The film started and Lofty had already laid out over a large perimeter of one of the two sofas in the living room, his eyes open wide as his beloved characters made their appearances. Dylan liked Star Wars too, but he enjoyed watching his colleague's reaction to the film much more. After a while, Lofty noticed Dylan's admiring gaze.
"What's wrong?" he confronted the other man, suddenly feeling a wave of self-consciousness wash over him.
"Hm? Oh nothing. You just… um, it doesn't matter." Dylan bit his lip. Lofty's expression became more confused.
"Sorry, I'm a bit geeky when it comes to this kind of thing. Do you want me to tone it down?" Lofty asked, curiously. Dylan shook his head quickly, wanting to dismiss the idea that Lofty was annoying him rather than amusing him.
"Oh no, nothing of the sort. I just… I think it's cute." He cleared his throat, reaching for the glass of wine to stop him from saying anything else. Lofty blinked at him for a second, before cracking a smile and returning his stare to the illuminated screen. Relieved he had not ruined the evening, Dylan returned to the kitchen to plate up the food. He returned with two plates and the two men tucked in to their meal.The film carried on for another hour, as the two enjoyed countless laughs as well as real analysis of the plot. Dylan had revealed his favourite character was Luke, and this surprised Lofty so much it led him to question him.
"Well, we all love the hero, don't we?" Dylan shrugged.
"Not me, I know no one sympathises but I used to like Anakin best, before he went mental. There was just something about his need to keep his loved ones safe that I just admired." Lofty admitted. Dylan half smiled to himself as he bared the thought it mind. The film was around half way through when they heard the door being tampered with. Lofty peered out of the window; it was Max… with Zoe.
"He said they were over!" Lofty yawned. Suddenly, he realised what the situation would quickly turn in to if an intoxicated Max and Zoe were in the flat alone. He grabbed Dylan by the arm and pulled him up the stairs.
"We need to hide. You know what they've come back here for." Lofty laughed, running up the stairs in a panic. Dylan nodded and followed him.
"If we go in my room we'll have to listen to everything… oh I know!" it was like a lightbulb had flashed above Lofty's head. He pulled down a small flap door from the ceiling on the landing and gently easied a set of ladders to the floor. Dylan looked up into the darkness for a moment, and then back at Lofty.
"You can't be serious." His face was a mixture of disbelief and amusement. Suddenly, the front door swung open and a sea of laughter and whispers began to make its way up the staircase from below. Lofty and Dylan looked at each other in alarm, before Dylan bolted up the ladders - pulling Lofty behind him.