Sunday Matinee (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Sunday Matinee (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Going to the cinema
Warnings: Item girls.
Notes: Been a bit fallow on the writing front, so decided to do something quick and silly
“Can you see, Boon?”
“Uh-huh!”
But Elias was not looking at the movie screen, which, from his seat in the front row, loomed large over him, now obscured as it was by great ruffled curtains. Instead he was twisted around backwards in his seat, gazing up wide-eyed at the raked rows of audience members bustling across somewhat sticky floors into slightly worn red-upholstered chairs. Most but by no means all of the audience, Charles noticed, was East Asian, and you could hear a small Tower of Babble of regional dialects. He picked up some Hindi, Urdu, what he thought was Telugu, and maybe a splash of Tamil.
“Where is GANESH DUDE?”
“He went to get popcorn, Nathan,” said Charles, twisting back around to look at the long-haired singer sulking next to him.
“So is this an INDIAN MOVIE?” asked Nathan. “But this is AMERICA.”
“Yeah, but there’s a couple tech companies in the neighborhood, so there’s a lot of immigrants here,” Charles told him.
“So. Is it gonna be in INDIAN?”
“It will be in Hindi, Nathan, which is an Indian dialect. But there will be subtitles, so you can follow along.”
“You have to READ? That sounds like WORK,” grumbled the lead singer, who looked a bit too big for his chair.
“Usually, I’ve found, these aren’t too hard to follow,” said Charles.
“I don’t see what’s better about this than watching at the ‘Haus,” Nathan complained as a family of what seemed like 16 or 20, all clutching cardboard cones spilling popcorn, drifted by looking for seats.
“Well, Ganesh thinks it’s an important part of Boon’s education to experience things with people,” Charles explained.
“Id da sperience!” attested Elias.
“And might I also point out that you could have stayed at the ‘Haus tonight – you didn’t have to come out with us,” said Charles.
“Eh,” said Nathan, wriggling in his seat. “I was getting sick of staring at the walls, and the other guys were being douches. And besides, I figured if you guys came to the movies with BOON you probably won’t spend too much time making out or anything….”
“Uh,” said Charles.
“Would you like some popcorn, Nathan,” asked Ganesh, courteously offering the singer a cardboard carton full of the buttery confection.
“Popcorn. Hey yeah,” said Nathan. “Thanks, Ganesh dude.”
“And would you like some samosas?” Ganesh offered, holding out some fried treats.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” said Nathan, grabbing a carton. “Than’s,” he said, as his mouth was already full.
“’Mosas, Baap!” piped up Elias, whom the smell of tasty food had finally made face front.
“Hey, these Indian films are kind of awesome. I just wish we had some beer!” Nathan continued in a very Nathan-y whisper.
“Hold out your cup,” whispered Charles, flashing his Facebones flask from his jacket pocket. Looking like a naughty little boy, Nathan crinkled the flimsy plastic lid on is Coke cup and leaned it towards Charles for a splash of Scotch.
The lights lowered.
“Oh, I hope we shall see some exciting previews!” whispered Ganesh, who was breaking off small Elias-sized pieces of samosa for his son.
Nathan crunched and sipped through the first preview, which was exciting scenes of men shooting guns from moving cars interspersed by a colorful dance, all set to catchy music. During the second preview, which showed a colorful dance followed by men in moving cars shooting guns set to catchy music, Nathan leaned over to Charles and whispered, “Uh, isn’t this the SAME PREVIEW.”
“Uh, no, Nathan. The first one was for The Eternal Heart. And this one is for My Heart is Forever.”
“OK,” said Nathan, leaning back. “And, uh, what’s THIS ONE?” he asked during the next preview.
“Uh, I don’t know Tamil. Ganesh?” said Charles.
“This is Forever in My Eternal Heart.”
The lights dimmed another notch, and the curtains parted all the way. Suddenly, the screen was ablaze with tough-looking customers in speeding cars shooting at each other. All at once another man roared up on a motorcycle and sent it crashing into the cars. It ended in a fiery explosion.
“Cool!” said Nathan, as the audience roared in appreciation. “Wait, what’s this shit?”
The action had suddenly changed to a college campus, where a handsome young man (who nevertheless looked a good decade or so too old for college) led several dozen of his peers in a cheerful dance set to some catchy music.
“Why are they DANCING? What the fuck?” asked Nathan.
