2019-09-30 - Movie Night: Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Showtime's not for another hour or so, but the door to 7 Oak Avenue is... well, it's unlocked. Everyone who's invited knows they can just come on in. The music playing through the house--too quietly to really carry past the door as it is kept at conversation-friendly volume--is telling, too, a pre-party soundtrack of light, fluffy pop setting the tone. Sparrow's almost certainly to blame for that. At the moment, the redhead is toward the back of the house with her brother, leaning against the counter while she munches on food that is almost certainly meant for guests. She's kind of a guest, right? Sort of? By some stretch of someone's imagination? "Kinda wanna make a No Weird rule for the night," she proposes to Corey oh so casually, after she spent the last little while explaining the circumstances of Alfie's most recent mysterious disappearance and return. "Kinda figure I'll be the first to break it." Which means no, no rule.

Tonight, Sparrow's in Rainbow Brite leggings with the colorful characters on a bright white background paired with an oversized black tee shirt which reads RAD on the front in stylized teal letters. And though her feet are bare? There's make-up. Eyes darkly lined with a dusting of color, lips glossed faintly orange. Comfortable, but still cute. She's plainly put out effort to manage it.

Astrid shuffles in, in over-sized sweats and a cutoff t-shirt that shows flashes of the edge of her stomach just over the low-sitting sweatpants. Her shirt boasts a Viking shield and runic patterning with the words 'VIKINGFEST 2017.' She's wearing adorable piglet slippers -- all pink with a curly tail and flopped-over ears. She has her hair thrown up into what is affectionately known as a sleeping-bun, and she looks like she could use about thirty-hundred winks.

She brightens through the door, and she's just looking a bit like she's coming down with something. "Hey guys," Astrid offers up, trying to be chipper through her minor headache.

It probably doesn't come as a surprise to anyone that Corey is cooking. And, fancy snacks were promised, so he's working on various things. In particular;
- grilled cheeses cut up into finger lengths, with tomato soup dip
- potato skins with bacon, cheese and finely diced scallions
- mini spicy crab cakes, with lemon aioli dip.
- teeny tiny quesadillas with spicy chicken filling, made out of wonton skins rather than tortillas
- deep-fried jalapeno poppers stuffed with goat's cheese
- sweet potato fries with paprika and a spicy salsa dip
- And, of course, loads of popcorn.

"I mean, I'm up for that rule, Phil, but it ain't gonna hold," he comments to his sister, then lifts a hand as Astrid shuffles on in. "Coffee, beer, juice or water?"

Marius is there along with the others from next-door, and he doesn't look much better than any of them. "We're totally feeling better." They're not. He's got bags under his eyes, and he wears a plain blue hoodie and jogging pants that 'shush shush' with every step. He's also wearing socks with Birkenstocks, like a heathen. "Water, lots of water." He isn't drinking mead, and he hasn't brought any -- he really must be kind of sick. "Totally great idea, by the way. And something smells way better than it should."

It's a bit after Astrid's and Marius' arrival that Dylan comes in, complete with a big, overstuffed chair-pillow thing and his messenger bag. It's right at the door that he pauses to take his shoes off and pull out something more comfortable to slip into. While his grey t-shirt with pink and purple faded paint stains is no surprise, or even the black pair of shorts he has on, it's his feet that has all the love. A pair of calf high socks have a fluffy body of a wolf, one on each of them. There is even an adorable little bushy tail at the top of the sock, and presumably, their heads end at his toes.

But those toes? They are covered up. Dylan is wearing a pair of wooly sheep slippers, complete with sproingy 'eyes' that are attached to springs, bouncing around as he shuffles into the house. "Hello!" Comes the bright, cheerful welcome to all and sundry.

"I should have asked if I came over with a cold. We're kind of rocking it, though. Look?" Astrid turns to one side to show off the racing stripe down either thigh of her pants. Then she flashes a warm smile before she shuffles over to a seat. She looks over all the foods, and then she takes some jalapeno peppers, because those are good for clearing your sinuses. "Um, I brought some whiskey to make a hot toddy. Momma makes them all the time for colds." Then she grabs a plate to finish piling on foods, including the crab cakes, because --

Oh. Em. Gee.

When Alfie emerges, it's in descent, down the stairs from the second floor. He's in a grey plaid shirt that's clearly too big for him - a post-grunge stand-in for a lounging robe, that hangs more off one shoulder than the other. He wears distressed gray jeans and shoes have been left behind with his socks, with no declared intent to leave the confines of this abode on movie night. His eyes are glassy, and he smells like the bowl he just smoked. His nostrils twitch, sucking in air and the scent of Corey's buffet of fancy snacks.

He looks surprised that there are people already here, but not quite ready to meet the crowd head-on; having not yet parsed the faces he knows, from those he barely knows, from those he doesn't yet know at all. He waves on his way into the kitchen and raids the fridge for an iced tea cooler. He opens it before returning to the living space where gathering has been intended.

Sparrow's phone buzzes intermittently, sounds turned off but vibration still on, the odd text message here or there getting a grin and a quick reply. "I know. But there's some part of me..." That remains eternally, foolishly optimistic? Ever hopeful that she can sink back into ignorance? When people start filtering in, she stops picking at the sweet potato fries and straightens up to go play host, putting on her brightest, most charmingest smile... and trying not to let the worry spread across her features at Marius' unsuccessful assurances of wellness. "I would so totally hug you, but." No. Nope. No. Somebody's got a heavy course load this semester! She promises Astrid, "It's totally okay. We'll just... make sniffly seating and not sniffly seating. Right?" She shoots a look toward Corey for confirmation before settling her focus on Dylan. "Which side are you on, Rink? Feeling better?" That smile when Alfie moves past? She's feeling better. Worries briefly dispelled. "Hey."

The sound outside in the drive is that of a Harley 880 cutting he engine. Shortly there after is Joey with a Nicole in tow knocking with two callous knuckles and letting them in. He brought every sick person's favourite companion: the Tennessee Honey Whiskey. Like theraflu if it kicked more ass. There is nothing noteworthy about the t-shirt, jeans, hoodie leather jacket combo other than it's classic and it works. "Hey hey." He pauses looking to the food and then other half of Other-double-trouble. "Damn, man." This is a compliment.

A big thumbs up is cast towards Sparrow from Dylan, the not talkative fellow speaking out simply, "All good!" No remnant of that flu on Rink, though there is a brand new, if rather small, scar right above an eyebrow. He shakes his pillow towards her before his eyes cast around, trying to get a feeling of where the best place to camp out is at. With those hands full, it's a rather envious look he casts towards those gathering food, standing up to his tiptoes to get a better lookout over that spread of delightful treats.

Marius looks behind him as the door opens again, "Hey. Damn. The beanbag's a great idea." He shuffles forward, out of the doorway, and shakes his head at Sparrow's totally-not-offer, and answers, "Yeah. Don't. I think I got this from feeding Ash chicken noodle. But she was totally worse than I was then." She wasn't. He follows Astrid to the food and carefully takes a couple of grilled cheese strips and potato skins, making sure to take anything he touches. "What's a Rink? Hey, Marius. Astrid." He gestures to her, "I'd shake your hand, but..." but he's backing away from the food area.

Did she really wear a long skirt on a motorcycle? Yes, yes she did. Nicole arrives with Joey, walking in with a smile and a wave. She's wearing aforementioned long flowing skirt in a light blue cotton with a loose fitting and loose-knit soft scoop necked sweater of dark gray that often slips off her shoulder, and beneath, a white tank top. She slips off her shoes at the door, happy to be completely barefoot when she enters the room. "Hello, everyone." The hairdresser's own hair is worn loose at the moment, one braid woven into it to frame the side of her face and keep her locks somewhat manageable. She looks a little tired, but not nearly as bad off as some seem tonight.

All these people sniffling and croaking - Corey grumbles something and starts a new cooking project with chicken and tarragon and garlic and all sorts of other bits. "Y'all should be wrapped up and dosed with chicken soup," he states, possibly what he's going to make next. Though, he is mollified slightly when people gravitate towards the food and start eating. Maybe he even chest-puffs a bit. Proud chef is proud. "Yeah, a quarantine zone sounds good. Sick people by the couch, non-sick people on beanbags and pillows."

"The food smells good," Alfie tells Corey, and there's a tired quality to his voice that his semi-stoned expression hides well enough. And he gravitates naturally toward Corey's sister, Sparrow, replying to the single-word greeting with body language that he's going to be that guy at the party - staying close to who they know, even though he lives here. But there's no sense that he's a proper host; just another participant in experiencing movie night. He bumps shoulders with her and turns his regard outward, nodding additional greetings to any that should take note of him in turn, and occasionally glancing at the real estate available at this early hour, in terms of seating.

In addition to the already present sniffly group is Ash, lagging behind and looking literally like death warmed over. It's not cute. She probably hasn't actually showered in a day or two, and her blonde hair is up in a slightly greasy ponytail, she's got on a full body pj suit, bright yellow Pikachu, which would be cute if she wasn't looking sickly with the pale skin, bright red nose, and a pillow hugged to her chest. She's brought a coffee mug, one of the large travel ones, and anyone that dares get close enough can probably smell the whiskey...and tea, that might be inside it, "Hi." She just stands inside the door, ready to be turned away if people deem her too sick.

"But, but... movie night." Young twenty-somethings and their sense of immortality. They're young, they will bounce back. It can't be worse than a night of binging. In fact, Astrid is shuffling off to get herself some hot water, tea, lemon, and whiskey. She gets one for Marius, and preps one for Ash -- who should be here. At some point. Oh, there she is! She glances back over her shoulder toward her blonde BFF, and she brightens her friend with dimples. "Ash! I'm making you a hot toddy. Now go quarantine yourself in a corner." So much love. She looks at Marius as she makes him his toddy. "More whiskey than tea, right?"

The cushy pillow-chair thing Dylan is carrying is tossed down on the floor away from the couch, and where he hopes will be a relatively out of the way of the middle of people spot. A hand lifts to give a waggle of fingers in greeting to Nicole when she comes in, and then to Ash as well, but he? He has a date with the food next, after a brief stop. Two manilla folders are brought with him as he goes onwards, and the first is put off onto a clear spot of the counter as he looks to Corey. "Finished sketch!" He offers as way of explanation, before the second is held out to Sparrow. "Finger painting." Is stated to her, and once relieved of his artwork, it's off to gather up treats. "Rink!" Is repeated when Marius asks, a finger pointing directly to himself.

