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ax_mainMovie Night - and Aliens is the movie of choice. Too bad everyone wasn't exactly on board.
It took practically no convincing to get Goody to agree to a pizza and movies night in the common room. In fact, had taken more work to get past Billy's biases against fantastic fiction and get on board with Pam's selection for the night - Alien - but he'd come around without much that much coaxing. Spending time with Goody, Pam, and Alex was hardly a chore, after all.
Billy spent the first fifteen minutes or so of the movie sprawled on the floor with Pam, paying more attention to the food than to the screen. As the suspense began to rachet up, however, he inched his way up onto the couch, settled in protectively beside Goodnight. By the time Kane had seemingly recovered from his run-in with the face-grasping alien, Billy was pressed against Goodnight's side and frowning.
"They really should have left him outside," he muttered.
"Well, yeah. That's what happens in all the best horror movies," Pam explained. Having yielded the couch's seats to Billy and Goodnight, she was still on the floor leaning back against Alex, her plate still sporting half a piece of pizza that she was absently nibbling at when she happened to think of it. "Someone does something really fucking stupid, and everything that happens afterwards is all their fault."
"This is so not going to end well. This is so not going to end well," Alex chanted to himself quietly behind Pam, paper plate with three-quarters of a slice forgotten next to his left hand. His right was bunched up in the material of Pam's shirt. Something was about to happen, and he was pretty sure he wasn't going to like it. "This is so not going to end well.
Goody chuckled and shifted an arm over Billy's shoulders. It wasn't often Billy was unsettled by anything, and he'd be lying if he said that wasn't as entertaining as the movie--which happened to be a favorite of his, anyhow. "That's half the joy of it. Truth be told, this might be my favorite part..."
Billy blinked at him. "The dinner? Why?"
The answer came a moment later as, on-screen, Kane convulsed and began to seize atop the mess hall table. Billy sucked air through his teeth and threw a shielding arm out in from of Goodnight as Kane's chest exploded in a geyser of blood.
"The FUCK?!"
"OhJesusShitBallsFuck, that was even worse than I thought," Alex yelped, immediately burying his head in Pam's shoulder. "Who picked this movie? Why did we think horrible bugs bursting out of people's chest cavities was a good idea? Who do I have to blow up in Hollywood to make sure nothing like this happens again?"
Pam nearly doubled over laughing at Billy and Alex's reactions, then reached back and patted Alex's leg. "Too late. There's a fuckload of sequels. And come on, that was awesome!"
Goody was practically howling as the alien cracked its slimy, bloody way out of the man's chest. He patted the arm Billy had thrown across him protectively. "The second movie is even better, in my estimation. Though you don't get one of these, not like this!"
A second later, Goodnight was in a headlock, being additionally assaulted with a rapid-fire barrage of Korean. Judging from Billy's occasional dips into French and English, he didn't know enough profanity in his native language to give Goodnight the cursing out he truly deserved.
Goody just howled harder, submitting entirely to Billy's physical superiority... except the bit where he dug a finger into Billy's ribs to tickle him.
"That was awesomely traumatic," Alex groused, slowly emerging from behind Pam to glower at the movie as it continued to unfold, heedless of how badly it had damaged his teenage psyche. "Next time, I get to pick the movie."
"Which means we're watching a chick flick next time," Pam teased. She snuggled back against Alex and tilted her head back to smirk up at him.
Billy wound up pinning Goodnight face-down on the couch and sitting on him to keep him there before he turned his attention back to the screen. "So they're going to kill it, right? Before it does that again?"
Goody gave in with extreme good nature. He put his hands behind his head and turned to look at the screen, making no move to dislodge Billy. "I reckon you just have to watch and find out."
"This is one of those times I wouldn't mind having the movie spoiled that much," contributed Alex, the abruptly poked Pam in her side. "And what's wrong with a romantic comedy every now and then? All this adrenaline you're soaking up can't be good for you, you know."