“Well, that’s the young hero, and this is his introduction,” said Charles. Elias had started imitating the dance from his seat. Ganesh picked him up and swung him into the aisle, where they joined several other members of the audience in dancing along.
“Boy, they get into their movies,” said Nathan.
The song ended, and as people returned to their seats, the young hero spotted the young heroine. He soon rescued her from some attackers with some cool kung fu moves and a tire iron.
“Hey, I thought that guy was, you know, kinda gay, but he’s pretty badass,” Nathan told Charles.
“Uh-huh,” said Charles, slurping his spiked Coke. “That’s Kapoor Mukherjee, and he is the biggest star in Bollywood.”
“Kapoor Mukherjee, huh? But, uh, shouldn’t he have graduated college like, ten years ago?”
“Maybe he didn’t pass. Because he spends too much time beating guys with a tire iron?” proposed Charles.
“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Hey, whoa, what is this?”
The scene had no switched for no particular reason to a lot of comely ladies, all wearing skimpy costumes and writing to another catchy song.
“This,” said Charles, who was quite proud of his cultural knowledge, “is an item number.”
“What does it have to do with anything?” asked Nathan.
“It has nothing to do with anything. It is, rather, attractive women dancing around in revealing costumes.”
“What, really? Look at the…” Nathan cast a glance over to Elias, who was happily dancing in the aisle once again. “T-I-T-T-Z!” he whispered.
“Uh-huh,” said Charles, who was indeed momentarily mesmerized by one lady in particular. He finally came to his senses, “That's Twinkie Bachchan. She's an item girl.”
“What's an item girl?”
“That's and item girl.”
“Ohhhh,” said Nathan.
Things continued apace with more plot, which always seemed to cause wardrobe malfunctions for the unfortunate not-so-young hero.
“Boy, that’s about the fifth time this guy has torn his shirt!” observed Nathan.
“I know,” sighed Ganesh, as Charles poked him.
And then the two young leads were dancing together in a field.
“Boring,” sulked Nathan, leaning over for another splash from Charles’ flask.
“Trust me. Wait,” Charles advised him, over spilling the Coke cup slightly with Scotch.
“Hey, why is it RAINING?” asked Nathan.
“Wait,” said Charles.
“Whoa, Charles, look, her sari thing! It’s WET! You can see … everything.”
“Yup,” grinned Charles.
“But how did the hero dude lose his shirt again?” asked Nathan.
“I know,” sighed Ganesh, as Charles threw popcorn at him.
Two hours, the remainder of the flask, five aisle dances, lots of spilled popcorn, and another round of samosas later, the ending credits finally traced down the screen, and the ruffled curtains at last went down to great applause and cheering, and a bit more thrown popcorn.
“Looks like this one had a good time,” whispered Ganesh, scooping up the snoozing Elias.
“Hey, Nathan,” said Charles, elbowing the sleeping singer. “I’m not gonna carry you,” he averred, swaying slightly as he rose.
“Oh. Is it over? Shit,” said Nathan, struggling to his feet. “Hey, can we do this again next week?”
“I thought you didn’t wanna read subtitles,” Charles asked him as they both weaved unsteadily after Ganesh and Elias and the milling crowd towards the exits.
“Oh, you don’t really need the subtitles,” said Nathan. “I wanna see another one with that Kapoor Muckety-Muck dude,”
“I will give him your salutations, next I encounter him,” said Ganesh over his shoulder.
“Wait, you know that dude?” asked Nathan.
“Distant relative. And he was on my cricket team,” laughed Ganesh.
“It’s not really a sport,” Charles whispered to Nathan.
“Oh yes it is!” protested Ganesh, even though his back was turned. “That was back in the 1920s of course. When things were simpler.”
“Hindu deity,” Charles told Nathan.
“Minor,” sniffed Ganesh.
“Ohhhhhh,” said Nathan. “Then dude really is too old for college.”
“By a century or two, but we never let little things like that stand in the way of our enjoyment,” explained Ganesh.
“Huh,” said Nathan “Hey, Charles, you think Ganesh could introduce us to, you know, that chick in that song? The one with the, you know.”
“Oh, he has a little crush on Twinkie Bachchan, the item girl?” asked Ganesh. “You know she has two sisters, Pinkie Bachchan and Binky Bachchan?”
“SISTERS?” said Charles as Ganesh and Elias disappeared through the exit door.
“Work on your rehearsals, maybe I’ll put in a good word for you,” said Charles, also disappearing through the exit.
