MCA #4, Friday Evening

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So Summer was coming over for weird Christmas horror movies, and Jesse– had not noticed any kind of mistletoe, no. She was just moving some plants around, checking in on the soda (off-brand) in the fridge, making sure that the chips were still where they were supposed to be.

I think I have everything?

She looked around.

... Fuck, the movies!

She hurried around the place to find her stack of - yes, DVDs, and wound up dumping a few on the coffee table, like the strange foreign one and the cop one and the ... whatever the hell that one was...

Okay. There were enough, right? Yes.

[[ for that gal ]]

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"Well, don't invoke it!" said Summer with a snort, and a laugh that almost kinda wanted to invoke it now. Look, sometimes it was just good to get it out there and over with, riiiight? And honestly, it would seriously be a totally missed opportunity, you only had so many acceptable Fandom passes. "And now I'm wondering if there's just a hole in the Christmas movie horror genre that could be filled with sentient pervy mistletoe..."

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"Sounds more like the start of porn," Jesse observed. Why did I say that? "Can I get you some soda or something else, by the way? I'd say I don't have wine, but..."

She heaved the bottle she got from Summer.

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"Soda's fine," Summer assured her, smirking a little and wondering if she should suggest maybe they should save the Christmas-themed porn for next year. "The wine's mostly there for emergencies-slash-as a precaution."

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"I do have some beer if we want to grab some later," Jesse said as she walked into the kitchen. "Beer always feels like it fits the horror vibe, you know?"

Oh, crap, I didn't tell her--

"Just grab a seat," Jesse called, belated.

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Summer was pretty much already comfortable and settled by that point, anyway.

"I will literally drink whatever you put in front of me, Jes," she stated.

Which was actually pretty much true.

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"I'm not sure if that's a good thing," Jesse returned.

... as she returned from the kitchen with a big bottle of soda in one hand and two very generic beers under her arm.

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"It's not," admitted Ms. Let's Just Huff Fumes from a Random Spaceship over here with a shrug, but she grinned over at Jesse as she emerged. "But also, it means I trust you not to give me anything super gnarly or gross. And not just because it's your couch I'll be vomiting on if it gets to that point."

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"Please don't throw up on my couch either way," Jesse said, setting a bottle of beer and the bottle of soda down in front of Summer. "It's a big apartment but I don't actually have a lot of places to sit."

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"I solemnly swear," Summer vowed, reaching almost instinctually for the beer over the soda, "that if I puke on your couch, I will promptly replace it. And maybe throw in an extra chair for funsies."

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"I'll hold you to that," Jesse said, flopping down on the couch next to her. "So... do we want to start with Cannibal Claus or 'Weird European Santa Throws People From Rooftops'?"

She thought that was what was going on, anyway, based on the trailer.

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"God," Summer marveled at the options slightly, shaking her head, "how do you even choose? But honestly, I really think 'Weird European Santa Throws People from Rooftops' is really speaking to me. I have so many questions. Why is he throwing them? What are they doing up there? What..."

There was a pause.

"Two," she amended. "I have two questions, and I almost hope they don't even actually get answered."

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"Good choice," said Jesse, which she would've said anyway, including if Summer had told her to go back to the stack (though she'd have said it with more mortification).

She got up and picked up the DVD in question, completely missing the mistletoe slowly creeping down the hallway towards them. "I think we should do the cannibal one immediately after," she said. "This is more big-budget, the cannibal one looks like it was shot in someone's murder shed at home."

She pushed the DVD into the player.

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"Jesse," Summer, perfectly enraptured by the promise of a potentially big-budget Christmas nightmare (but not at all in the way the producers probably intended!), "if the cannibal one turns out it actually was filmed in someone's murder shed and is actually a legit Christmastime snuff film, I am never letting you live that down."

And when Summer made comments like that, Jesse, just remember, you're the one who invited her.

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"Honestly," Jesse said, as she moved backwards to sit on the couch while the movie started to play, "That would be just my kind of luck."

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"Oh, also!" said Summer, tucking her legs up under her and curling up comfortably with her drink in her hands. "I don't know why that reminded me, but, at some point when we're not watching terrible movies, I have to tell you more about what happened when I was in space. There's some details in there that I'm pretty sure you're really going to appreicate in a way very few people can."

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Huh. Now I really want to know.

"Can you give me some spoilers?" Jesse asked, as the mistletoe crept ever closer to the living room. "Because now I have to know."

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"Three words," said Summer, more than happy to give more than just spoilers. "Brand name blue jeans."

Her brows knitted.

"Four words," she amended, lifting her beer for a drink. "I swear, I've gotten worse at math now that I'm teaching you."

Summer, you've taught, like, three lessons.

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"Let me guess," Jesse said. "Levy's."

What would malevolent blue jeans even be like? She suddenly had a very vivid mental image.