C2 | Carly + Open
They were somewhere in-between these horribly on-the-nose films, which meant that the lights were up in the Regiment’s little version of a cinema and people could get up and roam around; relieve their bladders, refill their red solo cup, or chat about how fucking hilarious Zach Galifianakis was, or whatever. The films were pretty enjoyable, and the drinks were good and plentiful, but Carly was somewhat bitter about still being rendered a mute for the evening when there was actual freaking karaoke around in one of the other rooms.
Leaning back in the seat, Carly kicked her feet up onto the top of the seat in front of her. Shitty behaviour in a real movie theatre, but since this was a sad facsimile of that experience – she wasn’t going to worry too much about her manners.
Not that she ever worried that much about it anyway.
Someone opened the door, allowing in a burst of the music that was shaking the rest of the leisure rooms. The little Regiment cinema wasn’t anywhere near as hopping with rambunctious energy or hard-drinking people desperate to put some distance between the recent deaths and now.
Carly lifted her own red cup, still full of who-knew-what, and quickly began chugging.