Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
"Oh, I plan on it," Aiden said, half to Oliver and half to himself (and possibly heard by Zeph, who was using his leg as a headrest). "And I'll make sure you know exactly what's wrong with it. I'm fine, by the way."
He watched the previews and DVD title screen roll by before the movie started and the opening credits began their progression. It looked bad almost immediately from the get-go, but so far there wasn't anything to object to ... yet. He sipped at the beer and let the cat slowly claim the rest of his leg as a bed, half-listening to Joanie's diatribe on being the Wicked Witch of the West. Yes, yes, she was doing so well. She hadn't threatened to kick his ass if he told anybody about her magic skills at all.
"All of them, I'd say. But what do I know? I don't watch movies." He settled back a little more, tugging his collar flat so it would stop bothering his neck.