"Hey, cutie!" Hard to be sure to whom Sparrow is talking, whether it's Joey or Nicole, given that it's clearly the latter to whom she blows a kiss when the couple come on in. "Been a bit concerned given the radio silence since Operation Breakfast Sausage..." But she hasn't exactly been proactive herself, what with school and weird shit and... whatever else keeps Sparrows busy. When Alfie draws near, she closes the distance, answering his shoulder bump with an all-too-cute nuzzle against his cheek. And then she peels away, starting toward the living room--like, right over there, totally in view of the kitchen with windows looking out over the backyard behind the couch--and starts to do a little furniture rearranging, moving the couch over thattaway and the beanbags over this way, making good on that threat of separation. When she catches Marius asking about Rink, she pauses and mutters, "Shit. I'mma have to do introductions. Uh. You all need introductions?" Blink. She takes up the folder, considering Rink. "Is it safe to look?"

Jaime wanders in after Joey and Nicole, dressed in a pair of work boots, faded jeans, and a black t-shirt with a cartoon shark on it. He glances around at all the sniffling and slippers and both brows raise a little. "I feel overdressed," he observes idly to himself more than anything else, and drifts toward the designated non-sick portion of the room, but not before grabbing some snacks, because snacks. Which he keeps out of reach of Joey, just in case. This is a fend-for-yourself situation.

Marius nods at Corey's confirmation of Sparrow's suggestion, "Yeah. You don't want this nasty-ass cold." It's not a cold. He takes his plate of food over toward a corner, where Ash has been relagated, "Yes please," he responds to Astrid's question. Ash gets a shake of the head, "Wow. Get over here, Ash." He slumps down into the corner, leaning back against the wall, "I declare sniffle-pile. So we don't infect the couch either." Joey and Nicole get a little wave, and Dylan a nod, "Rink. Pleased to meetcha." He looks around, the starts to point, "Phil, Corey, Alfie, Astrid, Ash, Marius, Rink..." beat pause, "And people I don't know. Hi."

"I have one!" Ash calls back in Astrid's direction, lifting her mug, "Mostly whiskey...but still." She then moves towards the corner where directed, dropping her pillow down before she follows, folding her legs beneath her before she takes a swallow from her toddy-to-go. She then leans to the side, dropping her head on Marius' shoulder, "I'm going to lean here until Astrid comes back, then I'm going to lay on her and die slowly. But I still love you." When introductions or whatever are made, the mug in her hand gets lifted at her name, "Hi...I'm usually not gross. I promise."

"I could get you something more comfortable to change into if you'd like," Sparrow quips to Jaime with a wide smile shot his way. There's even a chessy brow-waggle to go with it. Her smile goes all soft and grateful when it turns toward Marius, and she picks up where he left off. "Jaime, Joey--" Good luck telling 'em apart! "--and Nicole." That's everyone here so far, right? "I'm expecting at least one more Garrett," which gets another look toward Jaime, pleased to have all the bandmates in one place. Then it's back to the cluster of sniffles and slippers. "Ash is totally usually hot as fuck," she agrees. "Like in the good way not in the running a fever way." Her frown is decidedly sympathetic as she points them all to the couch. "We can burn it. Sit. Be comfortable, okay? You're welcome here. Disease and all." Nevermind how she circles in a wide arc on her way back toward Alfie and the kitchen.

Things are diced, added to a pot, Corey putting stuff on to boil. Then, done with the cooking for a bit, he grabs himself a beer and a loaded potato skin, opening and sipping from one, then biting into the other. Mmm. "So, who out of you all was patient zero?" he asks of the collective pile of zombie-sick people. "And, you want some blankets? We've got some winter ones we're not using and could probably do with replacing, right Mena?" he prompts his twin.

Alfie leans into Sparrow's nuzzle, but straightens back up as not to topple when she departs to rearrange the furniture. He starts to drink his vodka iced tea cooler. And his gaze is still rather distant as it sweeps across the unfamiliar and semi-familiar alike. When the option of introductions is offered, he shrugs and nods all at once, as if not to make an imposition - like he's happy to be the tattooed wallpaper here tonight. That is, a portion of wallpaper intent on stealing snacks and polishing off some sweet and sugary drinks. He lifts his bottle in greeting when his name is given out, to give a visual cue to which of those listed is an 'Alfie'.

Dylan's filling up a plate with samples of each, just a nice tasting rather than piling it on, until that question from Sparrow comes. He just stares at her a moment, the look on his face an obvious, 'I wonder what not safe consists of', before finally he offers a reassuring smile. "Safe." He is going back onwards towards his tucked out of the way place when he hears Corey asking whom was patient zero, and this just makes him shrink down, melting into the floor and against his brought in pillow, with only the wobble of those sheep eye slippers to give him away.

"You got some bunny slippers?" Jaime asks Sparrow with a smirk at her quip, and then falls into a seat somewhere off to one side, probably on the floor, somewhere where he can dig into the pile of snacks that he has acquired -- a sampling of several of the options available. He lifts a hand and waves when his name is announced, so if anyone noticed, they could then sufficiently tell the twins apart. Jaime = Shark Shirt.

Smiling, Nicole wiggles her fingers back over towards Dylan. "Hey Rink. Been awhile... how are you doing?" She looks at him compared to the state of some of the other guests and leans closer to Joey. "Is this like one of those chicken pox parties where you try to introduce the germ to healthy people so everyone gets it?" She wrinkles her nose a little despite trying not to. No offense sick people!

"Hey gorgeous," Nicole calls back to Sparrow, clearly not caring if the cutie was meant for her, or Joey, or both, though the target does become more clear with the blown kiss. That is returned to the red head as Nicole kisses her fingertips and blows towards Sparrow's direction. "Pancakes. It was Pancakes... and bacon." Pause. "And coffee." At the question of introductions, Nicole looks around and waves her hand in the air. "Hi, I'm Nicole." Some may recognize her as she lived here for all her life, minus the last ten years, and has worked at the salon for the last two.

"Sure, yeah," Sparrow confirms for Corey. "Dad sent over, like, three boxes of bedding that I haven't even unpacked. And--" She looks back to Jaime, brows cocked unevenly. "--I might." Is he willing to roll the dice? She points the folder at Nicole and says, "Uh huh," both accepting that correction while sticking to her naming convention. "Doesn't mean I'm not wrong. But you can spill later." For now, while decisions about slippers and blankets are made, she takes a peek at whatever was in that folder Rink gave her. Slowly. Like she's not sure it's actually safe. Whatever she finds therein, she smiles faintly, staring for a second before it's dropped onto the counter atop Corey's.

That seems like a complicated question, because Ash raises a hand, "I gave it to the house." But then Dylan is sinking down and giving himself up as the source, too. Not that she rats him out, though. Instead she shakes her head at Sparrow and Corey, "We're good. Floor is fine." Isn't it? To those that she doesn't know, however, she stares momentarily until offering a smile and another, "Hi."

Joey cracks a grin to Sparrow looking not even in the slightest bit innocent. "Been busy." Uh huh. He smirks looking to Nicole with a She ain't wrong look but lets it go. He murmurs to Jaime... or maybe that is Joey and he's Jaime? "I dunno man, if you're over dressed stop wearin stuff. easiest solution." When introductions go around and Jaime- dude! snack thief! Hangs onto his own damn snacks he gives Nicole's cheek a smooch. "Sit. I'll grab somethin. What'chu want?" Answering Corey's question he says "I dunno. I got mine talking to teh cops when the gym caught fire..." He looks to nicole and points, "She's prolly my fault. I'll take blame on that.

Taking a look at the folder placed near him, tugging it out from under Sparrow's, Corey investigates the contents and grins brightly, turning towards Rink. "That's fuckin' incredible, man. I am totally getting it framed and hung here in the kitchen as a sign and a warning to whoever tries to meddle with my kitchen science," he announces, setting the picture in a safe place away from any potential spills, before heading upstairs to fetch blankets.

"Of course you're going to lay on Astrid instead of me. She's way better for laying on." Marius leans his head back, even as he reaches across his body to pat Ash's cheek. "I understand." He points to Sparrow, "And yes, Ash is usually hot in a good way. We're good though." He shakes his head at the offer from Corey, "Naw. I'm good. No chills right now. And, uh, yeah. Ash had it first. Oh, Rink had it first. Okay. Thanks Rink."

A lopsided grin spreads on nicole's face as Joey answers Sparrow, meaning he smooches a dimple when he leans in close to do so. She secures one of those blankets and finds a seat on the floor, though not near the really really sick people over there. "A good drink and some popcorn. Your cold medicine." She smiles then stubbornly says to Joey. "I am totally not sick.... I'm just.. tired."

Alfie forgoes starting on food while he still has a hand occupied with drink. And he doesn't quite commit to a place to sit, yet - but rather goes to lean hip-first against the armrest of the couch while people mingle and claim prime property for film going.

There's a knock at the door, but not near enough delay for anyone to actually get up, because it opens at the same time as the last knock. "Evening!" Garrett greets the room full of mostly-unfamiliar faces with a bright smile, London accent on full display with just the one word. Jaime and Sparrow each get an extra little nod of greeting. "Brought drinks," he adds to nobody in particular, holding up a twelve pack of White Claw in each hand. And that's all he's got for the room full of people at large before he shuffles towards Alfie, presumably based purely on him being the first person he notices that isn't already sitting. "Point me towards the kitchen, mate?" he asks quietly.

Sparrow casts a Mama Bird look over at the nesting 9 Oaks like she might take a stance on cushioned seating and blankets, but she doesn't. Instead, she looks to her brother and gives him that stern look that says he best take care of people his way if she can't take care of them her way. With everyone getting settled, she checks her phone again--still expecting at least one more--then sets it back down when she finds no new messages. She prepares herself a bowl of food consisting of more sweet potato fries, poppers, grilled cheese slices and popcorn than she'll likely be able to manage on her own, snags a beer from the fridge... and, again, takes a wide arc back to the safe side of the living room. Just to be safe.

When Garrett makes his way back, Sparrow smiles brightly his way and points right over there, the kitchen close to their current setup. And then she points toward the guy perched on the edge of the couch. "Alfie, Garrett. Boyfriend, bassist." Important people, know one another! And then she circles round to, "Ash, Astrid, Marius, Joey, Nicole. Rink. Corey you know. And, I mean." She looks to Jaime, grins. With that, she plops down next to the quiet inked guy, tipping her head against his side and asks, "Are we ready to do this?"

Astrid has been getting drinks, and she has a headcold, so missing entire swathes of conversation is totally okay. She does poke her head back into everything when she drops off Marius's drink, just in time to hear that someone is laying on her. "Ash is always welcome to sprawl on me. It's how we stay connected as souls." Mumbo jumbo horseshit, but she kisses Ash's head all the same. Then she gets to sipping her own cold remedy, unknowing that she's doomed with Veil Flu.

