Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-06-06 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | john seward, van helsing, wicked witch |
Who: Joanie, Oliver, and Aiden
What: Movie night.
Where: 703
When: Sunday evening.
Warnings: Movie commentary?
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy a good movie now and then. Aiden was, on occasion, privy to finding something online, sitting back in his chair, and letting it play. Sometimes he watched historical films just to raise his blood pressure. Sometimes he settled down for a four-hour documentary to actually learn something. On rare occasions he watched old horror films, mostly because they were straightforward and relatively easy on the eyes.
It was just that he hadn't seen a current movie in some time. He didn't have any interest. They were all sensationalism, basically, and there was nothing in them he really gave a shit about. Even the recent vampire and occult films struck him as pointless, since what little he'd read about them revealed enough bastardization of the lore to make his brain want to shut down. So, no, he didn't really want to walk up to Joanie's apartment and sit down and watch a bunch of them with her. Especially not drunk, since it was inevitable that he'd wake up with a hangover so bad it came around the other end and made him drunk again.
But recent events - recent revelations, recent occurrences, whatever you wanted to call them - were making him a little claustrophobic. The building, and his empty room, felt like they were closing in on him. It was a weird sensation. He wasn't used to that kind of thing. So he figured he may as well get out and do something with people he knew, even if it was grudgingly and almost entirely against his will.
Still, he'd said it to her and he meant it: he wasn't going to suffer through this alone (clearly, Joanie would enjoy it, and thus not count). Aiden stopped to grab Oliver along the way. Oliver knew the occult. Obviously, he'd find this as offensive to the soul as Aiden would.
"She said she had a case of beer, if that helps matters any," he said flatly after knocking on the door, glancing at Oliver as they stood just outside Joanie's apartment.