It was Friday night. For us, the flock, I mean, that means one very important thing.
Movie Night.
"Alright. Fang, Nudge, you guys go pop the popcorn. Angel, you can go help Iggy and Gazzy pick the movie. And no Gazzy, we're not watching Star Wars again."
"Max, the microwave isn't working!"
"I'll be there in a second! No, Iggy, we can't watch The Shining. I'm not letting Angel watch a movie like that."
"Aww, come on, Max- '
"NO, Iggy!"
A loud crash resounded from the kitchen. "What was that? Fang?"
"I didn't do it!" came Nudge's voice.
"Oh, for God's sake-"
"Max, can we watch The Polterg-"
"NO horror movies, Iggy!"
"MAX, the microwave still won't work!" Another crash from the kitchen.
"Ow! Dammit-"
"Fang, watch your language!"
"Whatever."
We finally decided on watching Inception. We started the movie at 10:30, Fang, Nudge, and I on the couch, Iggy in the armchair, and Gazzy and Angel on the floor, a bandage around Fang's hand and a bowl of extremely burnt popcorn in our hands.
Sometimes, Movie Night is a lot more complicated than it should be.
So, what'd ya think?
R&R!