2019-12-03 - Die Hard Is A Christmas Movie!

(TXT to Lalo) Mariah : You working this evening?

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : I'm not! Want to grab something to eat?

(TXT to Lalo) Mariah : Sorry for the days late reply. I was working, just was going to invite you to Karaoke, but ended up having a bartender calling off. How is your day going?

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : It's all good, mama. I'm good, just chilling at home. How about you?

(TXT to Lalo) Mariah : I'm just relaxing with the dog watching Christmas movies. No plans for the day other than that. Do you work this evening?

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : Nah, I took a couple days off since I worked Thanksgiving. I'd ask if I could come over but I'd have to know what Christmas movie you're watching first.

(TXT to Lalo) Mariah : I just got done with A Christmas Story. Was going to toss Die Hard in next.

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : A+++

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : Want some company?

(TXT to Lalo) Mariah : I'd love some company. Especially if they don't mind me calling Die Hard a Christmas Movie. :p I could order take out if you like?

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : Anyone who says Die Hard isn't a Christmas movie is a liar. Sounds good. LMK your address and Ill be there soon.

(TXT to Lalo) Mariah : This is the best day ever. And the address is 28 Spruce Street. I promise I won't have my dog dressed up either. 🙂

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : As long as it's a wifebeater I could get behind that.

It's not too long before there's a knock at the door -- long enough that Lalo probably took a shower or otherwise made himself presentable, so that's probably good.

(TXT to Lalo) Mariah : I mean...I have some of those cut off wifebeaters, but I won't embarrass him in front of guests. He's already snoring so he'll do that himself. :p

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : Oh, good. I never want an audience when I'm watching Die Hard.

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : I'm outside your door. ::creepy face::

(TXT to Lalo) Mariah : Do you cry during it or something? Cheer for the Germans to die?

(TXT to Lalo) Mariah : Be right there, throwing on a hoodie.

(TXT to Mariah) Lalo : I cry during every movie. It's awkward.

Mariah comes to the door about three mintes after Lalo's last text. She's dressed in a pair of crimson leggings, white t-shirt and a black zip up hoodie, "Come on in. Sorry it was such short notice. But you caught me on one of the days where I wasn't looking like a complete mess." she grins to that. Note, she doesn't look like a complete mess.

Lalo is not particularly dressed up, either -- jeans and a superman-esque T-shirt under a coat, except instead of an S in the middle the shirt has an 'RN.' "I was almost gonna be offended," he says as he looks up from his phone, sticking it into his pocket as his smile widens. "But Die Hard won out." She does not look a mess, and he spends a second on an appreciative look at her. "I'm pretty sure you never look like a complete mess," he says a little dryly, though there's definitely amusement there.

Mariah looks seriously happy to see him, her smile is bright and she looks like she's ready to go...right back to the couch. Not to a marathon. "I like your shirt." she points out. "And if I ever do offend you please call me out on it. I would not like to do it twice." she admits. "Also, it is absolutely alright for guys to cry. I'm not on any of that 'men can't have emotions' bullshit." she adds. Ans sure enough, there is a dog snoring on the loveseat. A particularly stocky one. "He's going to wake up as soon as food gets here." she muses.

"Oh, I will," Lalo promises, stepping inside after her and shrugging out of his coat, setting it on a convenient surface. "Thanks," he says, of the compliment on his very awesome shirt, and he looks around, his eyes settling on the dog. "Aw. Cute. I usually wake up when the food gets somewhere, too." He grins, looking back to Mariah. "I've teared up at a couple Christmas movies in my time. Gruber's just always gets me, somehow." Though that is provably a joke. Of course, who knows! She'll find out soon enough.

Mariah laughs, "You guys will be best friends by the end of the evening then." she admits with a soft chuckle. Then she listens to him and there's a thoughtful look, "I have cried at a few movies, so, there's nothing to worry about. This is a judgement free zone." she winks. "I ordered some Chinese, hope that's alright with you?" she asks as she heads back towards the couch to check her phone.

