MHA #3; Tuesday Evening [12/18].

[died8yearsago]

So, Rosa had invited Captain Tightpants over for a...thing. A date...sorta. Not really. Maybe? Whatever, it didn't matter, it was mostly just to prove that RoboCop CyborgPolice was the greatest cop film of all time, and anyone who said otherwise was clearly just a dumb asshole.

Mostly.

Either way, she didn't exactly appreciate that there were gremlins on her balcony right now to boot, but at least they weren't trying to get in, and she'd reminded them that she was very much armed and not afraid to take advantage of it if they got it in their heads to try and get in and get all bitey and make her think she was some flighty princess again. No, apparently, they had no desire to actually come inside, they just wanted to stand out there like idiots, singing Christmas carols, and they weren't even doing a very good job of it.

And then Arlo 2 got it into her head that she wanted to join them. So now she was little out the occasional little tremulous howl to along with the so-called 'singing.'

"Oh, yeah?" Rosa asked her. "This is what we're doing today? Cool. That's not going to get old real fast or anything."

[[expecting he of the tightest of pants, but, yeah, sure, open before his arrival if anyone needs/wants to poke at her]]

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[what_the_shock]

"Never seemed like I was missing much," Miguel agreed. He munched some popcorn himself and took a drink of his beer. "Do I need to know anything before it starts?" he murmured as the movie started.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa consider that over a handful of popcorn.

"No," she said, which was pretty much her conclusion from the get-go. "It's pretty straight-forward. The plot's so simple even a baby could follow it without a problem."

Which she sounded...oddly irritated and heated about, but whatever.

[what_the_shock]

Yeah, that was a little weird, but okay, whatever.

Miguel watched as the movie continued, in a bit of an odd place - some of it was nothing at all like home, and some of it was way too much like home, and it was a really weird feeling.

It definitely meant he was rooting for the anti-corporate folks, though.

[died8yearsago]

Well, obviously. Rosa would really like to meet anyone who would root for the corporate folks so she could just punch them right in the stomach.

But, hey, if Tightpants had any issues with it, he wasn't saying anything about it, and that was what mattered. She had a ridiculous movie about a robot police officer going on a justice rampage, half-way decent beer, non-shitty popcorn, and no gremlins singing on her balcony.

God, this was so much better.

...until, of course, her latest handful of popcorn just so happened to pull out of the bag with that single unpopped kernel. Which she picked out from her palm, held up between her fingers, and just looked at Tightpants with a clearly disappointed look, shaking her head.

She took it back; worst movie date ever.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel gave her an overly innocent look. "Nobody's perfect?"

Hey, she'd promised retribution of some sort. He was curious.

And okay, the movie was good, but Rosa was more interesting.

[died8yearsago]

"Wrong," said Rosa. "I am."

She leaned forward to set the kernel on the coffee table, nodding at it as she settled back in again with a swig of beer.

"We'll just see how many of those you rack up before we're done here."

[what_the_shock]

"Humble, too," Miguel pointed out.

There was only the one. He'd been careful. It was a point of pride.