Just Like in the Movies

[Beau LaRoux]

Movie night, which Beau did sort of realize that he was probably more excited about than he rightly should be. Especially since said movie night was Liz's choice, which likely meant that Beau was gonna suffer. Not that their taste in movies didn't coincide fairly well, all things considered. Both were willing enough to sit through anything with good music, for example, and there was something to be said for getting the crap scared out of them (mostly involving tendencies to jump and get cuddled up, not that Beau was gonna say as much to Liz, oh hell no, that would be impolite and not at all something he brings up or thinks every other movie night). No, the hell did not come from the movie choice.

It came from the fact that Liz's choice meant Liz's domain, which meant that Beau headed to the coed dorm, which wasn't that bad, and into Liz's room, which always made him feel, uh, impure might be too strong of a word. A little dirty, perhaps? Like if he told his mother that he was in a girl's room, she'd smack him on the head and tell him to get his mind out of the gutter. Wouldn't matter even if Beau pointed out that his mind was generally locked on thinking about finally getting up enough to kiss Liz, let alone do anything "impure."

So there he was, feeling only slightly awkward in a pair of workout sweats (he'd worn jeans the first time and been archly informed that you did not wear jeans to movie night; the sweats were a compromise) and a band t-shirt. He stood in front of the dorm, which definitely wasn't that new, and raised his hand. If he knocked, she was going to tell him that he shouldn't bother knocking. If he didn't knock, well, there was a chance that, uh...

Beau knocked on the door. "You in there, Liz?" he called, bouncing on his toes and looking around a bit. "I know you were expectin' me, an' I'm here..." which he said often enough. "You decent?" also said often, and with a strong part of him already mentally kicking his own ass. He certainly wasn't moving till he either got a response to the affirmative or the door opened, which, of course, she knew full well.

[Elizabeth Edison]

She had indeed been expecting Beau as she tidied up her room. And by tidy, she means kicking things into hidden crevices of the room. Elizabeth wasn't exactly the neatest person in the world but she wasn't gross. She would probably properly clean it up in the weekend. Maybe.

Dressed in her uniform tank top and favourite Batman boxers, she lowered her music on her laptop and bounced over to the door, opening it with a huge smile.

"Hiyuh bubba. Come on in." She grabbed her best friend's hand and pulled him in. "Sorry for the mess." She pointed out before snorting and shaking her head. "Why, why do I keep forgetting you know me." She shrugged and grabbed her laptop before settling in her bed, patting to her side, gesturing for Beau to sit down. "Come, come."

Going through her folders, she searched for the horror movie she had lined up for them. "Oh, could you grab that bag over there? I took the liberty of stealing stuff from the vending machines. I got your favourite." She sang out with a grin.

[Beau LaRoux]

Nothing about the room that Beau entered surprised him. Well, nearly nothing. The music didn't, nor did the mess, nor, technically did Liz herself. And really, he should be immune to her dressing in scanty clothing by now. It wasn't even summer time, when things could get worse. He just had to get close to her to feel the whole temperature rising bit that came with being anywhere near her. Still didn't stop the decidedly male part of Beau's brain from taking over for just a few seconds. The boy was human, human enough that his eyes drifted downward a bit as Liz led him across the chaos that was her room. They snapped back up soon enough, and Beau felt... okay, only a little ashamed.

He eventually plunked down on the bed, and he could've sworn that he felt something tumble off the edge of the bed. He had no idea what that was, and he wasn't about to go digging. instead he wiggled into a more comfortable position, reaching behind to adjust the pillows. He pulled out a bra for a moment, but as he was doing remarkably well at keeping his hormones under control, he just tossed it off the side of the bed. While he did, Liz pulled things up, as Beau expected.

"C'mon, Lizzy," which was of course reserved for teasing moments like this, "didn't we go over the whole stealin' is wrong bit already?" which wasn't stopping Beau from leaning over and searching for the inevitable bag of tater skins, which he was soon pulling out. He pulled out Liz's matching snack, tossing it beside her. "It's your choice tonight," he reminded her, like she needed it, "so I'm guessin' the goal is to make me squeal like a little girl," which he did, sometimes, mostly to amuse her.... mostly.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Seeing Beau take out her bra had Elizabeth snorting, giving him a wide toothy grin as they got comfortable on the bed. She switched off the music and double clicked the video file, pausing it so they could get their stuff together first.

Narrowing her eyes at Beau's nickname for her, Elizabeth bumped against him with her shoulder. "It's only wrong if you get caught." She shrugged and caught the bag of Cheetos she was tossed.

