A/N: Super short fluff - made me reconsider my rating and decided it could be bumped up a notch. Nothing explicit, if that's not for you, but things have been getting a bit less PG for a while. Thanks for any feedback or requesting (which you can totally do just about anywhere)!

Enjoy.

Movie night had become sort of a thing for the two of them, and Andy certainly wasn't complaining – he was literally broke. Even so, he never understood half of the movies April picked out. Some because they were just in a completely different language and the rest just went over his head most of the time. Whenever he saw the little envelope with that weird art house video store's logo on it he died a little inside, especially when it was something like Nosferatu (it was basically a silent, boring Dracula and if there's no Keanu Reeves then who cares?) but he did get excited when he saw something called Public Enemy until he realized there was no Chuck D to be found anywhere in the movie.

That night it was Andy's pick though, and it was his turn to subject April to something awesome. The last few attempts at showing her his favorite movies ever all fell flat. Andy had never seen someone hate so many Steven Seagal movies in his entire life; it was baffling to him that she didn't even react at all to the montages in Hard to Kill. It was criminal as far as he was concerned.

"All right Andy," April sat down next to him, crossing her legs on the couch and picking up a bag of assorted candy Andy stole from a convenience store, "if this is terrible I'm revoking your movie picking rights."

"Dude, if you don't like this then... you're probably the worst," Andy finished. "I mean, who doesn't like Airplane!?"

"Wouldn't know, never saw it," April picked out a round candy that looked like a gumball and hoped for the best when she put it in her mouth.

"You've seen Das Boot and not this?" he asked, incredulous. She only shrugged.

Andy usually didn't remember the names of the weird foreign stuff she made him watch, but that one – that stupid sub movie – was the most soul-sucking experience he'd ever had to endure. Most of the images in that film just blurred past him, somehow making every passing second longer than the last and turning his brain into mush. April hadn't even wanted to make out while something stupid like depressurization happened on screen, so Andy was forced to eat copious amounts of Milk Duds or go insane.

Over the entire runtime of the movie, Andy was pretty sure he only caught her laughing once and it was at the jive-talking. The increasingly excessive drug habits of Lloyd Bridges, though? Not a chuckle. He even wondered if she could laugh at all when the Kareem Abdul-Jabbar jokes seemed to go completely untouched.

"Is it weird that you're dating someone older than you?" Andy asked in the middle of the finale, sure that April wanted to do anything other than keep watching it.

"Is it weird that you're dating someone younger than you?" she retorted, pulling apart what looked like a gummy worm. "It's not like you're one hundred or something."

"Yeah, but you like all this weird stuff that I've never heard of," he scratched his beard and continued, "but it's cool stuff, and I-"

"Andy it's fine, I hate those dumb action movies so you can hate the dumb stuff I like," April interrupted.

"Really?" he asked, sincerely hoping she was being serious. "I mean it's not dumb if you like it, right?"

"No, it's probably pretty stupid," she finished chewing something and continued. "If we had to like every single thing the other person liked, don't you think you'd go nuts? I mean, if I had to like Dave Matthews Band-"

"Which you do, because they're awesome," Andy corrected her.

"Sure, whatever," April conceded, not wanting to go down that road again, "but I don't think we're supposed to be into all the same stuff."

"Yeah, that sounds boring," he admitted, taking one of the chocolate bars out of the brown bag of stolen goodies.

They were silent for a little while until April left to grab something out of her kitchen. Andy wasn't sure where his original question came from, but it did make him wonder: was it weird that he was dating someone who was almost a decade younger than he was? When they hung out it didn't seem to matter but every time they tried to sneak into a bar or when a cultural divide like something as simple as movies came up it made him wonder how creepy he was being.

"Dude," April interrupted him, wide-eyed and carrying a fancy looking bottle of some dark liquid, "my parents left and they forgot to take the keys to the liquor cabinet again. My sister didn't even take everything either."

"Score!" he shouted, forgetting whatever stupid thing he was thinking about as April sat down, opening the glass bottle that just looked more expensive than almost everything Andy owned.

They took turns taking swigs straight from the crystal enclosed whiskey and soon Andy's head was feeling, of all things, sort of itchy and spinning. He loved this part of being drunk and especially when he tried to stand up, falling over and usually breaking most things in a seven or eight-foot radius. However, he was preoccupied with a flushed looking April grinding against him and kissing him with warm lips. If it ever happened with Burly Andy would never sleep a solid night again in his life, but this was pretty cool.

April was definitely into it, her thin pajama pants giving Andy the gist of her feelings each time she smashed her hips against his groin. Normally this would be the part where he stopped thinking, but Andy kept thinking a bunch of dumb, weird thoughts and found he was voicing them before long.

"You're… uhh, you sure you wanna do this?" he blurted out.

Andy's head exploded a little when he heard himself saying that – why, why, why would you ask that? – and he wanted to just stop thinking. It was so stupid and it was hard to do a lot of the time, usually getting in the way of things. Things like April unzipping his pants.

"No Andy, this is clearly you sexually assaulting me. I should call it in, in fact," she slurred.

"You're drunk," Andy returned, trying to ignore her hand. "I mean, I uhh… hm, I don't know."

"So stop talking," April said, catching his eyes through her eyelashes.

"I mean, you- you…" Andy was completely gone in her hands, but he was still trying to form sentences with all of his will, "you done this before?"

"I'm twenty, not five," she said, and Andy should have told her to stop there because now his brain was going strange places. "Are you going to keep talking? This is hard when you're drunk, it's, heh, hard when you're-"

"Good one," he groaned, laughing along with her and wondering how someone half his size had this much tolerance for so much strong booze.

Then another thought popped into his head – he was thirteen when she was five, and this would have been mega gross then. Andy didn't want to think about it, but he literally couldn't stop that image running through his head and had to jump off of the couch, pulling his pants back up. April gave him a surprised look, or what should have been surprised but passed over into the weird drunken slurry of expressions no one sober or sane can really identify.

"You okay, man? You're acting really weird," she said, laying across the couch and staring intently at him.

"I dunno, it's just…" Andy had moved to a chair in the room to avoid having to stand up for a little while.

"Are you really weirded out by this?" April propped her head up on an elbow, giving him another confused look. "Or is it something else…?"

"No… I mean, I don't know. I really, ugh…" Andy was at a loss for words, truly unsure of what he was supposed to be thinking when his admittedly hot girlfriend was the one waiting for him.

"Is it because of the age thing?" she sat up, apparently sobering from the conversation. "Is it really that weird to date me?"

"Well, yeah but no!" he shouted quickly when she looked a little defeated by his original sentiment. "Yeah it feels weird sometimes, and I'm not sure why… I dunno, should it be weird?"

"No, you're a dude this should be, like, awesome to you," she said. "Besides, who cares?"

Now that was a pretty good argument and Andy's sloshed brain couldn't figure out an answer. He shrugged, stepping back over to her and laying across her on the couch, trying not to crush her by just laying down and on her. April's answer of biting her lip and wrapping her legs around his waist made Andy forget literally everything that he'd ever known for a second because he was pretty sure he was going to burst from the friction in that brief moment.

"Do you, like, wanna-"

"Bedroom?" she interrupted.

"Too much time," he said, unbuttoning her shirt with hands suddenly losing any and all dexterity.

"Too many stairs," she agreed, shimmying the rest of the way out of her pants.

Andy didn't really think of much else that night. He was too busy remarking how awesome movie night was, at least for a little while because there weren't that many thoughts going through his head.