|Fic -- Saturday Night at the Movies
||[Sep. 4th, 2008|07:17 am]
Hail the Rogues!
Title: Saturday Night at the Movies
Word Count: 1000
Characters: Captain Cold, The Top/Golden Glider, Weather Wizard, Captain Boomerang, Heat Wave.
Summary: Immaturity abounds at the movie theatre!
Warnings: Some naughtiness.
Note: If you get the title reference...well, you are probably old and Canadian.
For lack of anything better to do, Mick had pleaded to go see a newly-released horror movie in the theatre, and a bunch of the other Rogues went with him. The guys had decided to go in civvies so they could enjoy a relatively quiet night out, and Lisa had tagged along to be with her brother and boyfriend.
“I can’t wait to see this!” Mick enthused as the opening credits started to roll, but the others had varying levels of interest. They just wanted something to do outside the hideout. Len sat next to him in the front row, with Lisa and Roscoe sitting one seat apart from them, and Mark and Digger sat directly behind the temperature twins. The theatre was relatively empty, with patrons scattered sparsely throughout.
As the movie progressed, some of the group became restless.
“This film is idiotic, and the effects are terribly unrealistic,” Roscoe muttered, bored, and Len shot him a withering glare. Chagrined, Roscoe rolled his eyes and shut up for the sake of harmony with his girlfriend’s brother. But Lisa saw her opportunity.
“The movie’s so scary, baby,” she lied, snuggling up to him. “Will you hold me?”
Smiling broadly, he put an arm around her as she cuddled against him and rested her head on his shoulder, and the two sat like that for a while, which made the movie more tolerable for them. But it wasn’t long before they began kissing and ignoring the film entirely.
Digger smirked when he noticed the sideshow, elbowing Mark in the arm to point them out.
“Who cares?” Mark grumbled, at least a little bit jealous. “I’m only here for the popcorn.”
Digger poked Len, eager to start trouble, but almost got his head bitten off for his efforts.
“Ignore `em,” Len said tersely, staring straight ahead but acutely embarrassed that the guys were sniggering. “Only those two would make out at a horror movie.”
This went on for ten minutes, with Len alternately trying to put the couple out of his mind and keeping an eye on them to make sure they stayed relatively chaste. The instant he noticed Roscoe’s hand slowly drifting toward Lisa’s breast, he stood up.
“Okay you two, knock it off right now!” he shouted, and several other patrons yelled at him to sit down and shut up, which he ignored. “Dillon, if you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m gonna break them.”
“Sorry…” Roscoe muttered, his face red. He was glad Len hadn’t seen Lisa’s hand right by his crotch.
Digger and Mark laughed uproariously, far more entertained by the couple’s antics than by the movie. Len glowered at them and they quieted down, but he could hear them tittering every so often, which infuriated him.
“Ugh, let’s go sit somewhere else,” Lisa complained to her boyfriend. “Somebody can’t mind his own business.” She took his hand and they got up to go sit in one of the back rows of the theatre, which only made Len madder. Now at least he wasn’t confronted with their snuggling et al, but he couldn’t discreetly keep an eye on them, either.
“They’re snogging again,” Digger cackled with glee. He wasn’t even bothering to watch the movie anymore. Only Mick and Len were still paying attention to the film.
“Shhh! You guys are too loud!” Mick protested, which simply made Mark and Digger crack up again.
“You were right, Boom…this was worth going to after all,” Mark grinned, taking another handful of popcorn, and Len gripped his armrests until his knuckles turned white.
“Whoa…hold on…hold on…what are they doing now?” Digger suddenly exclaimed in surprise, and Len immediately turned to look. Lisa had left her chair, and the top of her head could be seen bobbing just above the seats every so often as Roscoe looked down at her. Len had absolutely had enough.
“That is it!” he shouted, and ran up the aisle to confront them and beat the crap out of Roscoe. When he got to their row…he was surprised to see them both fully clothed and looking at him with puzzlement.
“What now?” Lisa asked crossly, and he stared at them.
“What…what are you doing?” he asked in confusion as she knelt on the floor and Roscoe shone a small penlight in front of her.
“My lipstick fell on the floor and rolled away under the seats. Is that okay with you?” she demanded sarcastically, and Len looked embarrassed.
“I…yes. Sorry. Uh…good luck finding it.”
He turned quickly and went back to his seat, where the other guys were laughing again.
“Sorry mate, you know what it looked like,” Digger snickered, and slapped him on the back.
“I swear I’m gonna kill all of you,” Len said through gritted teeth, which only garnered more laughter.
“Excuse me, sirs, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” said one of the ushers from the aisle, shining a flashlight on them. “You’ve been making a lot of noise, and there have been complaints.”
“Even me?” Mick asked with dismay, finally tearing his attention away from the movie. “I didn’t do anything!”
“I’m sorry, sir, but the complaints have been about the party sitting here. You’ll have to leave too.”
Mark and Digger didn’t care, and continued chuckling as they walked towards the exit, but Mick was furious and Len pointed irritably at Lisa and Roscoe, who were sitting quietly together in the back row.
“What about them? Don’t they have to leave too?”
“No sir, there haven’t been any complaints about them.”
Incensed, Len stalked away with the other guys as Lisa stuck out her tongue at him and Roscoe cracked a smile.
“Oh, I feel bad,” she whispered, giggling, in her boyfriend’s ear. “We shouldn’t have narked on them.”
“It was your idea,” he pointed out with a grin, and she put her hand on his thigh.
“Well, no point in crying over spilled milk,” she smirked as he put an arm around her and she slipped him the tongue. “Now, where were we?”