Wayne groaned as he hefted himself off the sofa to inspect the titles along the spines of Justin's dvd cases.
"Do you have..." He hummed, trying to think of a film that matched his mood, which was...drunk. And warm and fuzzy and comfortable.
One that wasn't Love Actually.
"Do you have Pirates of the Caribbean? Christ -- Orlando Bloom, Kiera Knightly, AND Johnny Depp? I think they made that film specifically to kill me. In the best ways."