Patsy reached for a spoon as Delia seated herself at the table, tugging off her scrubs after a long shift on the trauma ward.

"…I mean, this person's jaw was completely unhinged from their head," Delia was saying, describing a violent car accident, "we had to screw it back together, it took two hours. They aren't going to be able to eat for three months."

Patsy sympathetically clucked her tongue, hardly even listening to her story as she dug out the whiskey bottle from the liquor cabinet. She shook it experimentally and was disappointed in its limited sloshing. They were going to have to get more. Acting as bartender, Patsy mixed two drinks before turning around and placing a glass in front of the brunette. Delia raised her eyebrows at the meticulously made Manhattan.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Patience?" Delia asked suspiciously, still taking a sip.

"Of course not, I thought you might want a pick-me-up after your hard day," Patsy retorted with a sniff.

"You weren't even listening," Delia accused light-heartedly.

"You got me," Patsy surrendered, spreading her arms wide.

Just then, the two heard their fourteen year old daughter meandering down the stairs.

"Hey Mam?" Ellie said, entering the kitchen.

"…Hey what?" Delia asked back, mimicking Ellie's lilting tone while also sharing a knowing look with Patsy. Whenever Ellie wanted something, she tried working over her Welsh mother first before trying her other mum. Patsy and Delia sat and waited as Ellie appeared to gather her thoughts.

"Um, Nicole, Robert, and Mary were talking about going to see a showing of a movie and wanted me to come," Ellie said slowly, hesitantly. Both of her parents frowned at the vague information.

"When?" Patsy asked first.

"In October." Patsy's frown furrowed. That was a month and a half from then, why all the preparation?

"What movie is this?" Delia asked cautiously. Ellie glanced at her phone, looking at a group message where the plans were discussed.

"The…Rocky Horror-"

"THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW?!" Delia practically shrieked as Patsy choked on her drink.

"Uh, yeah, you know it?"

"'Do we know it?'" Delia repeated gleefully, "We have that script memorized!"

Patsy was still trying to not die on her drink. Red faced, she nodded vigorously with what her wife was saying.

"That's still a thing?" Patsy finally managed, after Delia gave her a few thumps on the back.

"I guess…So can I go?" Ellie said quickly, trying to pull a fast one. Patsy's and Delia's faces fell.

"Oh…ah…" Delia stammered, looking at Patsy, "I don't know…"

"But you just said you've seen it, it can't be that bad!" Ellie whined, though she automatically winced right after that, realizing how totally wrong that statement was. When she was home alone after school one day, she had found their movie "Carol", and…well…the rest was history.

"I'm not really comfortable with you going to the showing," Patsy said slowly, "It's one thing to watch it, and another to go to a showing."

"Well, what's the difference?"

Patsy made one of her classic exasperated faces before looking at Delia to take on the conversation.

"Well… everything, sweetie," Delia said with a chuckle, reminiscing, "There's audience participation. Actors act it out while the movie plays in the background. You throw toast and rice and stuff at certain points. You shout a lot and a lot of people dress up as the characters on the movie. It's a cult classic."

The explanation seemed to confuse their daughter even more.

"Deels," Patsy said slowly, "I think I would be fine with her going…I mean, it really is a lot of fun, and as long as she's going with a group…"

Delia bit her lip.

"Okay," she surrendered, "Just as long as you don't do any drugs or come home sloshed. If you do, so help me-"

"Mam, I don't do that stuff," Ellie interrupted irritably, missing Patsy's ironic smirk from behind her. Delia glared at her wife.

"Fine. But you are paying for your own ticket."

A month and a half later…

"And you are to come home right after the showing ends," Patsy was saying to Ellie's group of friends as they were exiting their house at eleven o'clock at night.

"Jeez, Mum, I know!"

"And no drugs," the ginger added.

"There will be no drugs," Nicole reassured Patsy, "Have a good night, Mrs. Busby-Mount!"

"Bye-Bye, have fun!"

Patsy sighed as she shut the door, wondering where all the time went. She wasn't down for long however, for Delia called from up the stairs, "Did they leave?"

"Yes, they've left."

The brunette ran down the stairs, gleefully trotting into the living room, waving a disc in the air.

"I found it!" she sang airily, "Make the popcorn!" Patsy disappeared with a spring in her step into the kitchen, making two bags of popcorn as Delia prepared the movie. Returning, Patsy burst into a fit of laughter as she beheld Delia.

The brunette sat determinedly on the couch, remote at the ready, with a pile of newspaper on the coffee table in front of her. She balanced a loaded water gun on her knee and had arranged a stack of toast on the arm of the couch. On the opposite end was a dozen toilet paper rolls, and in the center of the couch was a bag of rice. The funniest thing, however, was that Delia had changed into a maid's costume, complete with fishnet stockings and leather, high-heeled boots.

"Still a hardcore Magenta, aren't we?" Patsy asked fondly, sitting the popcorn down on the side table, "Who am I supposed to be?" Delia raised her eyebrows.

"…why do you think we have so much toilet paper?" Patsy's face fell.

"Are you shitting me?!" Patsy exclaimed in disbelief, "I am NOT going to be-"

Delia sheepishly held up a gold bikini in response to Patsy's defiance.

"Woe is you," Delia said, holding her ground. Patsy would've argued some more, but her front crumbled at the reference and she cracked a smile.

A half an hour later, after Delia was able to effectively wrap a disgruntled and grumbling Patsy in six rolls of toilet paper, ("You look so fetching, Pats!"), the couple, with the utmost dedication, chanted "Asshole, Slut", questioned Frank-n-Furter at the best moments, and shamelessly made several sexual remarks at the TV. They jumped up and danced the Time Warp, tossed rice, and sang along with each song. When it came time for Rocky to be "born", Delia had fun tearing the toilet paper off of Patsy, as if she were a Christmas present. Shortly after that, however, the couple's attention was soon on each other and no longer on the movie.

"This isn't right, Magenta isn't supposed to get with the creature," Patsy mumbled against Delia's lips.

"Rocky is also not supposed to be a smart ass," Delia muttered back, slipping her fingers underneath Patsy's shoulder straps and slipping them off, "In fact, it would be best if Rocky shut up right now."

Patsy was reduced to a groaning puddle as Delia continued down her body.

Two hours later, Ellie tip-toed into a darkened house, locking the door behind herself. When she blearily entered the living room, she paused to question the pile of torn toilet paper on the floor, the popcorn and rice that crunched under her feet, the newspaper that was littered over the floor, and the discarded articles of clothing that shall remain nameless for the sake of propriety. After a moment of mild interest, Ellie shrugged and hobbled to her room, to collapse on her bed.

She would worry about it in the morning.