Ok, the idea for this story came about as me, Krissy, and Dave. (who doesn't show up in this, unless… well, it's for you to decide, my public dears!) I don't remember exactly what me and Krissy were so hyped up on writing, I told her that I needed to write a fic of her doing something, can't for the life of me remember what it was though.
Anyway, the first paragraph is largely fact, except for the screams, though we both gasped at the same parts, which was very funny! Poor Dave didn't know what was going on!
Anyway, without much further ado, Cannon fire. (Quicky down below.)
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So maybe we were a trifle bit loud in the movie theatre. Well, it's not like anyone could really hear us. Except for the whole fake screams that we belted out during the kraken scene. It wasn't long and prolonged or anything, just short and sweet. Well, a worker came in and ushered us out of the movie, he didn't think it was that sweet. Poor Krissy was stumbling, looking as drunk as Jack. (Her feet had been up on the seat in front of her, through the whole movie.) Yet, as we walked out, everything sort of went black, like it would've been if you'd been in a dark movie theatre. Of course.
Krissy grabbed at my shoulder, half because she was a trifle bit worried and the latter because she could barely stand on her own. "Uhm, shouldn't we have gotten out of the theatre by now? And where's that worker anyway?" I stopped suddenly, Krissy bumped into me, yet neither of us talked. We were both gazing, awestruck as to what was before us.