With an amused grin tugging on the corners of her lips she listened to the other speak, not even leaning away when the taller male leaned forward while engaged in his monologue. Biting down onto the corner of her bottom lip she reached up to gently flick his forehead, her amusement showing in the tone of her voice when she spoke up. ”I think you watched one too many Hangover movies.”
However just a moment later she continued with a small shrug of her shoulders. ”I don’t blame you though.” Her words were followed with a laugh as leaned back on the feels of her feet, returning to standing correctly just a split moment later.
“There will never ever be too many Hangover movies, and I will never ever become less of a Hangover druggie. The day this becomes a lie will be the day I turn into a pork-chop and marinate in my own pork-chop juices.” He stresses his point with a toss of his head, placing his hands on his hips.
“I’m going to be very disappointed in you if you can’t name a soundtrack that played through the first movie. I’ll cry. I’m crying right now, actually-” he squinted his eyes and pressed his palms to his cheeks, “-do you see them? It’s streaking my mascara.”
“Please.” She rolled her eyes, her action being followed by a scoff. “You’re talking to a Hangover expert over here.’‘...
“There will never ever be too many Hangover movies, and I will never ever become less of a Hangover druggie. The day...