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Science Fiction/Double Feature
Nov. 5th, 2013 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whistlersmum'May the drive-in never die', Whistler thought to himself.
It was just past dusk, and The Blob was about to ooze itself across the outdoor screen. He'd hooked the speaker inside-out on the Impala's driver-side window, so the audio would project outward. He rested against the windshield, shoes off so as to not scuff the new paint on the hood. It'd cost him enough to get out of the impound and repaired. He wasn't about to cause any more damage.
A cooler full of beer sat on the roof of the car, an open can to his right. A jumbo bag of popcorn rested on his lap.
This took him back. The Globe in England; the Colliseum in Rome; watching Oedipus Rex in the original Greek. But nothing compared to a good old-fashioned drive-in theater.
And Steve McQueen. No one could touch him. Not even Olivier.
(Open to anyone.)
It was just past dusk, and The Blob was about to ooze itself across the outdoor screen. He'd hooked the speaker inside-out on the Impala's driver-side window, so the audio would project outward. He rested against the windshield, shoes off so as to not scuff the new paint on the hood. It'd cost him enough to get out of the impound and repaired. He wasn't about to cause any more damage.
A cooler full of beer sat on the roof of the car, an open can to his right. A jumbo bag of popcorn rested on his lap.
This took him back. The Globe in England; the Colliseum in Rome; watching Oedipus Rex in the original Greek. But nothing compared to a good old-fashioned drive-in theater.
And Steve McQueen. No one could touch him. Not even Olivier.
(Open to anyone.)