theme: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
"Aw, man! Why did we have to come this early, anyways?" Rigby moaned, slumped over.
"The movie doesn't start for another fifty freaking minutes!"
"Well, there's no way we could of known that, dude," Mordecai said. "Guess we're gonna have to wait this one out."
"Yeah, Rigby! Waiting for the film is nearly as fun as watching it!" Eileen included. He rolled his eyes and kept strolling behind the group. The smell of freshly-made popcorn wafted into the entryways, making his mouth water.
He put a hand over his throbbing stomach, doubled over in pain. "Mordecaiii, I need eight bucks," he whined. "I'm really hungry!"
Mordecai pulled out a fat roll of cash and shoved it in his face. "Okay, but next time, bring your own money, alright, man?" he asked, frowning.
Rigby came back, fists full of popcorn, to find both Mordecai and Margaret gone. Eileen had her nose in a paperback book, intently reading.
"Where did Mordecai go?" he questioned her, slightly agitated. "He and Margaret went to the bathroom just a minute ago," she replied, not glancing up.
"Ew, probably to swap spit or something."
Eileen shrugged. "Maybe." She flipped a page.
Rigby took a seat on the bench next to her, munching on popcorn. Bored, he gazed around, scanning posters for upcoming movies and sticking his tongue out at any little kid that passed by him. Rigby reached into his paper bag, scooping up a few kernels in his palm.
Sighing, he finally spoke to Eileen. "So, uh... where'd you get that book from?"
"I keep a spare book in my purse at all times! Good thing, too," she responded. He leaned over, hovering over her shoulder. "What is it?"
"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It's a childhood favorite of mine! Would you like to read with me?" Eileen scooted the book to where it was positioned over both of their legs. Rigby's brow lowered into a scowl. He clasped his greasy hands in his lap as he inverted his gaze.
"I don't like reading."
"Suit yourself. But the book's still here if you want to join."
Rigby pouted, straightening his posture. "Yeah, yeah."
But as time elapsed, he found himself better reading than doing nothing; she did him the favor of staying at a slow pace.
A/N: WOW sorry, really rushed drabble! but hey, there's only 40 more!