Science Fiction/Double Feature
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'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.
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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.)
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on 2013-11-22 07:17 pm (UTC)"Just 'cuz yer paranoid, doesn't mean yer wrong," he added with a wink, the visual directed to Theresa.
"The movie's about to get good. There's more beer here if anyone wants. Don't be shy."
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on 2013-11-22 07:34 pm (UTC)She climbed off of the Beetle and snagged another beer from Whistler's cooler, then returned to her own vehicle. The bottle cap was twisted off, then tossed to the ground to join the cigarette butts and other trash that already littered the area. Unlife was good.