Pam let out a sound that was midway between a gasp and a squeak and flipped around so she was kneeling with one knee between Alex's legs, the other on his thigh, and one hand on his shoulder holding him back against the chair. "Might be good for you later," she pointed out with a smirk as her other hand reached down to stroke his leg teasingly. "Unless you'd rather watch Love Simon?"
"We could maybe put a pin in that," Alex managed to get out, joining his hands at the small of Pam's back. "See how we feel at the end of your terror-soaked horrorfest of evil."
Billy watched Pam and Alex go sweet on each other for a moment, then, grudgingly, gave up his perch on Goodnight's ribs and allowed him to sit back up... but only so he could sprawl across his lap. Penance on some level was still required.
"Do you think we could make one of those things in the Danger Room?"
Goody grunted as Billy flopped on him, this time more easily, and settled his hand at Billy's side. "That's genius. We should do the Xenomorph. Give her a maze to occupy."
Pam smirked at Alex, brushed her fingers up just a little higher - then turned and settled back down between his legs, facing the TV as if nothing had ever happened. "I'm for that. Try to get through the maze while she's chasing us?" It'd be a nice change of pace from the T-Rex, anyway.
"Crap," Alex complained, arms wrapped around Pam's middle and holding her against his chest, cheeks flushed from the feeling of her wandering hands, "I'll still be outvoted, even if I try to list all the reasons this is a terrible idea. Well, when we're all chest-bursted and covered in acid and have had our skulls caved in by secondary jaws, don't any of you come crying to me. I'm on the record saying this will not end well." Not that he wouldn't join them; that wasn't really a question. If they were going to be in that kind of situation, whether they chose it or not, he would most definitely be there to back them up. Probably bitching the whole time.
Billy frowned and looked up from his seat. "Why are you talking like that?" He glanced back at the screen. "Shit. It gets bigger?" He glared at Pam, then Goody. "Alex is definitely picking the movie next time."
"I'd be for Love, Simon," Goody offered cheerfully. Alex was a hoot; Goody couldn't help still laughing.
Pam just snuggled back against Alex and grinned. Maybe it wasn't a danger room session, but movie night? Didn't really suck.
-----
It would have been a stretch - an impossibility, really - to say that Billy had decided he didn't like Goodnight anymore. But he had decided it wouldn't kill him to sit by himself for a while and went to hunker next to Alex instead. (Because, really, Pam was almost in as much disfavor as Goodnight.)
Problem was, the more intense things got on the screen, the more Billy got restless about Goodnight not having anyone to guard him. Which was stupid, because he knew there was no real danger. Even if the creature was getting bigger. And stalking people in conduits.
Billy grudgingly moved back over to Goodnight and plunked down at his side. "I should just let it eat you," he muttered.
"You couldn't," Goody said with a chuckle. He'd been too entertained by Billy's show of disfavor to mind it at all. It was just another form of attention, wasn't it? "C'mon, it's a cool movie and you know it."
"Besides, things in movies can't eat you," Pam pointed out practically. "And it's not even 3D." She looked up at Alex, having taken over his lap as a pillow. "Is Aliens out in 3D? Because that'd be cool."
"Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it never will," Alex argued pugnaciously. One hand rested idly on Pam's stomach; the other was balled up tight in the fabric of his pajama bottoms. "And you can't seriously want all this tense build up and the jump scares in more than two dimensions--it's already more in my face than I want it to be. Adrenalin junkie."
"I know it's not real," Billy protested. "It's just, you know, intense..."
"All the adrenaline rush, none of the actual danger," Goody reasoned. Then he snorted at Alex. "For now. Apparently. Assuming we don't start bringing back xenomorphs from space."
"If anyone does, we don't let them back on the ship," Billy muttered darkly. He snaked an arm around Goodnight's waist. Any actual threat of Goodnight being devoured by bugs from deep space was not to be considered.
