Today's line: "It's a positive masterpiece!"
Oliver isn't quite sure what film they end up watching at the cinema; all he's aware of from about ten minutes in is that it's rubbish and there are weirdly-styled pale people pretending to be vampires and Muggles apparently don't understand the concept of vampires at all.
All he's aware of from about twenty minutes in is that Aidan is also bored and that someone is bound to notice that they've stopped keeping their hands to themselves and started carefully hiding bits of the awful popcorn in the hair of the man in front of them.
At the end of the film he stands up and looks surprised when half a tub of popcorn falls out of his afro like dandruff. Oliver and Aidan collapse into giggles and dash out of the cinema as quickly as possible.
"Well," Aidan says critically as they blink into the sunlight outside.
Oliver nods sharply. "Yep. We're never doing that again."
He looks back at the windows of the theatre. "Why did you choose that film? There were plenty of others we could have seen, I'm sure they're not all that terrible." Aidan looks over at the posters. "Look, this one says it's a positive masterpiece, why couldn't we have seen that one?"
Aidan just laughs. "Well, next time we decide to burn some Muggle money, you can pick what we do."
"You bet I will," Oliver returns quickly, "and there won't be any of this Twilight crap. I don't know how they formed this opinion of vampires."
"Yes, they did get that somewhat wrong, didn't they," Aidan giggles. "Sparkling in the sunlight. Honestly."
It's late evening, but the sun is still shining as they Apparate out of an alley and into the hallway of Aidan's flat. Dylan McGahn looks up at them and grins as they wander into the living room, waving his wand at the WWN to turn it down. "You two are adorable," he says, his thick accent marring the words. "Where've you been today?"
"We went to the cinema," Aidan says dully. "Muggle date experience."
Dylan spins his wand between his fingers idly. "I see. Any good?"
"No," Aidan says grumpily. "The best part of the film was the afro of the man sitting in front of us. It really just sort of cemented how ignorant Muggles are."
Oliver shrugs. "I'm not about to pretend that wasn't a truly shocking experience," he contributes, "but I have seen a few Muggle films before and they're not all like that."
The Irish Seeker's face softens as he looks at him. "I'll take your word for it," he says, but he leans over and kisses Oliver's cheek anyway. "Actually, that Sherlock Holmes television thing that woman was talking about sounded like it could be good."