Alfie blinks to clarity from a daze when Garret addresses him. He turns his head and recognizes that, yes, he is the intended target of the question. His gaze dips to inspect that toted 'White Claw' like there's a customs for quality (there's not). But, all the same, there's a nod of approval. He doesn't wind up pointing out the kitchen - Sparrow gets to that before him. But he does advise, " Hi, bassist. If you need room, just put the hard iced tea in the door." Which is to say, the cheap sweet stuff in there is the low bar, and likely belongs to Alfie. And as for Sparrow's question as she sets her head against his side, he says, "Think so. Probably."

Coming back down from upstairs, Corey has a bunch of blankets slung over his shoulder. He's also wearing a gaudily neon purple gas mask and some yellow marigolds. Approaching the sick-pile, he begins to shake blankets out over each puddle and/or person. His voice, when he speaks, is somewhat muffled by the mask. "Dad's a bit hippy.." he explains, which is probably why the blankets are often crocheted, embroidered with tarot symbols or otherwise at least fringed and tasselled.

"Nice to meet everyone. I'll probably forget half your names over the next hour. Apologies in advance," Garrett offers the collective, accompanied by a wave, before he ducks away towards the kitchen, sounds of rearranging drinks drifting out as he plays refrigerator Tetris with everything.

Nicole lifts her hand to wave to Garrett when Sparrow mentions her name before moving to sit cross-legged and adjust her sweater for comfort. She is mostly quiet for the time being, waiting for snacks and the movie. "Nice to meet you too, Garrett."

"I love you." Ash replies, moving to smooch Astrid in return, but she doesn't actually lay on her. Instead she's busy drinking her tea until Corey comes back with blankets and a mask. There is a moment where she looks at him with wide eyes, then she reaches for the blanket that gets shaken out over her, "I love you, too." Then there is a look towards Sparrow, calling in her direction, "I love you, too!" Because she might be drunk or drugged enough to love everyone right now. New people, again, get a wave. "Hi."

"Already forgotten half of them," Marius assures Garrett as Astrid slumps down with him and Ash, "I know there' someone here named 'boyfriend' though, and I want to wedgy them out of general principle." When Corey looms over them with the gas mask, Marius blinks up at him, frowning, "That's not cool, man." Pause, and then he changes his mind, "Nevermind. Totally cool. Thanks." Because blankets! He lifts up his food and drink out of the way, "Is the mask a sex thing?"

Jaime lifts his drink in Garrett's direction when his bandmate turns up. "Hey, man, good to see you." But then Garrett is disappearing to play refrigerator Tetris, so he goes back to idly observing those in the room that he hasn't quite met yet, perhaps trying to remember the names that go with the faces.

"Likewise," Alfie notes to Garrett. That it's nice to meet him or that he won't remember half of the present names? Probably both. When it's noted by Marius that the one named 'boyfriend' may be overdue for a wedgy, he remarks, "I got through grade school without landing one of those. Not on my bucket list. Not that anyone who is into it should be ashamed." He pauses and then drinks a little more, the amber cast of his iced tea as seen through the bottle slowly depleting before the movie has already begun. It's been that kind of month.

Victory! Probably. Regardless, Garrett returns with twenty-three fewer cans in hand than he left with. "Sorry about that. Good to see you, too. How you been?" Garrett moves in Jamie's general direction, taking a drink from his can. Everyone else gets another wave of greeting, though Corey and the mask get a quirked upward eyebrow. No commentary beyond that, though.

"Halloween," Corey explains as to the origins of the mask. It might be truth, it might be a lie. Or maybe he went through some kind of neon punk rave phase. He's not telling, though Sparrow might if she's had a drink or two. Finishing with distributing the blankets, he retreats to the kitchen to remove mask and gloves and stir things, then reclaiming his beer for another sip.

Sparrow blows a big kiss over to Ash for the affection drunkenly sent her way, all half-lidded and happy. It's followed by a mouthed, "Sorry," up to Alfie for marking him a potential evil ex, forgetting the theme for the night. Getting comfortable on the couch, cross-legged with the bowl of tasty, tasty junk food in her lap, she pats the cushion beside her in invitation to Alfie then plucks up the remote. "Alright, kiddies. Rules are pretty much just have fun. Call out as you want. Whatever. Get up and down as much as you need. Bathroom's right there." She points. "You need anything you can't find, ask me or C. And..." She pauses, thinking. "That's it!" And, with that, they're off. Roll opening credits!

Down the stairs and around the corner comes a tall, lovely, 20-something dressed in a pair of black leggings, a little white crop top, and some Ugg slippers. "Did I miss it?" she asks, nevermind that the intro credits have started to roll. "What are we watching again? What about Canada?"

Jaime's camped out on the floor somewhere, probably with a cushion or something behind him, leaning against some bit of furniture or another wherever the non-sick people have congregated. When Garrett approaches he says, "Been pretty good. No long treks any time soon. Get to spend some time around town. Looking forward to playing some more, soon." Then he glances over toward the screen once the intro starts to roll.

Astrid's arms loop around Ash in the most loving embrace. She nestles her head against her hair, unafraid of the germies and cooties and microscopic Veil bacteria. She looks toward everyone else while she enjoys a sip from her hot toddy before offering her friend the mug. "You go to sleep and I'll pinch you awake. We don't sleep until the last level up." Then she looks over at Marius, and a warmer smile settles into place as she winks over to him. For everyone else, she raises her mug in salute for the movie to begin.

Sparrow mutters, "He's older than... half of us," of the 22-year-old Scott Pilgrim.

Sparrow also notes, "Red-headed drummers are the best. Best."

Nicole looks at Sparrow and rolls her eyes with a grin. "Not older than the other half of us."

Astrid tilts her head. "Why is that drummer familiar?" She says this mostly against Ash's head.

Alfie doesn't need any additional convincing in order to leave his perch. He steps around Sparrow from the armrest and sets down onto the cushion beside her. He tucks his bare feet up with him, in against his side opposite her. This means he's already leaning against Sparrow just a little by way of position as the movie starts playing.

With the movie started, Garrett considers his options and finds himself a nice promising bit of floor to settle himself into, leaning back against a couch wherever someone lets him.

Joey stretches out, feet up, "And that concludes the least biased comment all night." He considers asking, "This has Captain America in it don't it?"

"Captain Marvel." Right? Maybe. Who knows. Ash isn't actually looking at the movie at the moment, her eyes are shut, and she is drinking her drink by feel alone. Which isn't as hard as it sounds.

Jaime smirks over toward Sparrow and Nicole and says, "We're the designated adults, I guess. Scary thought."

Monica pauses, staring at the various people she doesn't now. She does a double take on Joeime, staring at the one, then the other, then the first again. Blink, blink. "Uh-..." Long pause. Then she looks over to Sparrow. "Redheads are hot," she agrees. Beat. "Is there wine?" She glances once more at the movie, then turns to head for the kitchen. "Anyone need anything?!"

"Michael Cera is Captain America?" Alfie probably hasn't caught up on any of the Marvel films he hasn't seen - if he's seen any thus far.

Sparrow's arm drapes comfortably over Alfie's shoulders, leaving her other hand free for beer-drinking, snack-munching and remote-controlling. "Evil Captain America," she confirms for Joey. And in the same tone, she tells Jaime, "You are." Sad fact. Nothing to be done about it. "Now I know who to call when I need a chaperone." She grins at Monica, waggling a wave her way. She doesn't need anything, but she does note, "Some white in the fridge. Corey's secret stash is secret. Tall thin drawer next to the fridge."

Marius waves off Alfie's claim to be avoiding wedgies, "It's okay. I've never given one. I'd probably just do it wrong anyhow. Or..." he stops, freeing one arm from Ash or Astrid so that he can cough into the corner of his elbow in Mythbusters-approved manner, "...cough on you." He pauses, then looks to Astrid, "What happens if I fall asleep? Am I getting pinched too?" He pauses, "And everything's got Captain America in it. I thought I saw him in town the other day."

Nicole winces at Jaime. "I don't want to adult." She tries to pay attention to the movie, as she has never seen this movie. Probably one of ten people total who has not.

Quiet. Dylan has been so completely quiet, not that he's normally noisy. With his food in hand, he nestles deeper into his chose spot of a big, comfy pillow chair, his eyes going squarely to watch the screen.

"Captain America is evil?" Alfie questions, more quietly, confused by this pop culture development. And he catches the offer from Monica for kitchen fixings a little later, lifting his bottle and asking, "Another of these, please?" It's the cheap hard iced tea from the fridge. Otherwise, he nestles in against Sparrow's side with her arm around him.

It seems Corey is less interested in the movie than he is doing things in the kitchen, cooking for his house full of guests. This probably comes as a surprise to nobody. He tries to keep the clattering to a minimum however so as not to disturb those who are watching.

"Hell, is Scott Pilgrim the dividing line for who's an adult now?" Garrett heaves an overly melodramatic sigh. "To apparently lost youth," he offers with a grin, raising his can to the folks that have piped up on the matter before taking a drink.

"Damn, is everyone in this movie hot?" Monica asks, before slipping out fully. "Ah, uh-... Got it, Alf," she says, with a sweet smile and a wave. Then she's into the kitchen. "Hiiiiiiii Corey," she says, with a sweet smile. "You look great today. I'm so happy to see you. And everything you're cooking smells amazing."

"In this movie, he is," Sparrow says of Cap. "Though this is before he goes all superhero." She snorts to Garrett's toast and notes, "We're all older than Knives?" if that's a better line to draw. "But it's comfy on the under twenty-two side."

The mug is finally empty, which means that Typhoid Ash has to get up to get more. The blanket is pulled off, and she extracts herself from the sniffling cuddle pile in the corner, "I thought it was just Captain marvel in this." Now she's looking at the movie with a curious expression, "Weird." Yup. That sums it up, and then she starts to shuffle in the direction of the kitchen, careful to avoid most people so that she doesn't sniffle on them. "Hey, where'd Ast put the whiskey?"

"All kinds of ass," Sparrow echoes cheerfully.

"There were kids on a field trip at work last week older than Knives. That's a low bar, Sparrow," Garrett counters, tone deadpan but expression a barely-concealed grin.

"Everyone in Hollywood maybe," Alfie remarks, extending the range of those depicted to a blanket region he's never visited. "Thanks!" he adds, in Monica's direction - and if there's an aversion to that alien shorthand of his name, it's already forgiven. He even manages a smirk despite his earlier apparent funk for Sparrow's cheerful echo.

Nicole shifts slightly to lean against something, maybe Joey, as she munches on popcorn and tries to follow the movie. "Why am I so tired?" she wonders softly.