His remark got her nodding, grinning like a child. "Yep. And if I'm lucky, I get to see you running out of my room pissing yourself." She giggled lightly before throwing an arm around Beau's shoulder and pulled him close, jostling him around as she moved in closer to him.

"Okay. I think there's a bit of gore in here so, fair warning." She hit play and widened the screen. The title credits rolled and already Elizabeth was creeped out. "Oh this should be good."

[Beau LaRoux]

There was no way that Liz didn't know that Beau literally felt tingles whenever he bumped into another mutant. It was his power's way of letting him know that he'd just picked up the fullest, most extreme version of whatever power it was that the other person held. There was also very little chance that Liz didn't know that her little touch would send heat spreading through the contact zone, starting like a hot pack on a sore muscle and eventually spreading throughout. No way, and no way that Beau wasn't going to end up enjoying every moment of it.

Thankfully, he had experience with the whole warm, tingly feeling he got around Liz. So he was able to open up his bag of chips and act as though he, well, wasn't having a warm tingly feeling. His eyes fell on the computer, watching as Liz flicked from that inanely happy music (which, not surprisingly, Beau had learned to play), pulling through the video files. Part of Beau wanted to teasingly ask her if she'd stolen those as well, but his mouth was a big busy chewing down salty goodness.

"One time," he said after swallowing, holding up a slightly salty finger, "ya wet the bed one time, an' yer branded for life," he moved the hand back into his bag, reaching for more treats to consume. He had most of a mouthful when Liz had to mention the whole gore thing. He moaned, rolling his eyes. "Really? You just wanna see me vomit again, don't you?" though in his defense, they had both vomited that time, and there had been massive amounts of junk food and movie blood involved. He stared at the title credits as they rolled. "I hope you're ready to hold me tight an' tell me it's all gonna be okay," he drawled as things already got dark and scary. He also reached over to grab a Cheeto, mostly because he could.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth supposed she forgot how Beau's abilities worked. It happened quite a lot around Beau, her forgetting things. But they were already on to bigger and better things. Like snacks and horror movies. She would apologise if she was aware. Although if Beau mentioned anything, she would probably tease him.

Beau's response to her tease made her laugh, throwing her head back as she enjoyed the boisterous laugh she was giving her best friend. There wasn't much he could say that wouldn't make her laugh though. She swears she laughs with him and not at him! "Just consider yourself lucky I don't call you bedwetter out of these four walls, bubba."

His reminder about the vomiting incident had her scrunching her nose and sticking her tongue out. "Well it would be entertaining to watch a re-enactment of the Exorcist. It was my favourite movie after all. Watching it live would give me such great joy." She chuckled as she threw a piece of her snack into her mouth. "Aww, Beauby!" She cooed and concentrated on reducing her body temperature to a minimum just so she could hug Beau sideways without sweating too much. Sure, she was going to blame her abilities for her sweating problem when she was around Beau. Yep. "Everything will be all right." She continued before her eyes went back down to the screen.

[Beau LaRoux]

"I do consider myself lucky for all sorts of reasons," came out of Beau before he could really think of why he said it. He tried to pass it off as sort of offhand, taking another handful of salty goodness and cramming it into his mouth. That was one of his favorite things about Liz, if he could list things: they were already so comfortable together. There had been this small burst of initial awkwardness, mostly based around his flirting with her and her rolling with it, but it had quickly melted into, well, something very like what they had now, interestingly enough.

Vomiting excluded, of course. "Didn't we try that before? I seem to remember some pretty intense vomitin' action," said Beau. He was soon chuckling and accepting another tingly, heat inducing hug. Liz might be able to tone it down a little when she did that, but Beau... well, actually, Beau had so much exposure to Liz's power that it was literally his best controlled power. That didn't stop him from letting that warm feeling spread throughout his body, though he may have tried to mentally will it from staying, say, in the torso area.

"Well, I know I got big, bad Liz to protect me from all the scary things. Ain't most of these guys weak against fire? Jus' gotta get a match," Beau pointed at the screen, where a night scene was beginning, likely involving a couple that was going to be brutally murdered. That seemed to happen at the beginning of every horror movie. Actually, for that matter, so did, uh, well, let's just say it was becoming obvious that the couple were engaging in activities that were likely to get them murdered pretty quick. "What's this thin' ratin' again?" asked Beau, looking over at Liz with a raised eyebrow.

