"What, movie, y'mean? Or play?" "Movie, man. Plays are too boring." "Boring?" Billy laughed and pushed his empty beer mug aside, signaling for another one. "Theatre's not boring, Elijah, it's immediate. Real. An age old --" "Yada, yada, whatever," Elijah said, waving dismissively, almost toppling off his stool. "Movies is the topic. So?" "What was the subject again?" "Quotes." "Right, right." Billy smiled at the bartender when she brought over a new mug of beer for him and refilled Elijah's coffee. "Um, alright. 'You keep using that word. I do no' think it means what you think it means'." "The fuck is that from?" "'The Princess Bride', a'course." "Oh, for fuck's --" Elijah threw his hands up in disgust. "I meant a cool film." "What're you on about? It's a fantastic bloody film. It's got every --" "-- Everything, yeah, I know. I've seen it." "'Anybody got a peanut?'" Elijah rolled his eyes. "You're not going to start actually quoting, are you?" "Hadn't actually planned on it, no." "Good." Billy grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'll just make you watch it with me when we get home." "Better not, or I'll...um..." "Yes?" "I dunno. But, it'll be bad. Trust me." Elijah nodded, running nail-bitten fingers through wildly spiked hair. "And, um, you won't like it." "You're just saying that." Billy grinned, wiping beer foam from his lips with the back of his hand. "You adore me." "Doesn't mean I want to watch a chick flick with you." "Are ye insinuating that I'm a woman?" Elijah gulped when Billy grabbed his hand. "Um -- I -- Billy, what're you -- BILLY!!" Elijah snatched his hand back. Billy smirked. "Thought not," Billy said. "That was --" Elijah cleared his throat. "Very, um..." "Manly?" "Yeah, something like that," Elijah murmured, sinking back -- as much as he could, anyway -- into his stool. "No more having at my favorite film, then?" "Um, sure." Elijah paused, looked deep into crystal-green eyes. "Could we, y'know, maybe, um, do that without making fun? Maybe?" Billy's smile was soft as he brushed his lips across Elijah's neck, watched soft skin pucker under his touch. "Whenever you'd like, Lijah. You don't need an excuse."
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