"I bet we will. Dogs love me 'cause they mostly don't know any better." Lalo follows her to the couch, sitting down and settling in. He reaches to rest an arm along the back, a little laugh escaping him. "Glad to hear it," he says, before he nods. "Chinese sounds great. Just as long as you don't get mad when I eat all the egg rolls." he pauses, before he amends, "Maybe I'll let you have half of one."

"Oh are you some sort of person I should worry about now?" Mariah asks with a look to him. But she didn't seem really concerned. Just teasing. "Now, if you eat all the egg rolls I'm going to get a pillow and we'll duke it out." she grins. "But if you're going to be nice and share that works." she winks at him. "Figured since food was on it's way we'd start the movie after it got here, if that's alright?" she asks him.

"I guess you're just gonna have to find out, huh?" It's Lalo's turn to wink at her, though again in that slightly exaggerated way he had on their first date, less an actual wink and more just teasing. "I guess I can let you have one." As for the movie, he nods, continuing, "Sounds good. I feel like John McClane would want us to make sure we were really ready before we started it, anyway."

Mariah gives a look to him and then she reaches out to gently and playfully shove his shoulder, "Yeah, we'll see." she tells him. "And thank you oh generous medical attention giver." she nods to him. "And yeah, Mister McClane would want everything ready and if anything fucks up it can be during the movie." she muses. "So how was work since I last saw you?" she asks him.

Lalo lets out a gasp at the shove, reaching up to rub his shoulder as though she's actually hurt him, though he can't really keep a straight face and he has to let out a laugh at the end. "You're welcome," he says, stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankles. "It's been good," he says. "No more crazy flu epidemics. Heard that was bad -- glad I missed it. How's bar owning life?"

Mariah looks concerned for a moment, but then he's laughing and she lets out a relieved breath, "I thought I was about to go to jail for assault." she muses. She settles in next to him, looking to her phone for the time on the delivery and then back to him, "The flu sounded horrible. I don't know how I managed to miss it." she admits. "And bar owning is...like herding cats. I lost a bartender that was really good. Just need to see if I have a replacement somewhere." she frowns.

That does get a laugh, and Lalo shakes his head, replying, "You gotta learn not to take me seriously if we're gonna hang out." His arm slides off the back of the couch and around her when she sits next to him, and he continues, "Yeah, no kidding. Couple of the nurses on the floor were talking about it the first or second day I started. Guess I got to town just in time." Since he missed it, too, presumably. His eyebrows raise at her last words, though. "That sucks," he says. "So owning a bar's not all it's cracked up to be, huh?"

Mariah gives him a smile as he makes that note, "Alright. I'll try to be better about that." she tells him. When he slides his arms around here there's another smile and she slips her arms around his shoulders and squeezes him. "The flu sounded like people were dying and it was all a bit scary." she admits. "Glad you didn't get caught up in it though." she adds. Then there's a shake of her head, "It's not, no. But it makes money and I can run it if I get steady people in." she admits.

"Good. 'Cause I'm too old to change now. Thirty-eleven's way past learning new tricks." Lalo grins as he turns his head to look at her, though it fades a little bit as she goes on. Not completely, though. He's far too comfortable for that. "Is that what you always wanted to do?" he asks. "I feel like all my friends and I had a dream to open a bar at some point or other. I let it go when I figured out how bad I am at math, though."

"I don't think there's anything you need to change. Unless you're hotboxing heroin or coke and keeping it really under wraps." Mariah chuckles to that. Then she looks to him, "Don't let me small troubles be your troubles. Plenty of people bartend, just need to find someone who likes working weekends." she muses. "I wanted to own some type of business and the Pourhouse has been around for ages, so I wanted to keep it going. Figured with knowing the business side and the bartending side we'd do okay and so far we have." she smiles to that.

"Hey, why do you think I didn't invite you over to my place?" Lalo counters with a raised eyebrow. "It definitely wasn't cause it's a fucking mess over there, that's for sure." Not at all, Mariah. "That's cool though. I think I just kind of imagined it'd be like Cheers reruns all the time, until I realized that you actually have to know stuff. Seems like you have -- some of the orderlies go over there for happy hour."