[Elizabeth Edison]

"As you should." Elizabeth replied, thinking nothing of the statement other than what was presented on the surface. She was aware that there was something between her and Beau. She knew Beau liked her more than a friend and to be honest, so did she. But they were so great as friends, she didn't want to ruin it. Times like these though, she just wanted to devour the polite Southern gentleman with his accented drawl and charming grin.

That escalated rather quickly...

Luckily the boy pressed on the memory of them partnering in the vomitting process so the lust-driven thoughts she had were quelled for the moment. "Could we not." She held a hand up and shook one finger in his direction.

When he pandered to her, the pyrokinetic flexed her arms before amping up her body temperature. Briefly, she wondered if he could handle it. "Or a lighter. Matches look cool to light but they're pretty fragile." She pouted before turning back to the screen just as the moaning started.

"Uh...dunno. M? Uh...R? Uh...haha I dunno oh crud they're - yup. They dead." Elizabeth whistled low as the blood started gushing. "Oh wow, that's really graphic." She blinked. "You okay there, Beau?"

[Beau LaRoux]

Yes, nothing squashed potential of lust quite like remembering the time you both vomited together. Ah, the sweet memories were just what Beau needed, especially given what was going on there on the computer screen. They also had the whole potential villain scenario, which, again, just further proved how much Beau liked hanging out with Liz. "Dang, lighter, shoulda thought of that. It's you fancy city folks an' your fancy---" of course, then there was the bloody scene.

Really, Beau should've seen that coming. Liz had warned him. Heck, the movie had been pretty blunt about the whole killing of the people part. But knowing it was coming and actually seeing it were two very different things. Beau ended up staring as blood splattered out of the mostly nude couple, and he actually winced as some of it went toward the screen, likely set up as one of those 3-D effects. Strange that they were at least a little obtuse about what was actually doing the killing, since they were, as Liz said, incredibly graphic at the whole actual killing part of it.

"I'm alright," insisted Beau. He'd gone a little white and he'd certainly stopped nibbling on snacks for a moment. He looked over at Liz, who most likely looked excited if anything. That part always sucked for Beau: he was supposed to be the guy here, the bold Southern gent that could be clung to in times of terror. Maybe if Liz didn't seem to get excited by the whole terror thing (not in a sexual way, mind), then Beau could've at least put on an act. He still tried, and his eyes never left the screen. Getting frightened from time to time was kinda fun still. "You sure you're doin' alright?" he asked, still keeping half an eye on her. "'cuz this thing seems awfully---an' there's the scene. Where did they even get all that blood? I've seen less blood come outta a deer, dang."

[Elizabeth Edison]

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and grinned. "Don't hate the fancy." She responded, still training her light green eyes on the screen. It was most definitely better to focus on something that didn't make her want to rip their shirt off. Wow, she was in a little bit of heat wasn't she?

Gore didn't actually effect her as much as it should and when the innards were being drained on screen, all she did was purse her lips to stop herself from laughing.

Her eyes finally trailed over to Beau and she saw how it effected him. Quietly, she took his hand and held on to it. It wasn't so much a reassuring gesture as it was to make sure he didn't run off. Okay and a little bit to do with the fact that she just liked to touch him.

Laughing at his question and ensuing commentary, Elizabeth shrugged. "Corn syrup and food colouring by the truckload. Maybe an artery burst." She chuckled. The screen went black and then a much sunnier environment took place and backstory started to happen. She couldn't be bothered to watch so she started on her snacks again.

"Oh hey, I have that backpack." She pointed to the screen with a laugh.

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau didn't even realize that Liz took his hand until he felt that tingling sensation again. He easily opened his hand, letting his fingers lace through Liz's without really thinking about it. Their hands fit together remarkably well, the calloused tips of a pair of guitar players just gracing one another for a moment. Without thinking much about it, Beau gave the fingers a little squeeze. Were he not certain his lips were covered in chip salt, he'd have raised Liz's hand up to lightly press against his lips, more to tease than anything, and certainly not just because he really wanted to press his lips somewhere on Liz.

"Guess it does look a little off," agreed Beau, tilting his head and peering at the screen. He wasn't exactly the big hunter that some members of his family were, but he did know enough about blood. His ability helped there: he'd had his share of training accidents. It didn't surprise him at all that Liz knew about the details. The scene change was more surprising than that.

As was the little detail, "You sure?" he leaned in a little, blocking her view of the screen on purpose. "I ain't so sure; I'm thinkin' that you're jus' wishin' that you were there 'stead of here."

