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[windeity]

JOHN EGBERT

"We came, we saw, we kicked its ass."

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normal font too!

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Comments

[windeity]

It's called suspension of belief, Nat. Sometimes that happens in cinematic history.

[robitussin]

Suspension of disbelief is just an excuse for lazy writing.

[windeity]

It's a movie from the 90s! Can you really expect anything better from them?

[robitussin]

Uh, yeah, there are movies from the 90s that are way better. The Sixth Sense came out in the 90s.

[or whatever the recolle version is. it's fine.]

[windeity]

Okay, but if you're going to pick a 90s Bruce Willis movie why wouldn't you pick Armaggedon? I am not even sure how we can be friends after this.

[...but he just starts laughing so that's fine.]

[robitussin]

Uh, because Armageddon isn't good?

[shots fired]

[windeity]

Okay, whoa, time out. You did not just insult one of the greatest disaster films of all time.

[robitussin]

There is no such thing as a good disaster movie.

[windeity]

Clearly because you have not watched any of the best ones! We are definitely fixing that right away when we get back. I refuse anything else.

[robitussin]

Ugh, fine. I'll suffer through it somehow.

[john please get better friends]

[windeity]

Good! [He can't, he's contact-drunk and tired. Instead, he settles for just leaning against her anyway.] We'll make Dave watch them, too. I think we could share some of our Saturdays at least.

[robitussin]

I mean, if you guys already have plans those days, that's totally cool.

[is she just trying to get out of disaster movies? a mystery.]

[windeity]

We plan them as we go and if I say I want to watch shitty movies all day, he'll bitch but he'll do it with me. That's how our relationship works sometimes.

[robitussin]

Yeah, but if Saturday is, like, your day, I don't want to intrude on that or anything.

[windeity]

We also have Tuesday nights. I don't think he'll mind so much if we both agree on sharing Saturday.

[robitussin]

Are you just saying that because you're technically drunk, or will he really not mind?

[windeity]

The latter. Dave likes you enough that I sincerely doubt he would mind.

[robitussin]

[She gently shoves his shoulder.]

Don't make it weird.

[windeity]

People genuinely liking you is not weird. Dork. [But he's shoved and he isn't expecting it so. You know. Down he goes. Bye Nat.]

[robitussin]

It's weird if you bring it up out of—

[Nowhere, she almost says, before he's going down. After a moment of shock, she reaches down to help him up.]

Holy shit. Are you okay? I'm so sorry, oh my god.

[windeity]

[...he's just laughing suddenly, forgive him. Sorry Natalie he is still contact-drunk and that's how that goes.]

[robitussin]

...Why are you laughing? You scared me, you jackass!

[But she grins regardless.]

[windeity]

Sorry! Sorry, it was just kind of funny to me. No other reason.

[robitussin]

[A melodramatic sigh.]

You are the worst.

[windeity]

And yet you still like me anyway! What does that say about you?