Mariah gives him a look and then a headshake, "You're definitely too clean for a heroine addict." she laughs. "Probably a wife." she teases with a nod to this as she hears a little chime on her app. "Food is hear." she grins. "And it sorta can be like Cheers. Hank is like that one guy...ummm...chubby, brown hair..." she trails off as she squeezes him and then gets up to hurry to the door. "Norm?" she calls back to Lalo. Then she's talking to the delivery person, giving them a nice tip before the door is closed.

Her 'guess' has Lalo letting out a snort of amusement, and he replies, "Hey. If I hadn't told you I suck at math, maybe I could've passed as a dealer." He's clearly not offended, though -- he did say it was tough to offend him, after all. "Norm," he confirms as she gets up to head to the door, and his eyes follow her as she goes, partly to watch her -- and maybe a little bit because of the food. But hey, he likes to eat. That's been established.

"Oh, so maybe you do have a secret wife!" Mariah laughs at that. "And you've got good charisma, you could have had underlings do your math for you." she teases him as she brings back food. "Let me grab some plates." she tells him as she settles the bag down on the coffee table. And sure enough. The bulldog snuffles and then rolls over looking bleary eyed. He eyes the bag of food, then Lalo and just stares like...'Who the hell is this dude?!'. "Be good, Bru!" she calls from the kitchen.

"You got me. I got a wife and two kids. Ximena and Eduardo Jr. I'd introduce you, but I got 'em locked up in the attic and it's kind of annoying with them banging on the door all the time." Too much? Oh well! Lalo looks over at the dog when he starts to awaken, and he smiles, lifting a hand to wave as though the dog is another person. Of course, he practically is! "Hey, buddy," he says. "Sorry but I'm not sharing the egg rolls with you."

Mariah gives an amused shake of her head as she comes back with paper plates and silver ware. "Adorable names for children. I'm guessing with the Junior addage in there that your name is Eduardo?" she asks him as she starts to take containers out of the bag. She slides the egg rolls over to him with a grin, "And there's not enough to share with you, pup. He already agreed to share half of one with me." she muses.

The question gets a nod, and Lalo replies, "Yeah. No one calls me that except my mom, though, and she only does when she's pissed at me." And he does, in fact, grab an egg roll -- though despite his protestations, he starts out only with one. He does take a large bite out of it, though, so who knows how long the rest of them will last. "This is good," he says once he's swallowed, and he leans forward to grab a plate and serve himself from the other boxes. He does not seem particular about what he gets, which is a plus. "I didn't expect there to be as good food up here," he admits.

"Then I will not call you that either. Lalo works just fine." Mariah admits. "Does that have a special meaning or something?" she asks him curiously. Because if there was she hadn't picked up on it yet. When he's done getting his food, she gets herself a plate, "We've got some good mom and pop type places." she admits as she settles down and then hits play on the blu-ray player.

"Nah," Lalo replies, shaking his head, "just the regular nickname for Eduardo." For some value of regular, anyway. "We got all kinds of weird-ass nicknames. Don't ask me how you get Lalo from Eduardo 'cause I couldn't tell you." He grins, reaching for a fork so that he can take a bite as his gaze moves back to the TV. "Might be how little kids can't say their 'r's so it sounds more like an L, but that's the best guess I got."

"Aha! Learn something new everyday." Mariah states as she crosses her legs after they're on the couch. She listens to his explanation on the nickname and there's a smile, "I only have have two nicknames. And most don't bother calling me either." she muses. "Belle or Rose doesn't gain you any street cred really." she muses as she takes a bite of fried rice.

"That's how you know it was a good day," Lalo confirms, before he takes another bite of his food. "But you know now I'm only gonna call you either Belle or Rose, so you kind of just messed yourself up if you hate either of those." He settles back with a comfortable sigh, adding, "Don't worry, though. I only annoy people I like."

