Oh boy, here we go again.
We had been on a couple of small dates, since we met that night, but we had not been at eachothers places!
The other dates had been at the drive-in cinema and at a diner. You know, places where you usually date.
I shouldn't have invited her here. I had barely settled in. The projector was barely hooked up and I still had a couple of unpacked cardboard boxes, full of my junk from before the war!
Okay, relax Max, you can do this. The projector was mostly functional when you last checked and you have piled every single soft cushion you could onto the sofa to make this blanket fort.
I just feel like I am forgetting something…
I sit down in the pile of pillows and blankets, awaiting a knock on my- a buzz on my intercom, I mean, when suddenly something pretty heavy just lands in my lap. Marceline turns visible shortly after and now sits in my lap, staring into my eyes with a big grin across her face. "BOO!" she says playfully. "Oh man, you should have seen your face! You looked like you just pooped your pants!" "How did you even get in here?" I ask confused. "You left your air vent unlocked." She answers and gives me a little kiss on the nose. "You should probably make sure this high tech monster hunting base is sealed. Monsters like me could sneak in and slit your throat in your sleep." She says in a cheeky voice, dismounting my lap, sitting down in the pile besides me. "Looks like I came overdressed to this event, huh?" She says, looking down at her Letterman jacket. "What do you mean?" I ask, realizing that I am sitting in my unicorn t-shirt and briefs, because a pack of bloatflies had covered my clothes in slime earlier today.
I knew I had forgotten something…
"You are sitting in your cute little underpanties and that fabulous t-shirt. Do I really need to explain…?" She answers, floating up from her seat.
My face turns red from embarressment.
"Not to worry, though. I have an idea." She says and floats into my bedroom, coming back a few moments later, wearing just her socks, her cute little panties and a tank-top with a picture of a bleeding rose on it. She floats over to the pile and sits down next to me, putting her arm over my shoulder.
"So what are we watching?" She asks, looking at the tape besides me.
"Oh! Ummm, we are watching… "Nosebleed", a pre-war slasher classic!" I answer, showing her the box, before putting the tape in the VCR hooked up to the projector.
A grainy imagine starts flickering on the wall in front of us, before the movie starts.
It didn't take long for me to remember how bad this movie was and why I love it so much. We both laughed loud and hard when a character was killed because they actors always looked and sounded like they were trying way too hard and not trying at all at the same time. Some of the lines had also been recorded after the footage was shot so the lips didn't match the audio.
"You want something to drink?" I ask about halfway into the movie.
"You know what, I could go for some red right about now. Whatcha got?" She answers as I get up and enter the kitchen.
"You said you don't like tomatoes, because they mess up your sleep pattern, on our second date. You want some strawberry/carrot juice instead?" I ask from the kitchen, rummaging through my fridge and cupboards. "Yeah, if that's what you got, I'll take it." She answers in her cute, vampire voice. I pour her a tall glass of Grocery Kingdoms juice and pour myself a class of Cola mixed with sugar cane extract.
I hear her laughing from the living room and hurry back with the drinks, because something hilarious probably happened.

The night soon comes to a close, after a little more than three and a half hours of B-movie awesomeness. The movie's cringeworthy, cliffhanger ending left us both laughing our guts out. I think we should watch "Heat Signature" next time.
I turn off the projector and we both get up to stretch. Marcy floats ever so elegantly above the floor. "Hey, what time is it?" She asks.
I check my watch, which tells me it is 4:47 AM.
Because my watch is 71 minutes behind, I have to use my magnificient brain to do simple math.
"It's almost 6 AM. Why?" I say, looking her in the eyes.
"I have to get home before sunrise. You know, vampire thing." She answers, heading into my bedroom again to get her clothes.
She comes back out and I escort her to the door, opening the big, heavy, bomb resistant steel door for her.
The sun is peaking it's head in the horizon. If she leaves now, she can make it home before the sunlight gets a chance to dissolve her flesh.
"That was actually really great. You up for doing Underwear Movie Night again soon?" She asks, hands in her pockets and ready to take off.
"Ja, klar!" I answer in my native german. We say our goodbyes and I get ready to go back inside the silo, when I feel a pair of cold, vampire lips peck me on the cheek. Before I can respond, she is already but a shadowy figure, disappearing into the early morning and I am left with only one thought in my mind…
I really need to pee…