“Indian movies FUCKING ROCK,” said Nathan, now disappearing as well.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Going to the cinema
Warnings: Item girls.
Notes: Been a bit fallow on the writing front, so decided to do something quick and silly
“Can you see, Boon?”
“Uh-huh!”
But Elias was not looking at the movie screen, which, from his seat in the front row, loomed large over him, now obscured as it was by great ruffled curtains. Instead he was twisted around backwards in his seat, gazing up wide-eyed at the raked rows of audience members bustling across somewhat sticky floors into slightly worn red-upholstered chairs. Most but by no means all of the audience, Charles noticed, was East Asian, and you could hear a small Tower of Babble of regional dialects. He picked up some Hindi, Urdu, what he thought was Telugu, and maybe a splash of Tamil.
“Where is GANESH DUDE?”
“He went to get popcorn, Nathan,” said Charles, twisting back around to look at the long-haired singer sulking next to him.
“So is this an INDIAN MOVIE?” asked Nathan. “But this is AMERICA.”
“Yeah, but there’s a couple tech companies in the neighborhood, so there’s a lot of immigrants here,” Charles told him.
“So. Is it gonna be in INDIAN?”
“It will be in Hindi, Nathan, which is an Indian dialect. But there will be subtitles, so you can follow along.”
“You have to READ? That sounds like WORK,” grumbled the lead singer, who looked a bit too big for his chair.
“Usually, I’ve found, these aren’t too hard to follow,” said Charles.
“I don’t see what’s better about this than watching at the ‘Haus,” Nathan complained as a family of what seemed like 16 or 20, all clutching cardboard cones spilling popcorn, drifted by looking for seats.
“Well, Ganesh thinks it’s an important part of Boon’s education to experience things with people,” Charles explained.
“Id da sperience!” attested Elias.
“And might I also point out that you could have stayed at the ‘Haus tonight – you didn’t have to come out with us,” said Charles.
“Eh,” said Nathan, wriggling in his seat. “I was getting sick of staring at the walls, and the other guys were being douches. And besides, I figured if you guys came to the movies with BOON you probably won’t spend too much time making out or anything….”
“Uh,” said Charles.
“Would you like some popcorn, Nathan,” asked Ganesh, courteously offering the singer a cardboard carton full of the buttery confection.
“Popcorn. Hey yeah,” said Nathan. “Thanks, Ganesh dude.”
“And would you like some samosas?” Ganesh offered, holding out some fried treats.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” said Nathan, grabbing a carton. “Than’s,” he said, as his mouth was already full.
“’Mosas, Baap!” piped up Elias, whom the smell of tasty food had finally made face front.
“Hey, these Indian films are kind of awesome. I just wish we had some beer!” Nathan continued in a very Nathan-y whisper.
“Hold out your cup,” whispered Charles, flashing his Facebones flask from his jacket pocket. Looking like a naughty little boy, Nathan crinkled the flimsy plastic lid on is Coke cup and leaned it towards Charles for a splash of Scotch.
The lights lowered.
“Oh, I hope we shall see some exciting previews!” whispered Ganesh, who was breaking off small Elias-sized pieces of samosa for his son.
Nathan crunched and sipped through the first preview, which was exciting scenes of men shooting guns from moving cars interspersed by a colorful dance, all set to catchy music. During the second preview, which showed a colorful dance followed by men in moving cars shooting guns set to catchy music, Nathan leaned over to Charles and whispered, “Uh, isn’t this the SAME PREVIEW.”
“Uh, no, Nathan. The first one was for The Eternal Heart. And this one is for My Heart is Forever.”
“OK,” said Nathan, leaning back. “And, uh, what’s THIS ONE?” he asked during the next preview.
“Uh, I don’t know Tamil. Ganesh?” said Charles.
“This is Forever in My Eternal Heart.”
The lights dimmed another notch, and the curtains parted all the way. Suddenly, the screen was ablaze with tough-looking customers in speeding cars shooting at each other. All at once another man roared up on a motorcycle and sent it crashing into the cars. It ended in a fiery explosion.
“Cool!” said Nathan, as the audience roared in appreciation. “Wait, what’s this shit?”
The action had suddenly changed to a college campus, where a handsome young man (who nevertheless looked a good decade or so too old for college) led several dozen of his peers in a cheerful dance set to some catchy music.
“Why are they DANCING? What the fuck?” asked Nathan.
“Well, that’s the young hero, and this is his introduction,” said Charles. Elias had started imitating the dance from his seat. Ganesh picked him up and swung him into the aisle, where they joined several other members of the audience in dancing along.
