Exhausted and out of breath, Reno poked Bertha. With a smile, she handed out the alcohol and popcorn. The rookies settled back down, each nursing a half litre of their favourite drink.
"Ta, Bertha!"
"Yeah, cheers!"
"Thank you."
"Oh, you're welcome... Come on, there's the rest of the film yet!"
Full of popcorn and mildly inebriated, Reno found himself enjoying the film. The characters were all some degree of naked, and when the guy with the saxophone started singing, he was pleased to find he wasn't the only one drunk enough to give dancing another try.
"Wait, what!"
"He didn't jus' do wha' I think he did, right?"
"He did..."
"That was covered in Basic Creative Termination! You don't use an obvious weapon like an axe in front of witnesses!"
"Ye don'?"
"No, Shru, you don't... Did you miss the first class?"
"He prob'ly did. Prob'ly in bed with Chell."
"He was NOT in bed with me! I was in that class!"
"Oh yeah? Why did Veld say not to use an axe in front of eye-witnesses, then?"
"Because people know what an axe looks like, and that people can kill with them. Whereas, if you kill someone with a spork and a beer mat, who's gonna believe an eyewitness who's swearing they saw someone kill the guy with a spork and a beer mat?"
"Depends if they knew the killer was someone like Redhead."
"Hey!"
"What? I've seen you in BCT. You'da killed that sucker the other week with the paper aeroplane, if Veld hadn't forbidden you from using paperwork for assassinations..."
"Oh yeah. Still. An axe? Does he have no taste?"
"Obviously not. I have never seen anyone, transvestite or otherwise, who thought that a lab coat that shade of green was in any way attractive."
"Kat! You're a guy! Where did you leave your manhood this morning?"
"GUYS! You're talking over the film again!"
"Sorry lass."
"Aye, sorry."
"Besides, he left it in my bed. Remember to swing by later and collect it, Kat."
"Not a problem, my dear. I'll bring your blouse back too."
"Thank you."
"..."
"So, yeah... The film, anyone?"
To Reno's amusement, the inexperienced-but-no-longer-virginal airhead on the screen was trying to seduce the equally-inexperienced-boy-toy, slipping her gown off and petting him as he stared at her with his big, soulful eyes. He mentally retched, and eyed Bertha, slouching next to him on her beanbag. Thankfully, she didn't appear to be about to act this part out, with him or anyone else.
That was, until the airhead started singing. Bertha stood up, discarding her suit jacket onto Reno, who threw it off. She caught Kat by his collar, and pulled him up in front of the screen. The rookies watched, stunned, as the pair of them began to dance.
Not to be outdone, Chell hauled Shru to his feet and dragged him to the front, gyrating and twirling as she did so. Reno looked at the sword guy, newly mentally-christened as Bokken.
"Do we...?"
"We can't possibly...?"
"We shouldn't stop them."
"Shru and Kat'd never forgive us."
"So long as you ain't expectin' me to-"
"Provided you don't want me to-"
"We're agreein', then?"
"We are."
"Wait, what are we agreeing on again?"