"Soooo many red solo cups. Turns out apparently that's like totally a US thing." When the keys smack Scott in the head he snickers, "God, Jaime how many times have I done that to you?" He reaches over and picks off Nicole's plate.

"Enough to explain some things," Jaime says to Joey, giving him a slightly squinty-eyed look.

"Thanks Mon," Corey murmurs to Monica with a sidelong smile, quietly so as not to disturb the people watching their movie. "Grab some and go sit, yeah?"

"Augh," Marius grumps at Garrett, "God I hope not." He starts noshing on snacks and his eyebrows go up, "Hey, this is really good, Corey." He nods to Monica at her question, "I mean... yes... it's Hollywood. Depends on your definition of hot." His stomach revolts to the idea of 'food,' no matter how tasty it is, and it grumbles loudly, causing Marius to groan. "I love the style in this movie. It's like... it busts out, but still fits."

"I dislike the giddy Asian stereotyping." Says a usually giddy half-Filipino. Astrid was adopted, she can be judgey.

Sparrow opens her mouth like she might have some counter for Garrett's remark, but... nothing comes. She just pouts at him. Heaving a sigh, she tips her head against Alfie's and noms on some grilled cheese, eyes back on the movie.

Monica sends another adoring smile to Corey, then fetches wine and hard iced tea. She turns back and heads into the room. "Isn't this movie, like, just... brimming with stereotypes?" she asks, as she walks over to Alfie and Sparrow. She hands off the bottle of hard ice tea to the former, then snags a pillow, and sits in front of the latter.

"It sends the tone early on, and that lets it flex its stylistic muscles," says the arts-centric general studies student who hasn't experienced much of the Marvel franchise, to Marius. Alfie settles comfortably into Sparrow's tipping of her head against his.

Astrid looks to Ash. "Think I would look good with purple hair?" Then she looks over to Monica and she grins slightly with a shrug. "Yeah. Maybe we should take a shot every time there's a stereotype." And that's how you end up in barfville.

"Yes." Sparrow does not hesitate to answer Astrid's Ash-directed question, which means the word is mushy with food. She swallows then tries again. "Do it. Purple hair and drinking game." She lifts her beer. No shots. Too lazy.

"How about a drink?" Monica asks, looking over to Astrid. She flashes a smile. "Oh, and, like, hey... everyone. I'm Monica. I live here." Beat. "Wait, is alt white girl with crazy colored hair a stereotype?" Beat. "Awkward Canadians...?"

Garrett looks expextantly at Sparrow, waiting for a response.... then grins at her, clearly pleased with his victory. Then he blinks at Astrid's suggestion for shot-taking. "...I'm not sure there's enough liquor in town for that," he says with false concern.

Ash finds the whiskey, refills her mug but skips the tea, then makes her way back in time for the question, "You could be a blonde like me." She drops herself back into the pile, then her attention targets Dylan, "Rink, could you draw Ast with purple hair so we could see it just to double-check? And kitty ears. She needs kitty ears."

Alfie takes the hard iced tea with the light smirk still on his face. "Thank you. Aren't most?" he says, to the talk of stereotypes and film. "I mean, the popular ones. Mass appeal through common archetypes kind of thing." He's loosened up a bit. His lightweight, empty stomach absorbing of sweetened vodka helps. And, "I don't really know any Canadians."

Sparrow cheerfully flips off Monica at her undoubtedly pointed question. And then, well, she drinks. To her own damned stereotype. No shame.

Sparrow's easy answer has her grinning, but then she's looking back at Ash. "I do not need kitty ears," Astrid huffs. Then she squints. "Wait, is her hair pink? Wasn't it purple?" Now she scoffs. "Women do not wear bras to bed." She then shoves a jalapeno popper at Ash to eat.

Monica glances over her shoulder, at Sparrow, and blows a kiss. Then she takes a drink. "I try to wear a bra as little as possible," she offers up. "And I think it's the lightning? Pink-purple? Anna Kendrick is gorgeous."

Dylan's head tilts to the side as he hears his name, and he takes a long moment to watch first Ash, and then that particular target of the conversation, Astrid. A low 'hmmm' of consideration comes, and then he reaches over to his messenger bag, flipping it open to pull out a sketch pad. Up into his lap it goes, and while one ear is cast towards the movie? His eyes are primarily upon Astrid now, at least while he starts to sketch the first, rough outline of whatever he plans to work on.

Sparrow makes a happy sound for girl drummers flipping people off. A theme clearly close to her heart.

Alfie polishes off his first bottle. He sets the empty between the calf and thigh of his legs tucked in against his side. He opens the second to start on that. He's not playing the drinking game, but he's keeping up all the same.

"Nice to meet you, Monica. Garrett. Bassist with these two." The introduction is made with a finger pointing back and forth between Sparrow and Jaime.

"Is smartass, snarky girl-drummer a stereotype?" Monica asks, as she takes a swig anyways. Why not pound white wine? "Mmm, you guys are in a band?! Can I come and, like, Knives-fan-girl?" she asks, asking Garrett with big eyes and a bright smile.

With a bit more bustle around in the kitchen, Corey emerges with a tray full of mugs. The mugs are full of chicken soup. He puts them down within reach of the zombie flu pile, then retreats to go clean up his domain. Exit chef, stage right.

"Got the band together for the band movie," Sparrow croons proudly on the wake of Garrett's introduction, shooting a smile to Monica. "You can fangirl for me any time you like, baby." No comment on the question of stereotypes. It's a given.

"OH, Dylan," Nicole suddenly turns towards the quiet artist. "I did Nurse Abby's hair recently and she saw 'Hair Fairy'. Said she plans to hang the drawing you did of the hospital somewhere in the hospital. Soon, your art will be everywhere."

As the dancing starts, yeah, this is time to drink. Sparrow doesn't call it. She just chugs.

"Yes," Marius responds to Astrid. "To the purple hair." He takes a drink of his hot toddy and looks back to Ash, "Or blonde hair. Or keeping her own hair." He pauses, considering, then shakes his head, "no to the kitty ears. Too anime." But then Astrid is commenting on bra-wearing to bed, and he chuckles, closing his lips tightly.

"S-L-Ick..." Nicole repeats after the demon girls in the movie.

"... I'd totally fight this guy. ..." Looking to Nicole he smooches her head "I fought enough fire flinging hipsters this week." Looking to Marius he points, "Agreed no on the ears."

Garrett chuckles. "You can absolutely come fangirl at us," he confirms, smiling. And then he's drinking to keep up with folks, which means getting up to get another in short order. "Anyone need another?" he calls over his shoulder as he heads towards the kitchen.

Dylan's head perks up, casting a brilliant smile over towards Nicole when she mentions the hair fairy, his head bobbing up and down. "Abby's nice." Up a hand lifts, a finger pointing towards his scar, figuring Nicole, at least, will get that figured out in what he means before his attention shifts back to the movie momentary before his pencil wielding hand picks back up where it left off.

"Oh, there we go," Monica says, with a laugh. She takes a drink. "I'll totally show up for your battle of the bands. Show up drunk, take my top off, really put my heart into it," she assures. A pause, then she's clapping. "Yay he won!" Beat. "I think I might go blonde..." Beat. "Oh! Get me more wine! ... Bring the whole bottle!"

"I'm going to keep blonde." No one asked you, Ash. She reaches forward for one of the bowls of soup, pulling it towards her before she shoves the jalapeno into her mouth. She then points out to Marius and Astrid, with her mouth full, "Dylan does really awesome drawings." She glances towards Nicole, seeming to clue into something, "Oh, shit, you're the fairy thing?"

Alfie seems to consider asking for another drink as the opportunity arises. He lifts his current bottle in front of his eyes and swirls it to make the line of liquid more clearly apparent through the opaque amber glass. He scrunches his nose - no, better not. Not yet. He takes a swig instead.

Nicole tilts her head towards Joey in a nod and he smooches her head. "You have, for sure." A smile to Dylan and a nod, then looks to Ash. "Wait... am I famous?"

"If it clicks when you pull the trigger, you're in trouble, man.." Jaime opines before putting another piece of grilled cheese in his face.

"Oh, honey." Sparrow's attention goes right to Monica. "You get that this is happening, right? Open mic night at Two if by Sea. Competing for the house band gig. Aaaaaand we're totally going to win." Beat. "But tits out couldn't hurt our odds." With a glance aside at Alfie, she notes, "AJ could use another. And so could I? Please and thank you." She blows a kiss to Garrett, all grateful-like.

"Of course you're going to stay blonde, Ash." Marius shakes his head, "What else would you do? Redhead?" He blinks between Monica and Sparrow, then nods slowly, "Pretty sure that's at least a +1."

A couple cans of White Claw, a bottle of wine, and a bottle of whatever Alfie is drinking as a misinterpretation of his holding up his bottle, plus the requests from Sparrow; knew that boy went to college for something. Garrett distributes the drinks and keeps the pair of cans, reclaiming his seat. "I'm going to be very disappointed if you're not there, now," Garrett informs Monica with an exaggerated frown just this side of puppy dog eyes.

"You would make a great redhead, Ash," Astrid helpfully provides. "But you'd definitely look more like that chick from Game of Thrones even more than you already do." She pops a bit of crab cake into her mouth.

"Sign me up!" Monica says, to Sparrow. Then her eyes are back to the screen. She winces. "Brutal," she whispers. A breath, then, aloud, "Anyone ever got a 'we should break up' in response to 'I love you'?" Beat. "Blue!" She then takes her wine. "Thanks, babe!"

"Redheads have more fuuuuuun," Sparrow sing-songs, selling the neon fire-truck color as best she can. Which she then undermines by pointing toward Monica at her suggestion of blue. Not one little peep on the I-love-you/break-up scenario. Nope. Never once been on either side of that.

"No one breaks up with me. I just continuously date everyone for years." Ash then shakes her head at Astrid and Marius, "Maybe me and Ast can switch hair colors for a month." She then takes a swallow from her whiskey before turning her attention to eating.

"He needs to come to me for a cut... speaking of drugs, this movie makes me feel like I am on them." Nicole chuckles.

"Yes," Comes Dylan's quip to Nicole about being famous, and then he's pulling out a few colored pencils. It's a momentary pause, his phone pulled out, a few taps of something or another before he shoves it back into his pocket.

Sparrow asides to Alfie, "Evil Cap," as he takes the screen.

Despite his measuring and deeming that he shouldn't ask yet, Alfie has no problem nodding in confirmation of Sparrow's request. In that he will take another drink. "Only said it to one person. Worked out fine," he says to Monica's open question. A little chuckle at Sparrow's sing-song. He takes his drink from Garrett with a, "Thank you," and sets it next to his empty between calf and thigh.

