"Envysauce makes you look like babysauce," I teased, climbing from the vehicle.
"OMG, enough with the sauce," Lynn complained, slamming her car door.
"Babe, angrysauce won't earn you any Goobers," Robert teased.
"Say goodbye to sexysauce if I hear it again," she threatened.
"Ooooh, Robert. You better stay down for the count. You just got knocked cold," I laughed.
"And you. There are other ways to get you. You're not always awake," she threatened me before turning back around to grab Robert's hand.
"Grumpysauce," I whispered to an amused Emrys whose shoulders were shaking with suppressed laughter.
"You're a nut," he said when he was finally able to talk.
"Truth," I answered, grabbing his hand as we bought our tickets for the movie. The moment felt so normal I couldn't help grinning. Looking at us, you would've thought we were human. Lynn and Robert were already at the concession stand ordering when we joined them.
"What can I get you?" the perky concession clerk asked.
"What's your poison?" Emrys asked, pointing to the soda machine.
"Coke, please."
"What size?" she asked, still smiling like her life depended on it.
"Um, medium," I answered, eyeing the ginormous cups.
"For twenty-five cents more you can get a large," she chirped, holding up a cup that was big enough to swim in.
"Um, that's okay."
"It is only a quarter," Emrys said, smiling at me.
"Medium is fine," I clarified. "And a nachos."
"With nachosauce," Emrys and I both said loudly at the same time. Robert burst out laughing as Lynn glared at all of us.
"All of you are immaturesauce," she said, before turning around, heading for the theater.
The perky girl behind the counter lost her smile and looked at us like we had just escaped a mental facility when the three of us trailed behind Lynn, howling with laughter until we entered the packed theater. There was no way in hell we were going to find seats together.
"This is what we get for showing up five minutes before the movie is supposed to start," I griped, looking around at the sporadic single seats that were available.
"This blows," Robert grumbled. "Maybe we should see the later show."
"Where do you guys normally like to sit?" Emrys asked.
"Back row, center, but that's completely full," I answered, pointing to my favorite seats. In my opinion, ,that section was the only way to go. No annoying person behind you kicking your seat, no jerkoff trying to put their feet on the back of your seat, and being in the center of the row allowed you the best view of the screen.
"Well, let's go then," Emrys said, continuing up the steps.
"Um, the exit is that way," I said bewildered.
Emrys ignored my words as he continued climbing the stairs. Lynn, Robert, and I watched his back, confused. "You do know you actually needed a seat to see the movie?" I said as he continued onward. Deciding it was my doleful job as his date to not allow him to look like a freak, I climbed the stairs after him. Much to my astonishment, the moment Emrys reached the last row, the four people who were sitting in those seats abruptly got up, separated, and moved to the remaining single seats available.
Lynn and Robert trotted up the stairs looking as dumbfounded as I was.
"Holy shit, you bent someone's mind for seats," I asked, sitting down next to him. "What if they suffer brain damage over your bending, all so we could watch some superhero movie on the big screen?"