Mariah gives a smile to that, "It is never too late to learn new things." she tells him. Then she's finishing up her first plate and then settles it down, "My last name is Bellerose. So most got tired of it and split it in half." she smiles. "And you can get away with that. Anyone else does and I'll glare at them." she grins. "And it will be hard for you to annoy me." she admits.

"Oh yeah, I know," Lalo confirms, of her last name. "I Googled you. Are you creeped out yet?" He wiggles his eyebrows up and down a couple of times as he says it. Ah, the age of information. However, he does get more serious after another moment, and adds, "Nah, nothing too creepy. I just figured I should know your last name if we were gonna go out again so I didn't feel like a jerk." Her last words, though, have him eyeing her skeptically, though still with a smile. "Sounds like a challenge."

Mariah pauses for a moment when he says that he has googled her, "Did...you find anything that makes you not want to see where this goes? I'm guessing you didn't look at my parents arrest records." she chuckles. "And if you want to ask anything, I'm totally fine with questions. Sometimes it's fun to learn new things." she smiles to that. "So, you're going to start trying to annyo me?" she giggles.

Lalo waves a hand, dismissing whatever concerns she might have about that. "Nah. If I was scared off by parents' arrest records, I wouldn't have any exes." He grins, before he continues, "But no, I didn't. I didn't get that deep into it, though. So if you've got an arrest record, we can save that to keep some of the mystery." As for whether he's going to annoy her, he studies her for a second or two, as though he's considering it. "Maybe in a little while," he adds. "I got a couple other things I'd rather do first." His smile takes on a bit of a different cast as he reaches to set his plate on the coffee table, though he doesn't look away from her.

Mariah gives a bit of a chuckle, "No, I don't have an arrest record. Dealt with enough of the cops when I was growing up really." she admits. She does look to him though and there's a smile, though her gaze takes on a curious look as he settles his plate down. "What would you like to do, Lalo?" she asks him as she watches him.

"Good to know. So things are already looking up for me, I see." It's said teasingly, though, and Lalo doesn't really focus on that much longer -- instead, he does on the latter topic. "Oh, you know," he continues off-handedly, as though he's remarking on the weather or something, though again, it's teasing, and instead he leans forward to close the distance between them, with the clear intention to kiss her. Unless she moves.

"As long as things are looking up then that is a good thing." Mariah points out. Then there's a bit of a moment that she watches him, when he leans in her hands come up to touch his face gently, her full lips meeting his in an eager kiss. Apparently she was not going to move. Especially with the end result being a lip sealing one.

When she does not pull away, Lalo takes that as a good sign. He leans into the kiss, his hand moving to settle on the small of her back and pulling her a little bit toward him. It is not short, but eventually he does pull back, his eyes opening to find hers. "That was one of the things I had in mind," he says, and his smile returns, a little bit crookedly now.

Mariah has no problems with being pulled toward him a little, the woman slides her arms around his shoulders as she savors the kiss. Her own lips molding to his softly as she does. When he pulls back there's a bit of heat in her cheeks as she looks to him, "That was a good idea." she grins to that. She looked happy. "And is the second one watching Hans Gruber fall off the top of Nakatomi Tower?" she asks him curiously.

"Only kind I have," Lalo replies, his smile widening at that -- and his tone does not sound particularly serious. But this one was good, yes. As for what his other idea was, when she guesses it, he nods decisively. "You know it, mama," he adds, a little laugh escaping him at that. "Nothing goes with making out like Alan Rickman falling a billion stories."

"I've not seen anything so far that would counteract that statement." Mariah admits. There's a grin that makes her face glow when he calls her mama, just something about it made her grin like an idiot. She gives him a squeeze and then another quick kiss, "I'm down for watching Mister Rickman fall off a building over and over again. So I won't ever turn that down." she muses as she snuggles into his side.

"I'll take it." Lalo certainly doesn't refuse the kiss -- in fact, he draws it out just a tiny bit longer before he pulls back again with a grin. "It's really the best Christmas movie," he admits as he turns back to the TV, his arm tightening a little bit around her. Despite what he'd said, though, he doesn't try to push anything further at the moment -- It's possible he really does just want to watch Die Hard. After all, who wouldn't?