Why Should I Worry?

“Yeah but he’s got like, an army of children of the corn or some shit,” Dodger replied, rubbing the left over sleep in his eyes out with the palm of his hand, “I am not, I don’t get scared, but you might,” he gave her a teasing smirk.

“That’s like, with the creepy kids and stuff right?” Dodger asked, finishing off what was left in the mug and settling into the couch, “I haven’t seen it in awhile, so I can’t remember,” he watched the screen come alive as it came ‘on, pulling a leg under him and letting the other hang off the side of the seat.

“Hey, one day you will have to put up with me and my baseball okay?” he said, “It’s in my blood, like, encoded somewhere with the Billy Joel god,” Dodger laughed. “I dunno what they got down there,” he nodded his head towards the little cubby of movies that seemed to either have a lot or less depending on when someone came into the rec room.

“Well shit now you made it dirty,” he said, pulling his knees up on the couch with him, and turning so he faced her, back to the arm of the couch, “I dunno, I might just nap here again, yell at the television to give me the game or somethin’. See if the movies in here are still terrible,”

“I bet,” he commented, watching her, clearly amused, tapping a bit on the side of the mug with his pointer finger, a habit he picked up when he needed to keep them busy, “What’s your plans?” he asked in return.

“Mmm, nothin’,” he said, dragging the mmm out in a mock tone of thinking, “Thought of gettin’ outta here for a bit, find a bar, somethin’,” he shrugged. “Visitin’ my lady in the music room,”

He just started laughing, “I was messin’ with you, promise,” he said, leaning forward so his arms rested on his knees, looking back up at her, “No impulse control apparently, comes with the territory,” he broke into a wide grin before chuckling.

Dodger leaned forward and breathed directly on her nose when she laid on his lap, “Sorry what about my breath?” he asked, taking a drink from the mug with a satisfied look on his face.

He nodded, “Alright then, I think I can manage that,” he raised an eyebrow after a small span of silence, “So…do ya need someone to go with you Friday? Like…moral support or somethin’?

“I owe you lobster?” he repeated, “Fine then, when and where?”