"We don't even have a ship," Pam pointed out practically. "Though I heard the other Billy's boyfriend's an alien. Maybe he's got one?" She looked up at Alex and smirked. "We could always ask him to import some of those alien bugs from Independence Day instead. If it's just the xenomorphs you've got issues with."
"Letting one set of aliens in is how you end up with xenomorphs," Alex harrumphed. "You never know who--or what--is an incubator. And don't we have enough problems on Earth without going out beyond the solar system looking for new ones?"
Goody couldn't stop laughing. "Now, I think assuming any aliens would plant themselves in our chests is xenophobic, y'all. Let's be more welcoming and not let the horror of this film ruin our welcome wagon."
Billy blinked. They couldn't possibly mean that Teddy, shapeshifter or not, was actually one of the things on screen. There had to be different sorts of aliens. Real ones and fake ones, like the movie monster.
"You're sure these things are fake, right?"
Pam opened her mouth to reply that no, she wasn't sure at all - then remembered that Billy wasn't being stupid, he honestly didn't know. Which made it mean to fuck with him. "Yeah, the movie's been around forever, and I've never heard of anyone actually having an alien jump out of their chest," Pam assured him instead. "It's all bullshit. We're just fucking around."
Billy sighed and leaned back against Goodnight. This was the part he didn't like about watching fake stuff. And he didn't know why everyone had to treat it like something to be fixed.
"You're fucking around, maybe," Alex grumbled. "I am venting my extremely legitimate concern about having my chest cavity exploded from the inside by lifeforms previously unknown to terrestrial science." His eyes flickered toward Billy. "I might just be a paranoid mess, at this point, though."
"Actual aliens are new to all of us." Goody slid an arm over Billy's shoulders and squeezed. "This kind of alien, on the other hand, is purely fictional--no matter what Alex's fevered, paranoid imagination might tell him."
Laughing, Pam grinned up at Alex. "Will it make you feel better if I promise to stab anything that jumps out of your chest?" she asked.
"You would stab me for drinking the last soda in the fridge," he returned grumpily. "I take it as a given you'll do the same thing to anything that comes out of my chest cavity."
It took practically no convincing to get Goody to agree to a pizza and movies night in the common room. In fact, had taken more work to get past Billy's biases against fantastic fiction and get on board with Pam's selection for the night - Alien - but he'd come around without much that much coaxing. Spending time with Goody, Pam, and Alex was hardly a chore, after all.
Billy spent the first fifteen minutes or so of the movie sprawled on the floor with Pam, paying more attention to the food than to the screen. As the suspense began to rachet up, however, he inched his way up onto the couch, settled in protectively beside Goodnight. By the time Kane had seemingly recovered from his run-in with the face-grasping alien, Billy was pressed against Goodnight's side and frowning.
"They really should have left him outside," he muttered.
"Well, yeah. That's what happens in all the best horror movies," Pam explained. Having yielded the couch's seats to Billy and Goodnight, she was still on the floor leaning back against Alex, her plate still sporting half a piece of pizza that she was absently nibbling at when she happened to think of it. "Someone does something really fucking stupid, and everything that happens afterwards is all their fault."
"This is so not going to end well. This is so not going to end well," Alex chanted to himself quietly behind Pam, paper plate with three-quarters of a slice forgotten next to his left hand. His right was bunched up in the material of Pam's shirt. Something was about to happen, and he was pretty sure he wasn't going to like it. "This is so not going to end well.
Goody chuckled and shifted an arm over Billy's shoulders. It wasn't often Billy was unsettled by anything, and he'd be lying if he said that wasn't as entertaining as the movie--which happened to be a favorite of his, anyhow. "That's half the joy of it. Truth be told, this might be my favorite part..."
Billy blinked at him. "The dinner? Why?"
The answer came a moment later as, on-screen, Kane convulsed and began to seize atop the mess hall table. Billy sucked air through his teeth and threw a shielding arm out in from of Goodnight as Kane's chest exploded in a geyser of blood.
"The FUCK?!"
