"Oh honey," where the Hell had that come from, "Nobody beats Vincent. He's... paradisaical." She had sort of struggled to find the right word but there it was. "If you could do the voice though, that'd be a good step." She laughed mostly at herself because it was kind of ridiculous to lust after a dead man but oh well. Dorcas gave Evan the same look he was giving her, "There's only one part I can't handle... Can you stand the dark?"
Evan grinned and rolled his eyes. "I work with dead people all day. I don't think I could really be afraid of much of anything." Except spiders of course. Evan hated spiders. Hated them in that scream like a girl and run away kind of thing but he wasn't about to tell this girl that. He flicked out the light and returned to the couch, keeping that safe distance from Dorcas. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable.
"I would think that was a misconception... I mean, everyone can be afraid of something," she actually spoke to the dead and they weren't vampires so that was kind of like extra creeptastic. Dorcas slipped off her shoes, grabbed her fries then curled her legs underneath her as the movie started. Might as well be perfectly comfortable. She wasn't going to need the height with them sitting. And it seemed that her thoughts to maybe need the couple if extra inches were wrong anyhow. "You know... The creepiest part of this movie is the soundtrack. I tried to use it to go to sleep once. That was one of the stupidest things I've ever done."
"Yeah, okay, you're right." he said, reaching out to take his own food and toeing off his sneakers. "I'm only like afraid of like one thing that I can think of and that's it." he shrugged. "So maybe it's not completely a misconception. Just one thing to be afraid of isn't really that bad, I think." Evan took a few fries and ate them, then glanced over at the girl when she'd finished her sentence. "Well aren't you just the smartest little cookie." he teased.
"It just means you haven't found what else you're afraid of... And I don't mean like, phobically," But she wasn't going to get into a semantics or definition or psychological argument. That would just be very... silly. Instead, she ate a few fries - three at a time, not really thinking about whether it made her look like a pig or not. Swallowing, she smiled at Evan, "Oh ever so much. They should put my brain in Frankenstein's monster I'm so bloody smart."
"Modest?" he teased. He tried his best to get into the movie, but it was a little hard to concentrate on anything but the girl beside him. In between munching his fries and then starting in on his burger, he'd cast glances over at her, just to see if she was looking at him. God, you act like you're in high school again. It's not like mom and dad are in the other room just waiting to catch you feeling her up or something. he thought to himself. Tossing his wrapper into the bag, he casually, and not very smoothly, rested the arm closest to her along the back of the couch. Smooth move. You're lucky you didn't hit her in the head with your long ass arm.
"Sarcastic," she replied cheerily, rather focused on the movie and the way Famke was just an utter bitch. Dorcas rather preferred it when Famke was bitchy instead of sweet and kind. That was probably the reason she liked The Faculty so much despite it being a very silly movie. When she did glance at Evan between fries, it was always timed just so that he'd never catch her. Dorcas was an expert at looking out the corners of her eyes.
She had decidedly less food than him and finished a bit sooner so she had nothing to distract her when he put his arm out along the back of the couch. Since Evan hadn't actually touched her, she just figured he was getting comfortable in his own home and didn't say anything. Her mind flashed back to the text about whipped cream and she blushed faintly, "I have a sudden craving for candy..."