"Ash and I dated for so long we just became friends." Astrid's joking. Maybe. Who knows for sure. She pops in another bite of crab cake before her eyes widen. "Oh my god, Captain America on a skateboard. Still my heart."

Astrid adds, "I also love the Alternative Universe chin beard."

"Yes," Marius responds to Monica, "I mean, it wasn't 'I love you,' but it was a 'we should see more of each other.'" He flinches at the smackdown on screen, "No... chin beard is never a good thing. No no no no."

"He is so much less sexy like that," Monica says, with a nose scrunch. "Though the voice is pretty great," she says, with a laugh. "I've not said 'I love you' to someone that isn't, like, my abuelita since I was thirteen. Gotta avoid any possible commitment and-or deep romances," she says, with a sound nod. "Otherwise..." and she points at the screen.

Alfie makes an 'o' shape with his mouth at the mention of 'Evil Cap' on screen. "The guy from Not Another Teen Movie?" is his follow up.

"I'm suing this fuck for stealing my look and improving it." Pausing he relents, "I dunno, Monica. It's got its moments."

"I dunno," Sparrow says on the wake of Marius' assessment of the chin beard. "I'm kinda into it." But that might just be Evil Chris Evans working it. As the fighting breaks out, she dips her head to nuzzle into Alfie's hair, pressing a kiss to his head. "That's totally how it happens," is murmured into his hair for Monica's assessment of romance. Movie is true to life. Yep.

"It's definitely hot, but I'm pretty sure that Chris Evans makes everything hot." Astrid is cuddling up more with Ash, curling her head into the blonde's affectionately.

"Look, just because he's hot as hell doesn't mean the chin beard isn't a mistake," Marius counters to Sparrow at exactly the same time that Astrid makes a very similar claim. He chuckles, then presses a kiss to the top of Astrid's head -- and then of course turns aside to cough into his elbow. Ugh. Stupid crud.

"Got it's moment?" Monica asks Joey. She eyes him. Then she turns to look at Ash and Astrid. Then over her shoulder, at Sparrow and Alfie. "Holy shit, is, like... is like everyone here coupled up or whatever?" Cue abject horror.

Like a good Millennial, Astrid whips out her phone and starts to text someone. "Marius just hates being wrong." She grins at the kiss to her head before she resumes her happy sandwich with Ash and Marius. She looks to Monica and Joey. "You can join the pile, but we're an episode of The Walking Dead over here." Now she frowns at the sad fate of Knives.

Sparrow laughs, loud and shameless, as Scott launches himself through the window, glass breaking. She looks around the room and tries to pick out pairings, but that's the only answer she offers Monica, happy in her Alfie-snuggling.

"Did... did that just say PAF?" Interjects Astrid.

Alfie's smirk becomes something a little more warm for just a moment as Sparrow nuzzles in against his hair and plants a kiss against his cheek. His earlier mood is set aside, something to fret over on the otherside of drinks and good time.He is among the coupled pod people. Watch how he contents.

"No!" Marius responds to Monica's question, rather quickly. He shakes his head at the screen, "Poor Knives." At Astrid's comment on being part of the Walking Dead, he sticks out his arms and groans, then goes down for his food again despite the stomach-grumbles before. His phone buzzes, and he shifts, freeing a hand to dig it out and type something back.

"I'm not a couple." Ash points out, just to clarify. "I'm a cuddle monster." Also a snot monster, honestly.

"No, but the ones that are are extra obvious about it, it seems," Garrett chimes in to Monica's question.

Monica eyes the TV, brows going up. "I forgot this part..." she murmurs. Then a breath, Audrey Plaza! She stares a moment before turning to look look at Astrid, then Ash, then Astrid. "Well-... wait. Are people sick? Is... everyone sick?" she asks. Yes, this is scarier than being the only single person here. "Who's healthy and single?!"

Nicole looks to Joey with a grin before her phone goes off. She jumps and reaches for where it sits on the floor beside her to silence it before she checks her texts. She taps the text then looks to where it takes her, smiling at Dylan. "That is awesome! You've made me famous!"

"Fat, old, white girls," Monica says with a laugh.

"Not sick!" Sparrow chirps, raising her drink. "Over on this side. I mean, we're snuggly too." See? She's snuggling. There's even a pat to her knee in case someone wants to creep closer for scritches. Nevermind the bowl of snack food in her lap.

Sparrow also laughs at the pee-on-her joke, horrible person that she is. And then she drinks. Maybe to shut herself up.

Ash's very certainly sick, so she doesn't offer up any response to the question. She's very clearly sick. She finishes at least part of the soup before setting the bowl to the side, then she flops onto Astrid's lap, moving to stretch out her legs on Marius'. The threat from earlier has become real.

Alfie agrees with Sparrow. Though less in the form of words, and more of that of a grunt made hollow by the half empty bottle set against his lips. And he snorts before he can't help but laugh and lower his drink at Sparrow's own crack-up.

Patient zero, aka Dylan, has carefully set up somewhere off to the side as Switzerland, a neutral party who is busy pretending not to listen by sketching. And watching the movie. It's still a glance over to the trio of Ash, Astrid and Marius that he looks at every once in a while as he works.

Astrid oofs dramatically as Ash goes full sprawl, and she starts to pet at her hair, taking a break to text back -- to Marius, because none of us are dumb here -- and then she's looking over to Sparrow and Alfie, then back to Monica with a grin. "Hey. We don't have mono." Right?

Now Astrid asks, "How about dark teal?" Beat. "That's dark teal, right?"

"Did I leave those facts off my introduction? I need to work on that," Garrett says, smiling at Monica... then shrugging and sliding over to accept Sparrow's presumably open invitation, settling by her. "Fancy meeting you here, eh?" He tilts his head back and grins before looking back at the movie.

"Wait!" Astrid says this dramatically, and she points at the white-haired dude. "SUPERMAN!"

"So, kissing is still on the menu?" Monica asks, before sending an over-exaggerated wink that way. Then she shifts as Garrett comes over, and she grins at him. "Yes, seriously, wear a name tag. Hi, I'm-... wait did I even get your name?" she asks. Then Monica rises up... and proceeds to relocate her skinny ass. First, she takes Sparrows snacks and sets them on the floor. Then she sits right down, half on Garrett and half on Sparrow. "Perfect." Beat. "Where's Corey to mock vegans?"

"Vegan Superman," Marius counters. And then nods at the question of being sick, "We're totally quarantined. I mean, I'm eating everything I touch." He pats Ash's legs whens he stretches out, "Do we have mono? I mean, I don't think we have mono." He sets his phone at his side, screen-down, then has some more hot toddy.

Astrid thinks about this, and shrugs. "Sounds legit. Superman is probably a vegan." Then she's also looking around for Corey for proper Vegan mocking.

Are we texting people now?! Ash reaches into her pocket to dig out her phone, looking up at Astrid, then back down to her phone, "Are we naming people in the movie?" The movie she still doesn't appear to be paying attention to the movie. "I think it's the weird flu...like...I don't think mono has the cough and other stuff." Does it?

Alfie hasn't quite polished off his second drink. He keeps at it as he watches, and he squints trying to find Superman in the scene before he catches on that it's another casting thing. Probably.

"This is gonna sound stoned but I kinda really want Envy's jacket." Looking to Jaime he murmurs, "Next time someone steps up on your shit Bro?" Yeah he's totally encouraging a riff-off.

"You did get my name, yes," Garrett says, looking amused, but doesn't repeat it. And the he's more or less stuck in place by Monica. Good thing he brought himself his next drink last time he got up! He opens that one and takes a pull, settling into this new seating arrangement.

Sparrow's "Hiiii," for Garrett ends in a, "Hey!" when Monica takes her snacks. But it's hard to complain when someone that gorgeous just drapes herself on you. "Hi." Is she blushing? Maybe just a little. The hand on Alfie's shoulder tightens a little while her free hand brushes through Monica's hair before settling on Garrett's head, delivering expected scritches. This is what she gets for promising snuggles. She can sort out how she feels about that later.

Pat pat pat goes Dylan against his bag, until his phone is fished out, features squirreling up as he looks at it. He waits to finish off a few more lines on that sketch pad, and then he fiddles with the device. He waits a good whole five seconds to make sure she's watching, and then that sketch book is tossed towards Ash, all so he doesn't have to get up, maximizing his laziness.

"No comment," Alfie remarks to Jaime, off-hand. "I smoked a bowl before I came down." Thusly, he's no better suited for the judgement of the jacket. He leans in snug against Sparrow's side as her hand draws him in tight - no complaints either.

"It is an amazing jacket... I can't blame you." Nicole says to Joey with a smile before smooching his shoulder. "It would look awesome on you. I like that you envy Envy's jacket."

Jaime grins at Joey and then shakes his head. His phone starts buzzing, though, and so he pulls himself up from where he is sitting, tosses the cushion he was sitting on at his brother, and then wanders toward the door, stepping outside to take the call.

Sparrow croons, "Bifurious," like it might be the Best Word Ever. Her gaze trails after Jaime as he starts toward the door, but she offers no protest, letting him do as he needs.

"Girls with colorful hair are bisexual," Monica announces. Then she lifts the glass and takes a swig. This while she seems rather entirely content half-sitting on a stranger, leaning into the hair skritches. "Kick her in the balls!" she echoes.

Ash's looking up just in time for the sketch book to be tossed in her direction, and she reaches forward to drag it over to look at the drawing, then she shows it to Marius and Astrid as well. "It's great." She declares, then closes it before she tosses it back in Dylan's direction.

Sparrow boos at the slut-shaming, throwing a piece of popcorn across the room at the television... which falls short, before her hand goes back to Garrett's head.

"Get him," Monica says, to Sparrow, encouraging the mock violence. She goes quiet again, until... "Dating twins... at the same time? What would that be like?" she asks, before looooooking at Joey. Or Jaime? One of them. Both of them?

Marius shifts a little at the follow-up to Bifurious, nodding his agreement to Sparrow -- and then adds his own weak boo to hers, "Shut up!" He doesn't throw anything though, because the things he has are cheesy or whiskey-y or phone-y. He leans against Astrid so he can peer at the picture, then nods, "Okay. Who's getting me cat ears?" And because he's not as smart as Astrid about many things, he sends another text.

Sparrow opens her mouth to answer Monica in regards to dating twins, but she's looking at the other set. Yeah, that's a solid thought.

Alfie sets his head against Sparrow's as she boos. Moral support. And he comes up with a metaphor for dating twins. "A rope swing in the family tree." He finishes off the second bottle.