"OhJesusShitBallsFuck, that was even worse than I thought," Alex yelped, immediately burying his head in Pam's shoulder. "Who picked this movie? Why did we think horrible bugs bursting out of people's chest cavities was a good idea? Who do I have to blow up in Hollywood to make sure nothing like this happens again?"
Pam nearly doubled over laughing at Billy and Alex's reactions, then reached back and patted Alex's leg. "Too late. There's a fuckload of sequels. And come on, that was awesome!"
Goody was practically howling as the alien cracked its slimy, bloody way out of the man's chest. He patted the arm Billy had thrown across him protectively. "The second movie is even better, in my estimation. Though you don't get one of these, not like this!"
A second later, Goodnight was in a headlock, being additionally assaulted with a rapid-fire barrage of Korean. Judging from Billy's occasional dips into French and English, he didn't know enough profanity in his native language to give Goodnight the cursing out he truly deserved.
Goody just howled harder, submitting entirely to Billy's physical superiority... except the bit where he dug a finger into Billy's ribs to tickle him.
"That was awesomely traumatic," Alex groused, slowly emerging from behind Pam to glower at the movie as it continued to unfold, heedless of how badly it had damaged his teenage psyche. "Next time, I get to pick the movie."
"Which means we're watching a chick flick next time," Pam teased. She snuggled back against Alex and tilted her head back to smirk up at him.
Billy wound up pinning Goodnight face-down on the couch and sitting on him to keep him there before he turned his attention back to the screen. "So they're going to kill it, right? Before it does that again?"
Goody gave in with extreme good nature. He put his hands behind his head and turned to look at the screen, making no move to dislodge Billy. "I reckon you just have to watch and find out."
"This is one of those times I wouldn't mind having the movie spoiled that much," contributed Alex, the abruptly poked Pam in her side. "And what's wrong with a romantic comedy every now and then? All this adrenaline you're soaking up can't be good for you, you know."
Pam let out a sound that was midway between a gasp and a squeak and flipped around so she was kneeling with one knee between Alex's legs, the other on his thigh, and one hand on his shoulder holding him back against the chair. "Might be good for you later," she pointed out with a smirk as her other hand reached down to stroke his leg teasingly. "Unless you'd rather watch Love Simon?"
"We could maybe put a pin in that," Alex managed to get out, joining his hands at the small of Pam's back. "See how we feel at the end of your terror-soaked horrorfest of evil."
Billy watched Pam and Alex go sweet on each other for a moment, then, grudgingly, gave up his perch on Goodnight's ribs and allowed him to sit back up... but only so he could sprawl across his lap. Penance on some level was still required.
"Do you think we could make one of those things in the Danger Room?"
Goody grunted as Billy flopped on him, this time more easily, and settled his hand at Billy's side. "That's genius. We should do the Xenomorph. Give her a maze to occupy."
Pam smirked at Alex, brushed her fingers up just a little higher - then turned and settled back down between his legs, facing the TV as if nothing had ever happened. "I'm for that. Try to get through the maze while she's chasing us?" It'd be a nice change of pace from the T-Rex, anyway.
"Crap," Alex complained, arms wrapped around Pam's middle and holding her against his chest, cheeks flushed from the feeling of her wandering hands, "I'll still be outvoted, even if I try to list all the reasons this is a terrible idea. Well, when we're all chest-bursted and covered in acid and have had our skulls caved in by secondary jaws, don't any of you come crying to me. I'm on the record saying this will not end well." Not that he wouldn't join them; that wasn't really a question. If they were going to be in that kind of situation, whether they chose it or not, he would most definitely be there to back them up. Probably bitching the whole time.
Billy frowned and looked up from his seat. "Why are you talking like that?" He glanced back at the screen. "Shit. It gets bigger?" He glared at Pam, then Goody. "Alex is definitely picking the movie next time."
"I'd be for Love, Simon," Goody offered cheerfully. Alex was a hoot; Goody couldn't help still laughing.
