"Dude, you're going to love it." Staas loved it, and he saw no reason why Ira wouldn't. It was smart comedy, and really well researched and acted. It only got better once you knew it was mostly improvised.
The movie amused him, as it always did, his giggles their strongest as Jennifer Coolidge thanked God for the model trains, and the venue coordinator slapped the neurotic little guy on the head. And, of course, he got wrapped up in the Mitch and Mickey performance at the end. Such an awesome movie.
Staas put the DVD away as Ira cleared the mugs, and then he leaned over to pick Lady up from the back of the couch. He didn't want to risk her getting into the kids' room and somehow wake Theo. Pandemonium would ensue. So he carried her to his room, and put her at the foot of his bed. Ira followed, shutting the door behind himself. They took turns brushing their teeth and Staas shed his hoodie, taking a moment to examine the shots of Carey he had on his wall, remembering the concerts and bands and roadtrips. Happy times.
He was smiling as he climbed under the covers, which only grew as Lady crept up the bed between them, purring as they each reached out to pet her.