Monica looks aside, with a smirk. "Sorry, babe. Corey would kick my ass out if you all didn't need me paying rent. Doubt dating both of you is a possibility. You know, ignoring... all the other details..." she laughs. "Oh, Asians and dragons and shit!" she swigs.

"Smoking hot redhead on drums." Nicole winks towards Sparrow.

Asians and dragons and shit! Sparrow carefully feels about for her beer, taking a swig. The can goes back down and scritching resumes. After an answering head-tip to Alfie, she presses a consolation kiss to Monica's shoulder. "I'm cuter." Beat. "Pardon. Smoking hot." Nicole gets a reciprocal wink. This is a cozy spot.

Garrett just basks in the group banter for a bit. And the scritches. Eventually he finds his voice and laughs. "Yes, get the vocab right, Sparrow," he chides.

"Yeah, but are you in lesbians with me?" Monica asks, as she stares at the screen. "Honestly, Gideon is pretty hot. And not such a bad guy!" She snorts. "Reminds me of my step-dad." A pause, then, "Is there anyone that isn't an asshole in this movie?"

Alfie exchanges the empty in his hand for the full bottle between thigh and calf, and twists the cap off. "Wallace," he remarks, as to who isn't an ass.

"So in lesbians with you," Sparrow murmurs to Monica. She starts to remark on the step-dad comment but... yeah, nope. Instead, she echoes Alfie's, "Wallace," in easy agreement.

Ash glances up from her phone at Monica and Sparrow's conversation, her brows twitching upwards just a fraction, then they furrow a moment. It's clear that her sick-adled brain is trying to make connections about things, and almost managing it. But then she goes back to tapping out a message on her phone.

"Wallace is, like, categorically an asshole," Monica laughs out, shaking her head.

"But he exists above the drama. Like-" Alfie has to think on that, find the right phrase. "A levity life preserver."

Sparrow's phone vibrates... somewhere. Muffled by cushions and bodies. She mutters a quiet, "Sorry," as Garrett's petting is paused so she can feel around for her cell. "But he's the right kind of asshole." Whatever that means. When she finds her phone, she squints at it and clumsily swipes out a reply before looking over to the cuddle zombies curiously.

"The perfect asshole," Monica whispers, with wide eyes. "And he's a great character! Just-... an asshole." She then pauses, and she cringes again. "Poor Knives..." she murmurs, before taking a drink. "But, like, Scott does have a Pumpkin's tee, so... redeeming qualities."

"Priorities," Sparrow agrees with Monica's very important assessment of Scott's wardrobe. "And he's got a good roommate."

Alfie snorts just a little at 'the perfect asshole', adding to ambient immaturity for a moment as he drinks from his latest bottle. Growing all the more lethargic and relaxed.

Garrett's head turns up towards Sparrow, giving her a look of mock indignation at the ceased scritches. But then he's nodding his agreement of her and Monica's assessment of Scott and the scritchus interruptus is forgiven just like that.

"He's a troll." Marius adds, "He likes the drama, so he makes it." He's started to fade a little, despite the discussion around him, put to sleep by general sicky lethargy and the cuddle pile. The curious look from Sparrow causes him to blink, looking around him, back to her, then shrugging a little and looking to the TV again.

Despite it being the Final Showdown(?), Monica looks aside, at Garrett. "So, uh-... what's your deal?" Beat. "And you got a name?"

"This is why you spit the gum out, dickweasel." HE sighs rubbing one eye tiredly. "It's like this guy wants to choke in the middle of being a pretentious douche."

The phone gets put down in front of Ash, and she yawns very faintly before letting her attention turn back to the movie. Which lasts all of five seconds before she picks up the phone again, "We should do movie time again. Like...every month."

Sparrow shrugs back to Marius, flashing him a smile. There's just one more bit of attention paid to her phone as she snorts a laugh at Joey's commentary before she goes back to petting what's-his-name, not taking the lead on introductions this time. "Definitely," she agrees with Ash.

"My.... deal?" Garrett cocks his head to the side, expression trying to decide if he should be offended. He settles on not, apparently, offering a little smile. "Name is still Garrett," he says. "For the time being, bassist for..." He trails off, pointing at Jaime and Sparrow.

"Oh, shit, did she say that?" Monica asks, before looking at Sparrow, considering her, then back to Garrett. "I sometimes don't listen to what people say," she offers, with a sweet smile. Her eyes go back to the screen, and she nose scrunches. "I thought he was fighting for himself? Whatever..." she huffs. Then a wiggle, and she pushes up. "Okay! Movie was awesome. We should do it again. But I cannot get sick, so-... I'm gonna peace out! Go seclude myself upstairs. Everyone be, like, awesome and stuff."

Dylan stashes his sketchbook back in his bag, along with the sheep slippers he's worn in, before starting to tug on his shoes. A large yawn escapes from him, and up a hand lifts to give a waggle of fingers to folks as he stands up, tugging on that bag and grabbing his pillow. "Thanks," He offers up to Sparrow specifically, a flash of a smile cast towards her. "School projects," He states as to why he's liking packing up so quickly.

Alfie lifts his bottle at the departing Monica - a farewell of sorts. He extends it to Dylan as well. Versatile gesture, that.

"Lowered Expectations." Sparrow handily fills in the blank, then explains to Garrett, "I already told Easton. Feel like we're probably stuck with it now, but now is definitely the time to offer alternatives. Before we actually take the stage. But I'm still feeling it. So." As she babbles, the end credits start to roll. And Monica slips from her lap, that absence earns a kinda confused, sorta sad sound. Nice to be free. But, but... She blows a kiss to Monica then turns a frown toward Rink. "Aw. Alright. Thanks for the--" He knows. She doesn't finish the thought. "Came out real nice." Like, nicer than she expected, from the sound of it. To the rest of the room, she asks, "Anyone need anything?" without looking particularly inclined to leave her little corner of second-hand lethargy.

"A pleasure," Garrett says, offering Monica a wave as she moves off to sequester herself." Lowered Expectations it is," Garrett agrees. "Not the worst band name I've heard." He finishes off his drink as credits roll and stretches a bit, but doesn't rush to stand or anything. "Mmmm, chalk one up to being one of the old folks here," he muses as he watches Dylan pack up for school projects, offering the just-barely-not-stranger a little wave.

Monica gives a wiggle of fingers, then she's bounding up the stairs.

Alfie shakes his head on his own behalf. Nothing needed here. He fights back a yawn. There's a clear resistance of anything that would lead him to signs of tiredness, and the sleep that it would later imply. The sugar in his drink helps some. "It was good," he decides, as to the movie. "I liked the stylistic choices. Consistent."

"Others!" Dylan offers towards Sparrow about that, followed up with a, "Will text." Because phone calls are right on out of it. A kiss is blown her way as he trundles towards the door. Garrett gets a upnod of his head, and then out the artist goes, onwards to tackle the horror that is college school work.

"We should go I guess, too." And take the sick with them. Ash, however, doesn't actually start to get up. Instead she continues to lay there for a long time, waiting to see if her bed is also going to move before she really starts to get to her feet.

Nicole lounges against Joey, looking half asleep and bleary eyes, waving to everyone as they begin to leave. She reaches up to rub the back of her hand against her eye after a yawn. "That was a good movie."

"Kinda curious to hear the worst," Sparrow counters Garrett. "Or, like, the worst you've been in. Worst-named. Or worst band. Horror stories." Her eyes go wide with curiosity at the prospect. There's a, "Yeah," for Alfie's commentary. "Kinda want some animated sound effects myself." It's almost certainly a good thing she doesn't have any. Nicole gets the sort of smile that says 'awww' for how sleepy she looks, but she issues no teasing. To Ash, she assures, "At your own pace, pretty. We're in no rush to be done with you." She's in no rush to move, really, one pretty boy snugged in one arm, another at her knee. Life's alright right here.

"I think it's for the best that you don't," Alfie remarks on Sparrow's lack of animated sound effects. "You'd go around punching everything we own just to see them." He has no doubt. He drinks a little more slowly with the movie done - either that or he's just more or less beyond the point of buzzed, and likely to feel his inebriated state all the more should he move from within Sparrow's arm.

Marius is too drowsy to move right away, even as people start to leave. He gives a little wave, then drains off his hot toddy, looks down to Ash, and gives her leg a pat again. "See? The plague is welcomed. Or we're welcomed despite it." He nods slowly, "I want the comic book sound words too. That'd be -awe-some."

"It's a good flick," Garrett agrees, nodding awkwardly up and backwards and to the side in Alfie's general direction. But the beginning of people migrating outward, or at least talking about it, is hard to miss, so he stretches a bit more. "Suppose I should get out of everyone's hair, unless you want a hand putting food away and all that?" Garrett offers, not really looking like he's in a rush to actually get up and go anywhere. Sparrow's request for horror stories provides a convenient excuse for him to not move! "Worst named band I was involved in..." Garrett ponders for a few long moments. "Definitely Thundernuggets." He holds up a hand to pre-empt commentary. "The band and name already existed when I joined. Don't ask about the origin of the name, I don't know," he explains.

"I'm sure I could find other sound effects," Sparrow counters uncertainly to Alfie's speculation... even if she's sure the punching sounds are probably the most satisfyingly percussive and most deserving of their own animation. With a nod toward Marius, she mutters, "He gets it," before her eyes go wide as she imagines his viking battles. With comic book sound effects. "Dude." She should probably explain what's going on in her head, but she doesn't. She's too promptly distracted by Garrett, shaking her head at him and insisting, "You don't need to help out to stay. We might just like your company." Especially when he mentions Thundernuggets. She laughs, then tries to stifle that laughter as his hand goes up. It's not really working. "Hair metal? Gods. Garrett. You can't possibly have been in a hairy enough metal band for that name!"

"Who gets better?" Ash wonders, starting to atleast sit up, even if she doesn't make any moves to actually get up and leave. She just sits up, because that makes drinking a little easier, instead of potentially ending up drowning herself in the whiskey. "I feel like I'm missing half a conversation, despite being here."

Look, Marius can read that look, Sparrow, and he nods, lifting up one hand to point at her, "Yeeeeah. She gets it. I might also just want Immigrant Song playing pretty much everywhere I go, except when I want to sit and sketch." His phone lights up again, and he looks down to it, glances over to Astrid -- he's not good at hiding that sort of thing -- and then types a response, distractedly asking, "What's wrong with Thundernuggets as a band name?" When Ash sits up between him and Astrid, he groans and gives her Pikachu shoulder a nudge. "Isn't that what headcolds are about? Missing half the conversation and everyone forgiving you?"

