Danny stretches as far as his spine could go before he drops back down onto the bed with a groan.
“Do you want a hot pack or something?”
He glances at Sam as she drops down next to him. She swats at his chest until he groans and takes off the binder under his shirt.
“Nah, I’m good really I just want to lay here in misery.”
"Alright theater kid,” she scoffs.
Tucker sits onto the bed next to him and places a bowl of buttered popcorn on his chest and settles a bowl of caramel popcorn with syrup on his lap. Danny scrunches his nose at that and wonders how much Tucker’s dentist must hate him.
Sam chews on the straw of her milkshake as she flips through the movies on screen. “What are we feeling today boys?”
“The Mummy,” Tucker automatically responded.
“No, I’m tired of looking at Brendan Fraser’s ass. It was great the first few times but now I’m just bored.”
“First off.” Tucker points a sticky finger at Sam. It was directly above Danny’s face and he could see the light sheen of syrup on it. He makes an even more disgusted face. “One can never get tired of looking at Brendan Fraser’s ass. It’s great. Second, I’m here for Arnold Vosloo this time. Him as Imoteph? God.” He feigns a swoon and Sam makes gagging noises at him.
“Doesn’t the shitty CGI bother you, though?” Danny asks. “Like, I can never stop thinking about the fakest flames I’ve ever seen in the intro.”
“To be fair it was good for it’s time. We’re just older now and have better tastes.”
“Older, yes. Better taste, debatable.” Still, she starts up The Mummy Returns.
Danny grabs some pillows and props his head up to see better. He shifts his body a bit and cringes at the sensation of blood.
“This kid is fucking stupid,” Sam mutters.
“Listen with parents like Nick and Evelyn, of course he’ll just be wandering around some abandoned temple.”
They lapse into silence again. Despite Sam’s teasing, she was really focused on the scenes with Evelyn and Anack-Su-Namun. Though they all had a collective gay panic at Nick throwing back that knife to disposable-and-a-probably-racist-depiction villain number one. Then a gay death from watching Evelyn and Ardeth kick some ass.
They may or may not have repeated scenes from that fight more times than is socially acceptable.
Around the jungle scene Danny sits up and mutters about going to the bathroom to change. Sam looks up to check the time. “You hungry? We should get something to eat.”
“Nah? I mean, I’m not hungry and it’s not long before the movie finishes.”
Tucker tips the rest of the popcorn into his mouth then gives him a pointed look. “The last time you ate was breakfast, Dan. It’s like almost dinner time.”
Sam sighs dramatically and makes a show of getting off the bed. “What will you ever do without us.”
“A dude can only wish.” She slings an arm around him and nods towards the door. “Let’s get some greasy as shit burgers.”
Tucker walks up to them with the empty bowl of popcorn and raises an eyebrow at Sam. “Can vegan burgers even be greasy?”
She shrugs. “It’s a burger.”
After Danny takes a quick detour to the bathroom, the three of them find themselves in the kitchen. Danny plucks out the ingredients as Tucker sets up the sound system. Sam looks into the fridge over Danny’s shoulder. She nudges him and asks “You wanna drink a bit?”
“Burgers and beer sounds so american I’m kind of feeling my skin get whitewashed.”
Tucker bursts out laughing and Sam gives him a disappointingly proud smile. “We’re not drinking beer, we’ll bust out the big guns.”
“Busting out the vodka at-” Tucker glances at his phone- “five PM Mx. Manson? What a rebel.”
She smiles widely at him. “You know it.”
Danny rolls his eyes and pushes her away. “Not today. I don’t feel like having a hangover in addition to all this stupid body pain.” He phases his hand through the drawer and pulls out a pan.
Sam nods and pulls out a beer for herself. She tilts her head at Tucker and after a shake of his head closes the fridge. They make their dinner with the soundtrack of How To Train Your Dragon playing in the background.
A plate of hamburgers in one hand and their respective drinks in the other, they meander back to the room to continue watching their movie.
Danny demolishes his in less time that is humanly possible and Tucker even gives him one of his as well. They load up another movie once The Mummy ends and give a bit more running commentary now that they have food in them.
Somewhere around 8 PM Danny retracts his initial decline of the alcohol but sticks to just a bottle of beer to sip at. Tucker grabs his own bottle as well along with Sam’s second.
They give up on the movies and set up some games. They argue over what to put in before they decide to just let Sam play Resident Evil as the two of them try to minimize their backseat gaming. They still yell and scream at the monsters and jumpscares despite literally just facing off a ghost who used its entrails to trap people.
“Hey Sam do you have overnight pads?” Danny asks offhandedly as he watches her shoot a zombie in the knee.
“Yeah, but I think I moved them. They might be- fucking bitch give a fucker a warning next time jesus christ- they might be in the drawer of the closet.”
He nods and goes to look. After a bit of moving some unfolded clothing, he found a pack and excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, Tucker was on the controller and screaming at Mr. X.
He smiles softly at them. These times of the months always sucked ass but at least he had some buddies to make it less worse.
He tells Tucker that he should probably not use the handgun and goes to sit next to him again.
