Netflix and Drive

>be Norman
>by the kind miracle of Purple's stupid magic princes duties , the Aryan Beauty ended up in your house
>well, the miracle was that Yellow was out of town and couldn't baby sit Spike, and she insisted that someone other that you should care for him, in fear that he might be slaughtered.
>and rightfully so, motherfucker keeps chewing your shoes and pissing all over your PS4, and calling you 'beanie bitch'
>you'll kill him when you get the chance, but not today
>so, Aryan's here to help Purple, and indirectly to help Yellow,
>you took a little of planing ahead for this situation, you fed him a sleeping pill without him having noticed his bowl and now there hasn't been much work now that the little fucker crashed on the grownd
"Sooo... Netflix or what?"
>"Darling, whatever you're trying, it's clearly not working"
"What? I just asked if it was fine with you"
>"well, of course, I hope you're not taking that stupid 'Netflix and chill' joke seriously, Norman"
"Oh, why, I would never! I mean, pfff..What makes you think I'd set something as stupid as to spend an evening? I'm just thinking of a way for the both of us to kill time while Purple gets back..."
>"Uugh... I suppose it could be worse..."
>you can barely digest the fact that she has agreed to Netflix and Chill with you
>well, it's actually just Netflix
>"Sigh...just don't play any of those hideous slashers, please"
"oh, don't worry, there won't be horror flicks in this house tonight!"
>and so, your first thought is the new Mad Max subtitled Road Fury
>you've heard amazing things about this one and you know you'll enjoy it
>and so the film ends, and your expectations were blown out of the water
"Damn, that was beautiful and awesome in so many levels. Don't you think so Ar-Rarity?"
>"yawn- It was fine, darling..."
>She's was clearly not too stoked on it
>you browse through the catalog still, looking for something she can enjoy
"well, how about you pick the next one?"
>"sigh, well if you so desire..."
>you had to endure that cheesy fucking excuse for a flick that was the Notebook
>"Pardon me, Darling -sniff- it's just that I have quite the soft spot for this exquisite blend of Romance and Drama"
>maybe puting Spike to sleep wasn't that great of an idea.
"Yeah, it was realy sweet"
>you're not even trying to sound exited now
>not even trying to impress her anymore, you just look at the suggestions and randomly select 'Drive' because it starred the same dude as the last one
>you just hope for the best and hope that it's an actual fun movie
>"hmmph..."
>she's probably not gonna like it but who cares anymore, anything is better than complete and awkward silence
>The movie begins and everything seems to be starting off good
>you don't care much for what Aryan is even trying to express through her face anymore
>the rhythm, the setting and the ambiance and aesthetics are adding up pretty well, and you're already loving it
>then it slows down
>literally just following the dude walking through a supper market
>what the fuck is happening, where is all the action! the speed, the chases the action? and what the fuck is going on with this guy and chick flicks?
>half the movie goes on with the same stupid plot
>Broken car
>single mom yadidada
>Drive for the movies
>Real human being, blablabla
>dead beat husband
>this shit is driving you insane through sheer boredom
>you Turn to look at Aryan and see she's paying full attention to the screen
>at least someone's enjoying it
>and then, boom!
>all of a sudden it's back to some real action
>Fuck yeah!
>Deadbeat husband dead
>an actual car chase
>a motherfucking slow mo gunfight, and chick flick dude actually kicked the thug's asses unarmed!
>"oh dear..."
"aw snap! he's here to kill them..."
>"SHH!!"
>this is fucking intense
>and then all of a sudden, Aryan is much closer to you than you remember
>she's grappling your left arm like she's holding on to dear life
>"What is he going to do now?"
>Kiss seen out of the blue and her grip suddenly loosens and her right hand casually finds your left
>you feel damn glad you selected this shit
>actual segue from romance to action in literally ten seconds
>"KyaaAAH!!"
>she yells into the back of you arm where she buried her face due to the shock, and her grip resumes constriction with even greater force
>she twitches with each stomping sound and violent blow
"did he just stomp that dude's face after kissing her?"
>"I...I think so."
>Movie begins to its final scenes and you don't know what the fuck is going on now
>in real life of course, this movie is rad a fuck
>Aryan begins to sob on your shoulder
>"sniff-how could he?! he should have taken her -ghu- with him!"
"yeah, the least he could have done was to do something with the money..."
>"seriously? He was clearly trying to keep her off the mafia's reach! That's why he left the guy and the money on the ground!"
"what the- Purple! what the fuck are you doing here?"
>"Yeah, what are we doing here, Twili? we said we were going to Norman's room!"
>"Flash!? what are YOU doing here!?
>"Hell, what am I doing here? I was told we were going to have a sleep over"
>"Scott?"
"Green?"
>you and Aryan inquire in unison
>"Man, this is shit, but god damn pleb, you should have told me we were watching Drive before hand so I could have gotten the LSD"
>"Sleep over? Norman, you sent me a text that stated an emergency!"
>Aryan abruptly disengages from your left limb wiping her face as best she could
>"How long have all of you been here?"
>"about half an hour ago"
"For fuck's sake, you too pink?"
>"you said, we we're having a slumber party. You know my policy on parties"
"I didn't say any of those things, are you all out of your minds?"
>"Hey, Rares, are you actually crying because of an overrated pseudo-noir film? I mean, it deserved the palms, but shit, not your fucking tears! you really are a cry baby"
>"Ooh, you pretentiously obscene lout!!"
>"I brought cake!"
>"so is it an orgy, or just a regular party?"
>you reach for your phone inside your pocket, but its not there
>perhaps you left it in the kitchen
>you need a glass of water anyway
>to your surprise, the purple fuck is eating grapes and watching some random shit about how to prevent crushes from falling for other guys on your phone
>he knew your fucking password all this time?
>"hmmm so that's what I'v been-aw crap, hehe. Norman! How you doing?"
"You little shit, I'm gonna murder you"
>"I totally brought condoms, I swear!"