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The Perk, Thursday Morning

Weeks after the last island-disrupting crisis, April was beginning to get a little bored. Which was fine, because she was used to bored. She came from Pawnee, after all. But it meant a few things. It meant a lot more watching terrible, gory movies, it meant a lot more venturing outside her apartment, and it meant a lot more experimenting with customized coffee drinks.

"Yeah, and put some whipped cream on it," she told the exasperated barista. "Good. Now let me try it."

The guy handed it over and the whole world fell silent as April took a sip of the drink she'd been customizing for the past half hour. She tilted her head in thought. The barista looked hopeful. At last, she spoke.

"It's okay," April decreed. And with that, she paid the guy, found a table, and began watching a horror movie on her laptop without using headphones. Whatever, the barista wasn't going to call her on it.

[[so open! like I'm going to do anything else today while I have a defective foot.]]

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Classy, April. You keep that up.

Atton pulled a face as he shoved his way into the store, only to find himself regaled with a burst of noise. "Didn't know we were broadcasting vids in here these days," he called. "That's gonna save me some credits some day."

"See," April called to the annoyed barista. "I'm doing a public service."

...Something like that.

"Ever seen this one?" she asked Atton, tilting the screen so that he could see. "Some crappy babysitter left the house to go buy beer and now she's being chased by zombies. Moron."

"I've been here for-- what, six weeks?" Atton asked, because he could never let anything go without complaining about it. "I haven't exactly had time to catch up on the latest in 'people acting like fools'."

He was going to peer over her shoulder anyway.

"Sucks for you, this is awesome," April informed him, as zombies descended on the cashier who'd sold the babysitter the beer. It was extremely gory.

April looked... about as cheerful as she ever got.

Atton observed for a few moments, then gestured towards the barista. "Hey, can I have some of that... strawberry cheese-something stuff? I've suddenly got this craving."

"Cheesecake," April supplied helpfully. "It does sort of vaguely resemble guts. With all the dripping."

April, really.

"They really don't have these movies where you're from?"

"We don't have Earth where I come from," Atton pointed out sensibly. "But plenty of vids featuring people being relentlessly stupid? Sure."

April gave an approving nod. "Good to know those are universal."

Seriously, what would people do without movies where you could point and laugh at the idiots on the screen? April sure didn't know.

"...Though now I'm wondering which would be easier to give up, these movies or cheesecake."

Atton shrugged, yanking a chair his way with his foot before dropping his ass into it. "In my experience, you can give up just about anything with ease if you have to," he said. "So what's this about?"

April shrugged. "Zombie outbreak. Lots of dumb teenagers being dumb." Then a horrible thought occured to her. "You... do know about zombies, right?"

ATTON, IF YOU DIDN'T, SHE WAS GOING TO HAVE TO INSIST THAT YOU STUDY UP. FYI.

"I've heard of them," Atton assured her. "Nasty."

Of course, they were a little more real in his galaxy than hers, but eh.

"Good." She nodded. "They're like a whole genre here. Zombies show up, people are idiots, they get zombied too, everyone dies. Pretty fun stuff."

"Sounds just like the kind of uplifting family entertainment I was hoping for today," Atton said.

The barista dropped a chunk of bloody-looking strawberry cheesecake in front of him. "Hey, thanks."

"Oh, nice," April said, taking a look at how bloody-looking the cheesecake had turned out. She turned to the barista. "I want one of those. No, wait. Cherry."

"We don't have--"

"JGoB is right across the street," she told him sweetly. Well, a few streets away, but still.

Annoyed, the barista stalked off. To JGoB. April was pleased.

"Oh, hey, check it out," she said, pointing at the screen as if she hadn't just tormented that poor coffee guy. "That one's actually eating the brains."

"I can't believe you actually got her to do that," Atton said, with vague admiration in his voice. "Most shopkeepers I've known, they'd have thrown you out onto the street."

As he turned his attention back to the screen, he took a happy bite of his cheesecake.

"Oh, it's all in the deathglare," April said. "See, watch."

And now that deathglare was being turned on him, cranked up to a hundred. It was... seriously intimidating.

Sure, it was. Problem was, Atton had spent more than a year in the presence of a whole lot of Sith.

"Okay," he said, "That just makes you look like your eyes are about to pop out."

Well. That was not the result she usually got.

"Think you can do better?" she countered.

She should've seen him a year ago.

"No," Atton said, "But then I kind of like my face the way it is."

"Suit yourself," April said. "That deathglare's got a lot of important uses."

And right on cue, in came her cherry cheesecake. Which looked much bloodier than Atton's, thank you very much.

Or maybe that was just her skewed perspective. Shh.

"Hey, I never said it didn't," Atton said. "Just that it messes with your face."

There was sort of a compliment in there? Maybe?

He was certainly not eyeing her cheesecake with any envy, anyway. Sorry, April.

"Uh," April said, in a rare moment of being slightly caught off-guard. "Thanks?"

"You're welcome," Atton said, throwing in a friendly leer just for the sake of effect.

Stop hitting on people you were pretending to be younger than, Atton.

April raised an eyebrow. "Movie," she said, and pointed at the screen.

Sorry, Atton. Thinking you were seventeen was sort of a turnoff.

Sigh. He hadn't gotten laid since he got here, April, and he wasn't about to, what with everyone else being half a decade younger than him.

"You take the fun out of everything," Atton told her, eyeballing the screen. "Yes. Split up. That's going to end well."

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"Nah, being in high school does," April said absently. "Ooh. How much do you want to bet he kills her with that branch she just threw?"

"Fifty credits says she trips and falls first," Atton decided.

"And what's that in Earth money?" April checked, because she wasn't about to just assume that he wouldn't scam her.

What, he was smart. She liked him. Expecting him to be devious was practically a compliment.

"Nothing you can't afford," Atton said idly. "It's just a friendly wager."

"Deal," April decided.

And no sooner had she said it than did the screaming girl on the screen trip and fall into a pile of leaves, allowing her zombie pursuer to catch up to her.

"...Fuck."

"Ha!"

Atton kicked back (though not before indulging himself in a quick fist-pump), snickering for a second. "Nice to know some things are universal."

"Yeah, yeah," April grumbled. "He's still gonna kill her with the stick, though."

"Sure, but you didn't tell me how much you wanted to bet on that one," Atton said, "And I didn't take the bet."

April rolled her eyes. Mainly because that was her way of whining. You should look into that as a strategy, Atton.

"Any chance the fifty credits can be redeemed in a ticket to another one of these movies?" Beat. "Snacks too."

Snacks from a store, mind. Not overpriced movie theater snacks. That would just be above and beyond.

"I knew you couldn't get enough of me," Atton said, smirking a little. "Can't say no to that."

And that would be a finger jabbed in his direction. "Quit that."

Sorry, Atton.

"Now shut up, I think the zombie's about to kill her idiot boyfriend."

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