[Elizabeth Edison]

The easy compliance in which Beau laced his fingers through hers had her smiling as the scene unfolded. It was inconsequential, she knew, in the grand scheme of things. Girl is seen to have a happy life. Family loves her, friends adore her and her boyfriend worships her. A wrench is gonna get thrown. Probably an obsessed girl friend. Or a jealous rival.

Elizabeth tried to concentrate on the movie but the squeeze had her eyes straying downwards. When he moved to block her view, she pushed him away playfully. "Get away you doof." She laughed before raising an eyebrow at his statement.

"Maybe I do. I mean that girl's boyfriend really adores her. Like...I could do with a boyfriend like that." She nodded. She was teasing but she wasn't about to deny the honesty in the statement.

Of course, she wasn't about to go out and find herself a boyfriend, that was just stupid. She had a lot going on for her right now. Between power training and trying to get her music out, she'd been a pretty busy girl.

"What, you can't tell me that life in there doesn't look ideal."

[Beau LaRoux]

Beau leaned back, as per orders, a grin on his face. He paid only the barest minimum of attention to the film, instead listening to his friend discussing what happened. He was tempted to lean his head over and sort of drape it on her, but he decided that it was probably better to remain upright, well, mostly upright, there was some slouching going on in there. Liz's description drifted to the boyfriend, who had appeared on screen and looked pretty much perfect, as they so often did at the beginning of these films. Then again, they often remained perfect in some sort of weird twist.

But to think that Liz wanted that. Beau sorta knew, but only sorta. He actually felt another fire swell for a moment that had nothing to do with the whole power thing. He'd always been the one to, well, flirt and stuff. Liz loved everybody, but she seemed to literally love everybody in a sort of a nearly happy care bear sense, at least as far as Beau understood it.

"Well, you certainly deserve a guy like that," agreed Beau, nodding. "Though I mean, c'mon, look at that guy. Ain't nobody gonna actually be like that. I'm bettin' that he's the killer, or that he's helpin' the killer or somethin'." He gave Liz's hand another quick squeeze and then reached for more salty snack goodness. He had the feeling that he'd want more salty crap on his lips in the near future. "So I'm thinkin' that the life involvin' gettin' my yard painted with my guts ain't exactly what I have in mind. I'll settle for endin' up with--hey, she's kinda hot; bet she dies first," for, of course, a leggy blonde had appeared on screen, apparently friends with the couple or something.

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth looked at Beau as he responded, a raised eyebrow and a grin appearing on her face. "You don't believe a guy could be like that just for a girl?" She asked. Although his theory did ring some alarms. She did think he could most probably be the killer. Or possessed at least.

When he took his hand out of hers, Elizabeth tried to ignore the sudden chill and concentrated on the movie.

Which was a little hard considering Beau made a ridiculous statement that made her snort gracelessly. When the leggy blonde appeared on screen, Elizabeth's attention went to it and she munched on her snack. "Oh wow, yeah she actually kind of is. I know this actress. She was in that romcom Jessica Guerrerro made us watch last week." She pointed out. "Oh she's definitely gonna end up like a stuck pig somewhere. Most probably after trying to sleep with the boyfriend. Oh my God, maybe the main girl is the killer though."

[Beau LaRoux]

"Mebbe if the girl's worth it," offered Beau, trying a nonchalant shrug to go along with it, as if to say that he wasn't totally thinking about said girl sitting right next to him. Because reasons. Reasons that were thankfully soon smothered in chip, though Beau then realized that he'd technically released Liz's hand when he did so. He mentally wrestled for a few moments, before realizing that both of his hands now had salty goodness on them. So he was pretty much screwed. So he just settled for attempting to lick his fingers, feeling the callouses on his fingertips with his tongue.

And he'd earned a snort, which nearly made him do a fist pump. "Ugh, I'm tryin' to forget that movie ever existed, an' you gotta go an' remind me,' groaned Beau, reaching over to give Liz a light push on the shoulder. "Now I'm kinda lookin' forward to her bein' all butchered an' such. Deserves it after makin' that mess," Beau shuddered and then looked down at the screen. Naturally, he also had something to say about Liz's theory: "Ain't no way this movie's gonna do that. That would be too smart, an' we're only missin' a stoner or a minority or somethin' to round things out."

Beau took another bite of snack and then looked around for a bit, eventually looking back at Liz. "Didja remember to grab anythin' to drink? Or am I gonna have to try an' go all vampire on you? 'cuz I'm bettin' your blood would be all spicy an' stuff," he was ever so tempted to nuzzle Liz's neck, but instead settled for poking her on the arm. Because reasons. Again.