( this isn't exactly how he intended to spend his evening. when he'd scheduled his session, somehow the pumpkins and bats and Monster Mash playing on loop in every store had been lost on him. to be fair, he'd only landed about 48 hours ago. much of that had been spent in the catatonic sleep that making it out of a high stakes situation relatively unscathed. how he didn't notice it ahead of time... well... probably nihilistic depression, what do you want from him? all this to say, Halloween had really crept up on him out of nowhere.
and he could have ignored it. gotten laid, gotten drunk, passed out more. ignored the texts from Hunnigan about scheduling a debriefing. actually, he's still ignoring the texts from Hunnigan about scheduling a debriefing. but the rest of the night has turned out surprisingly well, considering he was completely unprepared.
there's something pretty pathetic about paying a prostitute to watch him hand out Halloween candy. he's aware, but he will add that to the pile of self loathing to drink about later. it is rare he is in a halfway decent mood, it'd be a shame to waste it. the normalcy of a stupid Halloween movie, a trickling parade of trick or treaters, a warm body next to him in the downtime. Mariette isn't bad company, either — it's lucky she doesn't know she could charge extra for that. )
Why do people like these movies? ( he says, expression unimpressed, as a scantily clad coed runs shrieking from a murderer without looking where she's going. he understands there is supposed to be appeal, but whatever capacity he had to enjoy a slasher flick must have been firmly exterminated after Raccoon City. it's been a solid ten minutes since the doorbell went off, which does make him wonder if they've seen the last of the slow hoard of children. which means he is contemplating the second part of the evening's entertainment, the hand he's kept on her thigh (like he needs to be physically attached to someone to truly believe there's somebody else there) rubbing a little higher, thumb dipping on the inside of her thigh. )
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Date: 2024-11-04 03:23 am (UTC)and he could have ignored it. gotten laid, gotten drunk, passed out more. ignored the texts from Hunnigan about scheduling a debriefing. actually, he's still ignoring the texts from Hunnigan about scheduling a debriefing. but the rest of the night has turned out surprisingly well, considering he was completely unprepared.
there's something pretty pathetic about paying a prostitute to watch him hand out Halloween candy. he's aware, but he will add that to the pile of self loathing to drink about later. it is rare he is in a halfway decent mood, it'd be a shame to waste it. the normalcy of a stupid Halloween movie, a trickling parade of trick or treaters, a warm body next to him in the downtime. Mariette isn't bad company, either — it's lucky she doesn't know she could charge extra for that. )
Why do people like these movies? ( he says, expression unimpressed, as a scantily clad coed runs shrieking from a murderer without looking where she's going. he understands there is supposed to be appeal, but whatever capacity he had to enjoy a slasher flick must have been firmly exterminated after Raccoon City. it's been a solid ten minutes since the doorbell went off, which does make him wonder if they've seen the last of the slow hoard of children. which means he is contemplating the second part of the evening's entertainment, the hand he's kept on her thigh (like he needs to be physically attached to someone to truly believe there's somebody else there) rubbing a little higher, thumb dipping on the inside of her thigh. )