Pseudosapien

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Once the lasagna was done, they had started the horror/suspense/mystery marathon that seemed to turn out from their original just one movie plan.

"I knew it!" Annie pointed when the ending of one of the movies was revealed. She had done that for the past two or so movies.

"I'm sensing that someone is on a hindsight bias roll." Garth grinned.

"Nope. The way they end is obvious if you pay attention to every detail up until the ending. I just didn't want you to have the ending spoiled for you. I don't like ruining movies for people. I think it's rude." She didn't sound nearly as convincing as she liked.

"I'm going to pretend to believe you."

"You don't need to believe me." She pouted in defiance and it was one of the expressions that made Garth laugh whenever he remembered that she wasn't much different than him. Right now she was like a juvenile and the behavior didn't seem to suit her at all.

"Is this how you are when you watch movies with people?" He quizzed with amusement. She stopped and smirked before laughing.

"Yeah, like I'd be able to be like this with all the nervousness, wondering what expectations they had of the night and if it was something I was ready for...of course that depended on the partner."

"Have I asked you what your longest relationship was?"

"No, I don't think you have. I don't count the time I've spent with someone. It's like counting how many pages are left until the end of a book or pausing a movie to see how much longer it had until the inevitable end." Her cynical words reached him.

"You'd end up wondering when it would end."

"You focus on time and I don't know about you or others but from there I end up focusing on just that...how much longer did I have left before something went wrong?"

"Is that what ultimately ended your relationships? Aside from Shakespeare?" That got her to laugh again.

"Majority of them, yeah. You?"

"I usually end up with young gold diggers or people that I can't really connect with because of my job."

"Ah, yes, the unique sense of humor."

"I forgot about your riddle again."

"That you have. Shame on you, Garth." She wagged her finger at him in that way an elementary school teacher would at a student that was pulling on another's hair. It made him bust out in chortles again because her fake stern look was about as funny and unsuitable for her as the juvenile denial face she'd made earlier.

"Poke your fingers in my eyes and I will open wide my jaws. Linen cloth, quills, or paper, my greedy lust devours them all."

"Oooh, sounds kinky." She winked playfully. They had both had a bit too much wine by this time. Yes, they had been drinking cheap wine and eating whatever snacks they could find after the popcorn ran out. They were both rather tipsy. It explained quite a lot of what was being passed between the two of them.

"I hope that's not your final answer." He sputtered with laughter.

"No...fuck, um." She whispered the riddle to herself.

"Shears?"

"Even buzzed you got it." Then he saw the time.

"You work tomorrow?"

"Yuck." Her face scrunched up at Garth's question.

"Probably best that you sleep then."

"Do you?"