Jonathan Copeland (lightofday_) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-18 00:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | lana lang, superman |
Who: Johnny and Mason
What: Field of Dreams and booze
Where: Johnny's place
When: After this
“I’ve decided I don’t like this movie,” Mason said after taking his... Actually, he wasn’t sure what number shot this was, but it had stopped burning, so that was a good sign. For him, anyway. “I can’t feel my toes,” he said as he began to snicker and tried to shift onto his knees. Getting onto his feet was becoming a problem as he ignored the black screen on the TV with the white credits rolling. He hated this movie. It was so... Simple and unrealistic. He understood why people liked it. The sentimentality of it, though, always made him nauseous. He wasn’t going to rag on it, though. It was Johnny’s favorite.
Flopping onto the couch, Mason let out a groan and took a deep breath. “But I do love me some tequila.” He wasn’t sure where the ice cream went and frankly he could care less. It was probably off in a corner somewhere melting and, no doubt, would make clean up in the morning sticky and uncomfortable. And not even in a good way. “Feel better?” he asked as he rubbed his eyes and glanced over at his best friend.