down next to her, accidentally knocking a popcorn kernel or two overboard onto the surprisingly non-sticky floor.
"Sorry about the wait," he said while trying to awkwardly reposition himself in the seat with his hands full, "Some old dude snitched, but they just took my stuff and let me get back in line. They're outta like.... everything, so I just got Pepsi's and a bunch of Kit-Kat's if that's aight."
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"Yeah, that's cool!" Amber replied, with a cheeky grin.
Everything considered, it could've been much worse. Abel could've gotten kicked out, for instance, and then they would've either had to cancel the movie night and figure out something else to do, or worse, she could've been stuck in the theater alone as Abel sulked over his mistake. In light of that, this was an acceptable outcome. She didn't mind losing the extra snacks, even if they would've been nice her main concern had just been the popcorn.
Figured that some old geezer would try to ruin their fun, though. There was nothing wrong with sneaking some snacks into a movie theater. Well, besides the fact that theaters were more like junk food restaurants that also happened to have movies going by their business model, since they usually sold tickets at a loss and overprice the concessions to make up for that. She'd actually learned that from watching a movie, how quaint.
Wait, hold on. Has anyone ever thought to have an actual restaurant in a movie theater?
Probably. Seems like a pretty basic idea.
Still, it wasn't her problem if they happened to bring some snacks in all tricksy-like. At least, not until everyone started doing it and then the movie theaters slowly died out as they were steadily choked of funds. Still, though, wouldn't market forces innovate to try and meet the movie goer demand if there was no supply to match it? That was how she thought capitalism was supposed to work, anyway. Maybe she was in a bit over her head with that, she probably slept through that portion of economics class. Wait, was there even an economics class at George Hunter?
Amber. You're on a date.
Oh, right. Yeah!
Amber leaned over in her chair and gave Abel a peck on the cheek.
"Thanks for getting the concessions, babe," she said with a smile, before excitedly grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it into her mouth all at once like she was some kind of butter goblin.
Probably not the cutest thing she could do on a date, but if Abel wasn't used to her little quirks at this point then she had no idea why he would still be dating her. He probably found it cute, if anything, since he stuck around this long. Sorta like she was accidentally doing the whole dumb puppy routine, except on purpose. Sorta kinda. Actually wait, shit. She forgot to take out her tongue piercing before she shoved all that popcorn in her mouth. Ugh, that was going to be such a bitch to clean later.
She swallowed the mouthful of popcorn, turning her head away from Abel briefly to take out the tongue piercing. It was rather predictably wet between her fingers, and there was a rather persistent strand of saliva clinging to it even as she pulled it away from her tongue, probably from the butter, if she had to guess. She ain't no chemist, though. Or biologist. Or anything, really.
Aw, Amber. Give yourself more credit. You're good at lots of things!
Name one thing.
Soccer.
Name two more things.
Cheerleading. Being a good friend.
...Name one more thing.
Well there was the time you took that huge bong rip that Erika didn't think you could manage-
Okay, I think that's enough.
Putting the piercing away in her jacket pocket, she turned back to Abel, beaming. "Excited for the movie, babe? I heard this one was a good one! Interesting use of music in time with the on screen events."
Everything considered, it could've been much worse. Abel could've gotten kicked out, for instance, and then they would've either had to cancel the movie night and figure out something else to do, or worse, she could've been stuck in the theater alone as Abel sulked over his mistake. In light of that, this was an acceptable outcome. She didn't mind losing the extra snacks, even if they would've been nice her main concern had just been the popcorn.
Figured that some old geezer would try to ruin their fun, though. There was nothing wrong with sneaking some snacks into a movie theater. Well, besides the fact that theaters were more like junk food restaurants that also happened to have movies going by their business model, since they usually sold tickets at a loss and overprice the concessions to make up for that. She'd actually learned that from watching a movie, how quaint.
Wait, hold on. Has anyone ever thought to have an actual restaurant in a movie theater?
Probably. Seems like a pretty basic idea.
Still, it wasn't her problem if they happened to bring some snacks in all tricksy-like. At least, not until everyone started doing it and then the movie theaters slowly died out as they were steadily choked of funds. Still, though, wouldn't market forces innovate to try and meet the movie goer demand if there was no supply to match it? That was how she thought capitalism was supposed to work, anyway. Maybe she was in a bit over her head with that, she probably slept through that portion of economics class. Wait, was there even an economics class at George Hunter?
Amber. You're on a date.
Oh, right. Yeah!
Amber leaned over in her chair and gave Abel a peck on the cheek.
"Thanks for getting the concessions, babe," she said with a smile, before excitedly grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it into her mouth all at once like she was some kind of butter goblin.
Probably not the cutest thing she could do on a date, but if Abel wasn't used to her little quirks at this point then she had no idea why he would still be dating her. He probably found it cute, if anything, since he stuck around this long. Sorta like she was accidentally doing the whole dumb puppy routine, except on purpose. Sorta kinda. Actually wait, shit. She forgot to take out her tongue piercing before she shoved all that popcorn in her mouth. Ugh, that was going to be such a bitch to clean later.
She swallowed the mouthful of popcorn, turning her head away from Abel briefly to take out the tongue piercing. It was rather predictably wet between her fingers, and there was a rather persistent strand of saliva clinging to it even as she pulled it away from her tongue, probably from the butter, if she had to guess. She ain't no chemist, though. Or biologist. Or anything, really.
Aw, Amber. Give yourself more credit. You're good at lots of things!
Name one thing.
Soccer.
Name two more things.
Cheerleading. Being a good friend.
...Name one more thing.
Well there was the time you took that huge bong rip that Erika didn't think you could manage-
Okay, I think that's enough.
Putting the piercing away in her jacket pocket, she turned back to Abel, beaming. "Excited for the movie, babe? I heard this one was a good one! Interesting use of music in time with the on screen events."