Watchin' and Snackin'

"What are you doing?"

"Nuthin' just sittin'. "

"Sitting is not nothing."

"You asked and I told."

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"I don't like watching on my phone."

"Who said anything about a phone? Come over."

**

Barry texts <I'm outside, open the door>

Len replies <just a sec>. He opens his door, and in comes Barry.

"You can select between two movies, Barry," Len says, grinning.

"Why two and not three?"

"Don't be your usual contrary jerk-off! Choose! Carrie, or Halloween H2O."

"H2O, for sure. Love Jamie Lee!

Len's laptop is open, and images of Carrie and Halloween H2O movies are on it. The coffee table has snacks laid out to eat.

"Whatcha got to eat?" Barry asks, ignoring the coffee table spread.

"Rolo candy and Cheetos. Iced tomato juice, like blood. The tomato juice with the orange Cheetos is like grilled cheese with tomato soup."

"I never liked that combination."

"You will change your mind tonight."

"Len, I'm twenty-four, and Cheetos just give you orange fingers."

"Look! This is our food for the movie! You eat it like this. First three of the Cheetos, dip your fingers in the tomato juice and lick it off, then pop one chocolate-caramelly Rollo in your mouth. I guarantee that you will love it."

Barry notices the laptop.

"I'm not watching Jamie Lee on your laptop."

"It's easier to see her up close," Len mumbles.

Barry glares at him. "I told you NO before I came over."

"Yeah, I heard that," Len chuckles. "Relax you, uptight bonehead. We're using my sixty-five-inch screen, okay?"

"Gross, look at your fingers!"