la mort plus douce

“My idea of ruining the night is not being able to see this show,” said Crowley, a wink on his face to indicate his joking tone. He dodged the legs of a particularly tall man, shooting him a look until he tucked them back in. “I wouldn’t call this show ‘catching up’ really. It’s not as modern as you’re thinking it is.” He said it matter-of-fact, acutely aware of the time period Claudia was last ‘active’ being considerably farther than the last decade.

“Still, this is one I haven’t seen yet. That counts as catching up,” she argued. “Besides, modern culture is so...much.” A pause as she tried to find a suitable word for it and failing. “There’s so much of it, and it’s all so...low culture. I don’t understand how anyone could stand it, day in day out. Just the sheer stupidity of their reality shows-- the amount of people I’ve seen embarrassing themselves auditioning for cheap talent shows..” She shook her head disapprovingly.