“Boy, they get into their movies,” said Nathan.
The song ended, and as people returned to their seats, the young hero spotted the young heroine. He soon rescued her from some attackers with some cool kung fu moves and a tire iron.
“Hey, I thought that guy was, you know, kinda gay, but he’s pretty badass,” Nathan told Charles.
“Uh-huh,” said Charles, slurping his spiked Coke. “That’s Kapoor Mukherjee, and he is the biggest star in Bollywood.”
“Kapoor Mukherjee, huh? But, uh, shouldn’t he have graduated college like, ten years ago?”
“Maybe he didn’t pass. Because he spends too much time beating guys with a tire iron?” proposed Charles.
“Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Hey, whoa, what is this?”
The scene had no switched for no particular reason to a lot of comely ladies, all wearing skimpy costumes and writing to another catchy song.
“This,” said Charles, who was quite proud of his cultural knowledge, “is an item number.”
“What does it have to do with anything?” asked Nathan.
“It has nothing to do with anything. It is, rather, attractive women dancing around in revealing costumes.”
“What, really? Look at the…” Nathan cast a glance over to Elias, who was happily dancing in the aisle once again. “T-I-T-T-Z!” he whispered.
“Uh-huh,” said Charles, who was indeed momentarily mesmerized by one lady in particular. He finally came to his senses, “That's Twinkie Bachchan. She's an item girl.”
“What's an item girl?”
“That's and item girl.”
“Ohhhh,” said Nathan.
Things continued apace with more plot, which always seemed to cause wardrobe malfunctions for the unfortunate not-so-young hero.
“Boy, that’s about the fifth time this guy has torn his shirt!” observed Nathan.
“I know,” sighed Ganesh, as Charles poked him.
And then the two young leads were dancing together in a field.
“Boring,” sulked Nathan, leaning over for another splash from Charles’ flask.
“Trust me. Wait,” Charles advised him, over spilling the Coke cup slightly with Scotch.
“Hey, why is it RAINING?” asked Nathan.
“Wait,” said Charles.
“Whoa, Charles, look, her sari thing! It’s WET! You can see … everything.”
“Yup,” grinned Charles.
“But how did the hero dude lose his shirt again?” asked Nathan.
“I know,” sighed Ganesh, as Charles threw popcorn at him.
Two hours, the remainder of the flask, five aisle dances, lots of spilled popcorn, and another round of samosas later, the ending credits finally traced down the screen, and the ruffled curtains at last went down to great applause and cheering, and a bit more thrown popcorn.
“Looks like this one had a good time,” whispered Ganesh, scooping up the snoozing Elias.
“Hey, Nathan,” said Charles, elbowing the sleeping singer. “I’m not gonna carry you,” he averred, swaying slightly as he rose.
“Oh. Is it over? Shit,” said Nathan, struggling to his feet. “Hey, can we do this again next week?”
“I thought you didn’t wanna read subtitles,” Charles asked him as they both weaved unsteadily after Ganesh and Elias and the milling crowd towards the exits.
“Oh, you don’t really need the subtitles,” said Nathan. “I wanna see another one with that Kapoor Muckety-Muck dude,”
“I will give him your salutations, next I encounter him,” said Ganesh over his shoulder.
“Wait, you know that dude?” asked Nathan.
“Distant relative. And he was on my cricket team,” laughed Ganesh.
“It’s not really a sport,” Charles whispered to Nathan.
“Oh yes it is!” protested Ganesh, even though his back was turned. “That was back in the 1920s of course. When things were simpler.”
“Hindu deity,” Charles told Nathan.
“Minor,” sniffed Ganesh.
“Ohhhhhh,” said Nathan. “Then dude really is too old for college.”
“By a century or two, but we never let little things like that stand in the way of our enjoyment,” explained Ganesh.
“Huh,” said Nathan “Hey, Charles, you think Ganesh could introduce us to, you know, that chick in that song? The one with the, you know.”
“Oh, he has a little crush on Twinkie Bachchan, the item girl?” asked Ganesh. “You know she has two sisters, Pinkie Bachchan and Binky Bachchan?”
“SISTERS?” said Charles as Ganesh and Elias disappeared through the exit door.
“Work on your rehearsals, maybe I’ll put in a good word for you,” said Charles, also disappearing through the exit.
“Indian movies FUCKING ROCK,” said Nathan, now disappearing as well.
