Chapter Three of Quality Time! I'm going to wrap this up and get back to serious stuffers shortly.  I have a Wesker/Claire fic on tap, and I'm going to finish Twilight.  I also have more Birkin stuff coming. ^_^

WARNING: shameless portrayals of many fanfiction writers in this story! I give due credit where credit is due.

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When we last left the Birkin's they were lost in the movie theater…

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"GET BACK HERE WITH MY SOCKS!"

            Annette froze.

A Slim girl was jogging after a boy with short black hair and laughing green eyes.  He held a pair of socks with tiny dots on them.  He laughed-turned around-and ran smack dab into William Holding Sherry.

Popcorn went flying everywhere.

            William twisted his body to the left to protect Sherry and managed to Elbow the young man right in the armpit.  He squealed-dropping to the side and rolling away toward a double set of red doors.

"Popcorn…"

            The girl reached them, panting.

"Sorry-where'd-the-wanker-go?" she stared at William-her eyes going wide.

            "What is the meaning of this? How dare you-"

The girl ignored Annette Blatantly, raising a hand to help William up.

            "I'm Violet, sorry about that.  I'm going to fucking kill him."

The aforementioned "Wanker" was lying dazed next to a pair of double doors.  A theater employee wearing a gray uniform with black pants was staring down at him.

"Can you move him?" he gestured to the boy, "I have to get back into the trash room."

Violet nodded once, grabbing the boy by the collar and heaving him to his feet.

            "Hey-Violet…"

"Don't you "Hey violet" me Peanut." She growled, "GIMME BACK MY SOCKS!"

"I just was borrowing them." He handed them back, " I thought my girlfriend would wanna see what awful taste in clothing you have."

The Birkins watched in surprise as Violet grabbed the trashcan and proceeded to stuff "Peanut" into the trashcan.  The theater employee let out a shriek.

            "Sorry about that." She smiled at William, glowing, "He's an asshole."

"There's soda in here!" Peanut's muffled voice came out of the trashcan.

            "Can I pay for the popcorn?" She handed them a twenty and grinned again.

"And nacho cheese! Eeep! Violet get me out of here! There's nacho cheese in my face!"

            Violet kicked the trashcan and smiled once again. 

"I'm gonna need that back-"

            "Tell you what." She said genially, "I'll take it out, and then you can have it back okay?"

"I'm telling Dan about you!" the muffled voice came from within the trashcan, "EEEW! What the fuck is that in my pants? THAT BETTER NOT BE CHERRY COKE! Get me out of here violet!"

            "Hush now Peanut." She crooned, "I'll take you out in a minute."

Violet dragged the trashcan away with the theater employee following.

"That was…messed up."

            "Definitely." Annette got to her feet, "What does a piece of shit like this story belong in the RE section at fanfiction.net anyway?"

William frowned, "What?"

            "Never mind." She shook her head, "Come on-lets get-"

A Redheaded girl jogged up to them.

            "Sorry." She said quickly, "Have you seen a tall-semi brown haired chick with a boy black haired holding a pair of socks?"

"They went that way." The Birkins said collectively.  The girl looked, nodded, and took off in the direction of the retreating trashcan.

            "Thanks." She smiled, "Violet! Wait up!"

"Now. Where's the movie?"

            "This way."

They stood before double doors, reading, "Texas Chainsaw Massacre 24."

            "Obviously not." Annette said, "It must be-"

"Ooooh!" William grinned, "A new TCM! Sweet!"

            "Honey-"

William ignored his wife and child.  For a horror buff-a new horror movie represents a far nobler calling.

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The shortest chapter EVER!

Thanks to Hello Captain, Shakahnna, and "PEANUT!" good ole' peanut.  We all love ya.  Especially when you're stuffed into a trashcan with nacho cheese in your face!