Astrid has been quietly taking in that last final battle, and it has taken her a while to finally settle in with, "What was up with all the coins?" Now she takes another sip of her hot toddy, which is now a lukewarm toddy. She looks up at everyone else with brows arched curiously. She looks down at Ash then, and she pets her brow. "Should we get you home?"

Alfie nods redundantly, acknowledging Garrett's review as if agreeing with it, despite the fact that it's agreeing with his own. Cyclical. Inebriated Alfie isn't presently self aware enough to notice. Maybe he thinks it was Garrett's opinion before it was his own, or he just doesn't articulate thoughts he means to add. "You could try," he adds, to Sparrow, noting that uncertainty, and quite resolute where her sound effect tastes would land - directly on their furnishings and decor.

"We were.... noise. To call us any musical genre is to offend all of music," Garrett intones with a sigh. Is he exaggerating? Who knows? "You'll be shocked, I'm sure, to hear the band was short-lived. We played exactly one... show, if you're being overly generous. In the interest of fairness, we were mostly on key, but... the writing left much to be desired." Garrett shrugs. "High school bands are supposed to suck, though, right?"

"Ast is musical." Ash is quick to talk up her bestie, even if she really doesn't seem to be able to follow much of the conversation. There is a shake of her head at Astrid, though, "If you guys want to stay, you can. I can go home and crawl into the bath." She then offers up her very important opinion, "At least it wasn't Thunderpussy. Then you'd have to dress up like a Bond villain."

"You deserve that," Sparrow tells Marius of the Immigrant Song playing at his whim wherever he goes, sounding quite sincere in that assessment. Even if it's followed by a squinty look as he seems to endorse Thundernuggets as a sound band name. It takes her a second, but... yep. That tracks. After raspberrying Alfie with a stuck out tongue and a sound pbfth, she looks back go Garrett, confirming that she's, "Shocked." She straightens at his commentary on high school bands and tells him, "My high school band was amazing," and points over toward the snuggle-dead. "His sister at the helm. Fucking rocked it." Her attention remains on Garrett as, on the wake of Ash's comment, she tells him, "Totally wouldn't mind seeing you dressed up like a Bond girl," without one little lick of shame. Maybe she'll get around to explaining the coins to Astrid, but her head is way too full of other nonsense at the moment.

"I took classical. For years," Alfie un-relates. And he lifts one hand to mime playing at a piano. "Lame," he reviews. Another beat and a swig and a new word is formed, brightening his wide blue eyes. "Clamesical." Not exactly one for the poetry books. But his status outside the realms of garage band fame is cemented. He smiles with affection at Sparrow as she raspberries at him. And, "There's already a pretty big band in Seattle with that name. Thunderpussy."

"Ast can sing like crazy," Marius backs up, then looks back to said singer, "The coins? Um? Like in a video game, where you hit the boss and loot falls out? I think?" When the women talk about heading out, Marius tucks away his phone and offers up both hands to brace them to their feet, "What's wrong with dressing like a Bond villain? Eurotrash suits? All the rage." He nods graciously to Sparrow's compliment, then nods at the compliment sent Ash's way, and adds, "Lots of people here who'd look good as a Bond girl or guy." Alfie's nugget of info causes him to blink, "Wait, really?"

Astrid taps out another text message before she tucks her phone away, and settles back into where she's been tucked away with Ash and Marius. She kisses Ash on the temple. "Should we get you home, or are you surviving okay? You stink like poop." So loving. THen she is looking back over at the others, and Marius's comment has her rolling her eyes slightly. "Bond girls?"

"Hmmm, no, that was my third band," Garrett says to Ash, but he's grinning, so he's /probably/ joking about that one. He does shoot Sparrow a vaguely apologetic look. "I said they're /supposed/ do suck, not that they all do. You were obviously bucking the trend. Unsurprisingly," he adds with a grin that quickly turns amused, holding up his empty can. "I'm going to need at least another four of these before I can entertain any dramatic costume changes, sorry."

"Maybe that's..." Ash squints a bit, then points out to Astrid, "I do not." She doesn't know, but then she starts to sniff herself, trying to figure out if she really does stink. Which would probably cause all kinds of drama if she really does. But with her stuffy nose she can't actually tell, either.

"Retro hard rock. All woman band," Alfie confirms to Marius, drawing on his sporadically encyclopedic knowledge and his time in Seattle through the veil of his lightweight drinking. And assuming that Marius isn't asking after his tutelage in classical piano. This is followed by, "Which Bond outfit would I wear?" This question might be open, or he might just be wondering aloud.

Nicole falls asleep at some point, either waking up later for Joey to take her home or crashing at 7 Oak if she's too tired to hang on on a motorcycle. Whatever the case may be, she sleeps, then sleeps some more.

Tipping her head toward Alfie, Sparrow croons, "It sounds like you're volunteering," in regards to his mention of playing piano. Look at how she bats those lashes! But then he says 'claimsical' and all that charm dissolves into laughter. Even as she winces. Awful! With all the talk of Astrid singing, she looks... well, to Garrett. Did he catch that? Maybe it's best to worry over when the would-be singer is well and healthy. "Unsurprisingly," she agrees with the bassist. And then points out, "We've got a fridge full," so very sweetly. She looks curiously to the flu-ridden lovelies before Alfie's curiosity steals her attention, a little grin forming. "I feel like maybe I need to watch more Bond movies to give this its due consideration."

Marius leans forward to sniff at Ash, consider, then sniffs anyhow, because ick-snot. "Light poop, strong need for shower." His stomach rebels again and he give a little burp. He looks over to Alfie, nodding slowly, "Okay, that's awesome. I'd listen to that." But there's another question there, and he answers, "The tux. Everyone should wear the tux. Men, women, everybody looks good in a tux." He looks back to Astrid, "And what's wrong with Bond girls? I mean, especially the modern ones who can also fight or do something useful."

"I can't smell anything from over here, if that helps," Garrett calls in Ash's general direction, and then he's laughing at Sparrow. "See, though, they're all the way in the kitchen, while I, you may have noticed, am not, so unless you have an extraordinarily well-trained roomba squirreled away..." He trails off and shrugs, but does point and nod in general agreement with what Marius is saying.

Volunteering? It takes Alfie a moment to figure out for what. It's a subject not previously broached. He shrugs to denote that status of 'I hadn't really thought of it'. To Marius, "They're good - or, at least, I remember liking them. I might have a proper CD in one of my boxes if I didn't give it back." Lent and taken. A bad borrower of things. "I mean, I think I like Bond movies - or that I've liked the ones I've seen. So, this isn't a bad excuse for, like, uh, binging," he answers Sparrow. And it wouldn't be too bad a way to keep from drifting off to sleep too. "Whether or not we land on the safety of a tux," he adds, acknowledging Marius catch-all.

The snot and general sickness isn't enough, even the greasy hair, but being told she smells like poop? That hurts. Because she isn't register they are just telling her she smells bad, in the general sense. Ash's eyes go wide, and her expression becomes one of horror. When Garrett says that he can't smell anything from over there she nods, "Oh..okay..That's good." Good. So good. But then she bursts into snotty tears anyways, hands raising to her face before she points out through sobs, "Some of the older Bond Girls were tough...look at Honey Ryder and Domino Derval...or...or...umm..Kissy Suzuki."

Sparrow's fingers find Garrett's head again, fingers lightly scritching as she sighs, conceding, "You have a point." She clearly has no desire to move either. The questions of singers and keyboardists might get revisited later, when sobriety's a little bit closer. For the moment, she grins at Alfie and asks, "You mean right now?" for the Bond-binging. Beer might not be near at hand, but the remote certainly is. "I mean. I am sure you would look fucking stunning in a tux," but that doesn't mean she has to ignore all the other options, right? She's about to say something more when Ash's sudden sobbing causes her to straighten, the first real movement from the redhead in a good long while. "Oh, honey. Do you need pillows?" She's just sleepy, right? How does she fix this? "I can get more pillows..."

"Awwww, what did you all do to her?" Garrett accuses the sick side of the room, shaking his head at them in a vaguely disapproving way. Sparrow switching gears to host mode does finally get him to get up and make towards the kitchen again. "Anyone need anything?" he asks again, and while it is obstensibly an open offer to everyone, he's looking at the sobbing Ash when he says it.

Ash's reaction was not what Marius was going for, and he goes a little wide-eyed, then coughs into his elbow again, "You don't smell like poop, Ash." His phone buzzes yet again, and he gets it out to check, only for Ash to go from horror to crying. He slumps forward a little, bumping her elbow with his brow like a cat. "Hey." The phone is put away (sorry Astrid) and he reaches for one of Ash's hands, "Yeah, and even in Pikachu footie-pajamas, you're kinda like the tough Bond Girls, Ash. Come on, let's get you home." He shakes his head at Sparrow, "I should probably crash too. Whaddya think, Ast? Crash time?"

Alfie shrug-nods at Sparrow's question of when. "Why not? I wasn't really planning on sleeping." Anytime soon? Ever? He lets the statement stand as is. "We'll keep our options open. But it's an excellent fallback," he says, as to the tux. He looks between people as he hears Ash sob. He missed something. Or his wavelength is just too relaxed to have registered the cause for what it was. "You obviously know a lot more about Bond than me," he tells her, soothingly - a strange contrast of word and intent. "That's cool."

Joey arches an eyebrow to the yawning Nicole. "I need to get you home? You look wiped." Loking to Ash he frowns looking to Sparrow, "Yeaaaah she definitely looks like she can use a nap. Yo, Thank you for hostin' and shit but I think this is a pack in the night bit for me. I'm beat from this week being...well this week." Looking to the others he says "On the first we're doin a BBQ round the corner on Elm. She can get you the address. Should come by."

Sparrow issues a quiet, "Alright," for Marius' plan, even as she nods her agreement with Alfie's approval of Ash's in depth Bond Girl Knowledge. "I'll send the leftover soup over tomorrow," she promises. "And whatever else you guys need. Just lemme know, alright?" With Garrett getting up and the pretty snot-zombies getting ready to go, she moves a little more herself, tilting in toward Alfie to press a kiss against his cheek and promise, "I'll be right back." When she gets to her feet, she points to Garrett to share that same stay-put expectation with him. To Joey, she wonders, "Are you sure you're okay? And that you don't want to put off the party until everyone is not literally dying of the plague? Cuz your brother's band, who I am told might be playing there--" Did she mention that to the bassist? Oops! "--is really happy staying healthy, honey."

As soon as it started it stops, but probably because otherwise Ash might not be able to breathe, "Whiskey?" Assuming that Garrett will brave the radius of safety to bring it that direction. She pats at Marius, mostly on his face because that is the kind thing to do, "I want Ast to slather me in Vick's when we get home." This is her payment for Marius' being mean, because it was just him being mean. Astrid is too kind. "I like Bond movies...I know all the Bond girls."

