Jonny sat up to take the proffered bottle. “Nothing yet. Just a lot of shooting, though you missed a particularly gruesome and verra. bloody. exchange of bullets and gore,” he enthused. “The good part’s coming up, though.” He leaned to one side as Ewan climbed over the back of the couch, settling back into place. “If you think this one’s over the top, then you should see A Better Tomorrow Part Two. Now that’s bloodshed,” he nodded in emphasis.
They watched the rest of the movie in wide-eyed silence, only moving once the credits started rolling. Jonny leaned forward to set his half-empty beer bottle, rubbing his eyes in fatigue. He glanced at his watch, “Christ, this is bad.” He grimaced, “It’s not even ten!”
Ewan nodded, grimacing at the macabre spread across the screen. "We'll watch it another time," he said blankly as he tilted his head to the side to catch the details of a particularly nasty wound.
He sat agape as the movie ended, refusing to admit that his stomach held a slight twinge over all the carnage. Stretching his arms above him, he shook his head, "Mmm, we've had quite the busy week, mate. Besides, no matter how short the travelling distance, it always makes me fucking tired."
Ewan dropped his arms carelessly, ignoring the sluggishness that was settling in. He glanced over at Jonny, rolling his eyes at the half-slitted eyes that stared back at him, "Well? What ideas have you to drop this lethargy?"
Jonny leaned his head back and snickered, “This was my idea.” He pointed at a stack of DVDs by the telly. Lightning flashed through the window as the sound of raindrops filled the silence. “It seemed like a good one at the time.” He tilted his head to the door, “It’s not exactly the best night to be out but if you want to make a go of it…”
He stood, giving an elaborate stretch as his shirt pulled slightly, exposing a small patch of skin that he began scratching absently. Jonny grabbed his beer, finishing the rest quickly before taking Ewan’s empty bottle, making his way to the kitchen.
“What do you think?” He set the empty bottles down before rifling through the refrigerator for replacements. “Personally,” he called out, “I’m fine here. But if you want to go out, yeah, we can do that instead.”
He nudged the door open with a negligible push of his elbow. “Here,” he said to Ewan as he leaned over the back of the couch while handing over another beer. He smiled a little, “I’m fresh out of ideas, I’m afraid. I’m blaming the weather.”
"Well, I know that was your idea, Jon. But we've already been through three rather lengthy combat films, and I fear a chick flick coming on. Probably one of yours, even." Ewan yawned again, shoving his hand back through already mussed hair as he followed Jonny's gaze out the window. He frowned at the offending sheets of rain coming down, shrugging his shoulders in thought
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Well you can expect home remedies, but nothing creepy. Soup and tea and the like, sorry to disappoint. If you really want creepy I can see what I can do.
Kate, you'll have to excuse the poor man. Christ, a little rain and he gets all grumpy. I, on the other hand, would love some soup. See? I have a bit of a sniffle.
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They watched the rest of the movie in wide-eyed silence, only moving once the credits started rolling. Jonny leaned forward to set his half-empty beer bottle, rubbing his eyes in fatigue. He glanced at his watch, “Christ, this is bad.” He grimaced, “It’s not even ten!”
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He sat agape as the movie ended, refusing to admit that his stomach held a slight twinge over all the carnage. Stretching his arms above him, he shook his head, "Mmm, we've had quite the busy week, mate. Besides, no matter how short the travelling distance, it always makes me fucking tired."
Ewan dropped his arms carelessly, ignoring the sluggishness that was settling in. He glanced over at Jonny, rolling his eyes at the half-slitted eyes that stared back at him, "Well? What ideas have you to drop this lethargy?"
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He stood, giving an elaborate stretch as his shirt pulled slightly, exposing a small patch of skin that he began scratching absently. Jonny grabbed his beer, finishing the rest quickly before taking Ewan’s empty bottle, making his way to the kitchen.
“What do you think?” He set the empty bottles down before rifling through the refrigerator for replacements. “Personally,” he called out, “I’m fine here. But if you want to go out, yeah, we can do that instead.”
He nudged the door open with a negligible push of his elbow. “Here,” he said to Ewan as he leaned over the back of the couch while handing over another beer. He smiled a little, “I’m fresh out of ideas, I’m afraid. I’m blaming the weather.”
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