Your Gaia Name: Kuronue-chan

Movie Night

"Larry's Pizza and Subs, Kyle speaking. Can I take your order?"

The teenager quickly fetched a pad of paper and a pencil. It was Friday night and Larry's was desperately understaffed. To the boy's dismay, the caller on the line had yet another large order for him to handle. Scribbling furiously, Kyle tried to keep up with the requests.

"Yes, ma'am...that's five large pizzas, one cheese and 'shroom, four meat-lovers; three exta-large orders of cheese fries; eight burgers; a veggie sub; and four two-liters of soda. Anything else?" While copying this all down, Kyle heard the girl ask the same question to another person in the vicinity. A large, rough voice (one that probably would've shocked Kyle had not he been so focused on his order slip) muttered something, and then the girl declared that nothing else would be needed. Breathing a sigh of relief, the boy handed the paper to the pizza-maker.

"That'll be $68.75, ma'am. May I have your address? Uh-huh, uh-huh. Okay. Your food will be delivered in about an hour."

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Angelina placed the handset back on the receiver and mock-glared at Ambrose. "$68.75!" she sighed. "You and your stomach!"

A hulking half-man/half-wolf grinned, showing two rows of sharp teeth. "I can't help that I get hungry. Look on the bright side: it's only once a month."

The girl shook her head. "I think this is going to take up the last of my savings..."

Ambrose looked as penitent as a wolf-hybrid could. "Next time I'll bring some money with me. Or I'll make something...or...um...something."

Waving her hand dismissively, Angelina walked over to her sock drawer and retrieved a small stack of bills. "We both know you can't cook, Ambrose. We were partners for home-ec class last semester, in case you've forgotten already. I nearly failed because you burned everything...including yourself, if I remember correctly."

The werewolf coughed sheepishly. "I guess I owe you for saving both of our grades, then."

"Damn straight!" was the emphatic, if teasing, answer. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to do more baby-sitting if I'm going to maintain my over-grown puppy of a boyfriend."

Together they headed out to the small living room. Ambrose padded softly over to the counter that seperated the kitchen area and began nosing (literally) his way through a plastic bag from Blockbuster. His large, paw-like hands were no help to him, so it was somewhat difficult for him to immediately see what movies were available. He had just managed to get his snout stuck in the handle when Angelina noticed him.

"Ambrose!" she chided, laughing. "Why didn't you just ask for help?"

"I...uh..." he stammered, feeling his ears going hot. Angelina brushed past him and untangled the bag. She laid the movies down on the counter and proceeded to give him a description of each one.

"How about this one?" she asked, holding up a case which showed two people in a tender embrace, silhouetted against a sunset.

Ambrose wrinkled his nose. "Didn't we watch a chick flick last time?"

"Oh, fine," Angelina grumbled. "I've got a war movie here...I heard it was pretty intense."

It was difficult for Ambrose to read in his hybrid form, but by squinting he was able to make out each movie. "How about...this one?" he asked, a silly grin spreading over his wolf-like face as he nudged a case with his clawed hand.

Laughing, Angelina picked it up. "How did I know you would want to watch this? Oh well, it's one of my favorites anyway."

She tossed the case onto the couch and then went around the kitchen unshelving bags of potato chips, stacks of cookies, plates of finger foods, and every kind of fatty, unhealthy snacks teens could wish for, much to Ambrose's delight.

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Kyle double-checked the address before getting out of the car. Due to the amount of food ordered, he'd thought there was a party going on. The small house, however, was dark and still. A horrible thought crossed his mind--what if this had been a prank call? Grinding his teeth in annoyance, he headed up to the front door and knocked.

To his surprise, a girl about his own age answered. Noticing the huge stack of food he had, she took it from him before paying. The boy was about to offer to help her carry it all inside when an odd feeling overtook him. Deciding to just accept payment and leave, he hurried back to his car. As he was driving away, he thought he saw a pair of yellowed eyes glinting from the window. Oh well...the pizza shop needed him anyway.

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"Pizza's here!" Angelina sang, waltzing back into the living room. Ambrose immediately claimed two boxes for himself, downing the first pizza before his girlfriend had even taken her seat. Angelina hit "play" on the remote, and soon the pair was engrossed in The Three Musketeers.

An hour later, nearly all of the food was gone, and even the fidgeting Ambrose had calmed down significantly. He was stretched luxuriously on the couch; Angelina was using his furred abdomen as a pillow. Occasionally she batted at his tail as it swished momentarily into her view, obstructing the screen.

Despite all of the conflicts and problems in his life right now, Ambrose just couldn't think of a better way to spend full moons than Movie Night. Sighing contentedly, he settled in for a good time.