Astrid just assumes that Ash still loves her, because she bear hugs Ash with deep squeezes and buries her nose into that unwashed hair with all the love and affection of someone who just doesn't care. She speaks into her hair, "It's a good smell." It isn't. "Don't cry, Ash. I love you no matter what you smell like." She's probably not helping. Then at the offer for pillows, Astrid nods. "She needs more pillows."

Garrett reappears with one last drink for himself in hand, the other a (sparingly poured) whiskey that is quickly handed off to Ash with Garrett just as quickly leaving the quarantine circle. He acknowledges Sparrow's little 'stay put' point and opens the boozy seltzer water as he settles back in to his seat. But as soon as he's settled, eyes begin to droop, and soon Garrett is far less responsive than he was minutes ago.

Alfie lifts out of his lean some to grant Sparrow freedom of movement after the kiss against his cheek. He leans on his hand, instead, keeping his feet tucked in against him on the opposite side - his empties still held between calf and thigh as he makes more leisurely work of his third drink. "You'll have to tell me all about them some time. I don't know nearly enough about Bond. Aside from Daniel Craig and the guy before him," he tells Ash, reassuringly. Even after the sobs stop.

Marius thunks his head back against the wall behind him when Ash threatens to have Astrid pour on the Vicks, and he groans, shaking his head, "Nope. Vicks wrestling match. Only way to be sure." He shrugs to Sparrow, "Guess we're not getting up." He smiles down at Ash as she pats his face, and he pats her hand in return, then hefts up his phone to type something, "Everybody should like Bond movies. Who here never wanted to be Bond? I mean, except the crappy ones in the middle."

There is a bit of sniff at Astrid, then Ash takes the drink from Garrett, careful to not get the sick on him in the process. "We can go if you guys want us too. We'll understand." She then takes a sip from the drink, swiping the back of her arm across her nose before dropping it, "I'm also ok with a Vicks wrestling match."

Joey lifts a hand and reasons, "It ain't for a couple weeks but we might bump it by one. We ain't twelve. it doesn't have to be on the damn day ." Looking to Marius he adds, "Man withthe Golden Gun might be the best one. New Casino Royale was pretty bad ass though." Bond is important. Let's not overshadow this.

Sparrow is definitely getting some mixed signals here. She looks between Astrid and Marius, not sure which lead to follow. There's even a look over to Alfie to see if he's figured out what's happening. On the bright side, that's when she notices the empties still tucked in against his legs and reaches over to pluck them up. And to collect her own empties. When Marius clarifies, she tips a nod his way, her smile soft, untroubled. She takes her armfuls to the kitchen to dump into the recycling bin, calling back, "You're fine. Promise," to Ash. She was just confused for a minute. When she returns from the kitchen, she's got a drink in each hand, one for herself and one for Alfie, and every intention of settling back in right where she was. "I have very mixed feelings about a Vicks wrestling match," she offers before making a soft sound at sleepy Garrett. So cute. To Alfie, she wonders, "Where are we starting?" with a finger pointed to Joey. Casino Royale?

Astrid just holds onto Ash with that deep snuggling embrace. Her phone buzzes, but she doesn't pick it up; instead, she just squeezes her friend and smiles up to Marius casually. Then she is looking over to Sparrow and nods slowly. Then she hesitates before asking tentatively, "What's Vicks?" Look, she's a Waldorf kid.

"That second to last one was pretty cool too. Aside from the, like, Home Alone thing with the mansion in the fog. That felt weird," Alfie keeps the Bond subject going as well. Or, rather, the limited entry that he has with the franchise. He doesn't seem able to recall the names right now. But he probably has the order of the movies right. He hasn't at all figured out what's going on or who's coming or going - he just seems to be going along with it from his drinking perch on the couch. He parts his calves from his thighs some when he catches on that Sparrow is nabbing empties. "Thank you," he adds - soft and sweet. And another when she brings him a drink. "Wherever," he decides unhelpfully.

"And one of two agreed..." Marius starts to brighten, looking back over to Astrid as she questions critical medicine. He stares at her for a moment, tucking his phone away. "What's Vicks? How are you not using Vicks?" He coughs into his elbow, then shakes his head, "Best thing against coughs and sinuses and colds and stuff." He shakes his head at Joey, "I don't know Golden Gun. I'll have to watch it. I liked Thunderball. And yeah, Casino Royale. I didn't like the oil one that came after that." Because he's not letting it go, he looks over to Sparrow, "Why mixed feelings?"

"I'm fine." Ash promises, finishing off her drink before placing her glass down on the floor, then she gives a weird look to Astrid, then she rubs at her chest, "Vapo rub?" She seems to be as confused as Marius is about how someone isn't using Vicks, or know what it is.

"Um. I think I've seen it at the store. Comes in one of those little tubs, right?" Astrid looks confused as she looks between everyone involved in the Vicks Wrestling conversation. "You like... eat it?" Oh sweet Summer child. "So, is this like a Jello wrestling thing?" She wants to understand! Cold and flu season meant a lot of homeopathic remedies. And they worked. Plus, Mom was a Spiritist. Things were fine! "So. Uh. This is when we give me a hard time for like a few weeks, huh?"

"Vaporub," Sparrow offers in direct echo of Ash, backing her up. And probably not helping much at all. But Astrid gets there all the same. "Rub it on. Not for consumption." As she settles back in, nudging Alfie over to reclaim her space, she takes up the remote and starts searching for Bond flicks on Netflix. Unsuccessfully. "Because of the smell. And the sick. But also all the glistening skin?" Definitely marks on both side. Frowning, she tells Alfie, "No Bond. Could do Layer Cake? Daniel Craig dealing drugs?"

"Layer Cake is good. I could watch that again," Alfie admits - because of course that's within the eclectic range of what he's seen, either before or after his time away. He takes the drink brought to him by Sparrow as well, though he doesn't open it yet. Rather, it goes to his legs, where his empties had been sitting before she collected them, and he settles back in against her.

"Rub it." Ash mimes rubbing things again, to be helpful for Astrid, with Sparrow backing her up of course. Then she nods, "Layer Cake...isn't that with Tom Hardy and Idris Elba, too?"

Marius looks to the others outside the contagious cuddle pile, "Don't worry. We'll teach her the wonders of Vick's." He nods to Sparrow, "Exactly. Shiny and healthy. Good for the people watching too, if we get close enough." He frowns a moment, "Layer cake? Like... birthdays? Or like onions have layers? Wait, and Idris Elba, Tom Hardy, and Daniel Craig? That's a lot of hot. Who's the girl?" Because there's always a girl.

Optimal snuggling position resumed, Sparrow croons a happy sound against the side of Alfie's head as her Plan B selection is confirmed. "Tom Hardy definitely," but she sounds less sure about Idris Elba. Or there being any girl. She cues up the movie and lets it play as she mutters, "I'm not... really sure what the title refers to. The drugs? The, uh, layered plot? It's some line in the movie, isn't it?" But fuck if she can recall.

"I like scruffy Tom Hardy. With a bit of a beard. Hot," Alfie comments, choosing from the range of Tom Hardy's as to which is his preference in hotness, but in a distracted kind of way. He nuzzles against Sparrow. "Idris Elba, as long as he doesn't have that moustache from the Office." Which adds at least the one television show to his range of media experience. He squints. "Idris Elba was in Layer Cake?" he adds, much later - as he gets around to the core of the subject only after addressing the side topic of the hotness within the film. "I thought the title was about, like, crap. Each level of criminal having to take crap from the layer of criminals above them?" He looks around. "Right?"

"Are we picking movies for next time, or for right now?" Astrid is trying to catch up because she's still not sure what the point of this vaporub stuff is. She really should seriously consider the over-the-counter medicine aisles. She then sinks down where she is with Ash, snuggling. "Can we watch the new Ghostbusters movie? I feel it's relevant." Then she looks to Alfie and then Sparrow, and admits, "I've never seen Layer Cake."

"I thought he was...maybe he wasn't." Ash shakes her head, admitting to being wrong if she is wrong. She's okay with that. Then she leans over to press a kiss against Astrid's cheek, "I'll show you how to use it, behind closed doors. Where Marius' isn't standing there perving on the entire thing." She then leans towards Marius, adding, "I'll leave the door cracked." As for what the title means, and if it is now or later? She's got no clue.

"I don't per -- " Marius subsides at Ash's reassurance, "I mean, except that doesn't get me the benefits of the Vick's. You'll both have to help me with it after." He grins wearily over to Astrid, "I like Thor in that one. Shows he's got comedic chops." Glancing over to Sparrow and Alfie, Marius shrugs his shoulders, settling back against the wall alongside Ash and Astrid.

"Definitely scruffy Tom Hardy," Sparrow agrees with Alfie. "And Idris Elba circa Luther. Mm!" Cuz why shouldn't she watch British crime dramas. While they talk, the movie's already running. Evidently, she meant now. But it seems less focused now, more background, not as much a thing to watch as a thing to have on. To Astrid, she promises, "Soon as it's on Netflix," with a little wiggle room in her tone. Like she might try to find some other way of wrangling it. Though there's a snort for Ash's promises to both Astrid and Marius, she focuses instead on Alfie and tells him, "That sounds right," with sufficient affection to suggest she's impressed with his memory. Or analysis. Both or either.

Thor is Ghostbusters? Alfie doesn't ask this time. He scrunches his nose and tries to figure this one out instead until Sparrow's agreement with his Tom Hardy scale snaps him out of trying. "I haven't seen that yet," he says of Luther - but with a curious enough tone that it seems an option for further exploration now, especially given reported hotness. And he smiles a little at the assessment that he might be right, regarding the title of the film.

There's talk of Ghostbusters, but honestly, Astrid has totally fallen asleep, head lulled back and her mouth slightly open unattractively. Movie decisions will be made later, or without her, but there better now be any vaporub!

"Man, it always takes me like ten minutes to catch up to the accents with British crime dramas or Shakespeare." Marius glances down at Astrid when she falls asleep, then shifts around a little so that she's leaning back against his chest and he's got an arm around her shoulders. Just casual, as you do. "Should probably get her back." There's a pause, "After the movie."

"After the movie," Sparrow agrees with Marius, happy to sink into quietude, cuddling and criminal activity. By the time the second movie has run its course, she has made her rounds again, refills for herself and Alfie, blankets and pillows and minor adjustments for those who have fallen asleep wherever they were settled. Whoever stays or goes, there's a third movie, then, to follow that as the snuggly, couch-bound pair settle in for an unplanned marathon, waiting for sleep to claim them without too much success.