And now there was sulking. Great. Why did people have to be such babies? Clearly, Oliver was just being hypersensitive and there was no reason for him to be this way. She had just gotten pissed off at him for saying something retarded, that was normal. Serves her right for thinking he might have been cool.
They all fell quiet as the movie progressed, appreciating their beers to distract them from the fact that they were sitting silently in the dark with other human beings as a pointless movie flickered before their eyes. Joanie finished hers and absently turned the can into three cotton balls, preparing to throw them at Aiden's head when something on the TV distracted her.
Eyes wide, she leaned forward as a carriage careened off the edge of a broken bridge. It fell, and as it crashed, it exploded. The force of the explosion sent a wave of sharpened stakes through the air in a beautiful, primitive display. Joanie stared at it blankly, stunned by the beauty. "Aiden," she whispered, reaching for the remote. "Did you see that?"
Without saying a word, she rewound the movie back to just seconds before the crash and played it again. This was glorious.