Devin was next, and he ordered his own popcorn and a vat of Coke. "Of course. When you're finished drinking, the Twizzler tastes all bubbly. That's the best."
His purchases in hand, he led the way to the inner theater. The lights were at an ambient level still, enough to guide his way to a row of four empty seats. The chintzy red fabric rubbed against his arms.
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on 2013-09-15 06:16 am (UTC)Devin was next, and he ordered his own popcorn and a vat of Coke. "Of course. When you're finished drinking, the Twizzler tastes all bubbly. That's the best."
His purchases in hand, he led the way to the inner theater. The lights were at an ambient level still, enough to guide his way to a row of four empty seats. The chintzy red fabric rubbed against his arms.
"Let the beheadings begin."