Pam just snuggled back against Alex and grinned. Maybe it wasn't a danger room session, but movie night? Didn't really suck.
It would have been a stretch - an impossibility, really - to say that Billy had decided he didn't like Goodnight anymore. But he had decided it wouldn't kill him to sit by himself for a while and went to hunker next to Alex instead. (Because, really, Pam was almost in as much disfavor as Goodnight.)
Problem was, the more intense things got on the screen, the more Billy got restless about Goodnight not having anyone to guard him. Which was stupid, because he knew there was no real danger. Even if the creature was getting bigger. And stalking people in conduits.
Billy grudgingly moved back over to Goodnight and plunked down at his side. "I should just let it eat you," he muttered.
"You couldn't," Goody said with a chuckle. He'd been too entertained by Billy's show of disfavor to mind it at all. It was just another form of attention, wasn't it? "C'mon, it's a cool movie and you know it."
"Besides, things in movies can't eat you," Pam pointed out practically. "And it's not even 3D." She looked up at Alex, having taken over his lap as a pillow. "Is Aliens out in 3D? Because that'd be cool."
"Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it never will," Alex argued pugnaciously. One hand rested idly on Pam's stomach; the other was balled up tight in the fabric of his pajama bottoms. "And you can't seriously want all this tense build up and the jump scares in more than two dimensions--it's already more in my face than I want it to be. Adrenalin junkie."
"I know it's not real," Billy protested. "It's just, you know, intense..."
"All the adrenaline rush, none of the actual danger," Goody reasoned. Then he snorted at Alex. "For now. Apparently. Assuming we don't start bringing back xenomorphs from space."
"If anyone does, we don't let them back on the ship," Billy muttered darkly. He snaked an arm around Goodnight's waist. Any actual threat of Goodnight being devoured by bugs from deep space was not to be considered.
"We don't even have a ship," Pam pointed out practically. "Though I heard the other Billy's boyfriend's an alien. Maybe he's got one?" She looked up at Alex and smirked. "We could always ask him to import some of those alien bugs from Independence Day instead. If it's just the xenomorphs you've got issues with."
"Letting one set of aliens in is how you end up with xenomorphs," Alex harrumphed. "You never know who--or what--is an incubator. And don't we have enough problems on Earth without going out beyond the solar system looking for new ones?"
Goody couldn't stop laughing. "Now, I think assuming any aliens would plant themselves in our chests is xenophobic, y'all. Let's be more welcoming and not let the horror of this film ruin our welcome wagon."
Billy blinked. They couldn't possibly mean that Teddy, shapeshifter or not, was actually one of the things on screen. There had to be different sorts of aliens. Real ones and fake ones, like the movie monster.
"You're sure these things are fake, right?"
Pam opened her mouth to reply that no, she wasn't sure at all - then remembered that Billy wasn't being stupid, he honestly didn't know. Which made it mean to fuck with him. "Yeah, the movie's been around forever, and I've never heard of anyone actually having an alien jump out of their chest," Pam assured him instead. "It's all bullshit. We're just fucking around."
Billy sighed and leaned back against Goodnight. This was the part he didn't like about watching fake stuff. And he didn't know why everyone had to treat it like something to be fixed.
"You're fucking around, maybe," Alex grumbled. "I am venting my extremely legitimate concern about having my chest cavity exploded from the inside by lifeforms previously unknown to terrestrial science." His eyes flickered toward Billy. "I might just be a paranoid mess, at this point, though."
"Actual aliens are new to all of us." Goody slid an arm over Billy's shoulders and squeezed. "This kind of alien, on the other hand, is purely fictional--no matter what Alex's fevered, paranoid imagination might tell him."
Laughing, Pam grinned up at Alex. "Will it make you feel better if I promise to stab anything that jumps out of your chest?" she asked.
"You would stab me for drinking the last soda in the fridge," he returned grumpily. "I take it as a given you'll do the same thing to anything that comes out of my chest cavity."
