Post by Victoria Heart on Nov 13, 2017 22:39:26 GMT -5
It wasn't often that her entertainment of choice was going to the movies, least of all by herself, but even Victoria Heart required the occasional moments of solitude, to just lean back and get swept up in some images of a great storytelling tradition. Besides, the fact that this theatre always seemed to have something unexpected playing was a weird thrill, the kind of gamble that didn't have to cost her more than a few tens, and how often could you say that about any sort of gamble? Well...apart from the lottery, but that shit was addictive enough that it would definitely add up to more than you bargained for.
Unfortunately, this gamble would prove to be more precarious than she originally thought, due to a number of factors she hadn't considered.
Firstly, she had taken advantage of the fact the place sold booze. Now, she had a fairly high tolerance, but there was a reason she hardly ever binge drank; she liked maintaining some control over her faculties. Unfortunately she hadn't considered that usually when she drank, she was also dancing, and had more in her system than a small bag of popcorn (seriously, popcorn was NOT good enough to justify any size bigger than that when alone, she wasn't sorry to say that). So perhaps she wound up being a little tipsier by the end of the movie than she should've been.
Secondly, the film itself was Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. This did not strike her as a problem when she first settled down and recognized the colorful space characters. She had thought, Oh I don't think I've watched this since I was a kid, wouldn't Aunt Della be ashamed?, and settled herself for what she was fairly certain was just some goofy space opera shenanigans.
And well...yes they were.
But a couple of moments played staccato notes on her heartstrings, each one harder than the other. The first couple of moments, like Peter running into his absent father who still showed him quite a lot of affection, those she could shake off, because, well, wasn't that a typical trope in film anyway? Why would that bother her anyway? Let's have another drink, you're being silly.
It was only when Peter was telling Ego off for leaving his mother, "the most wonderful woman in the world" that she started to shift uncomfortably in her seat. But then epic battle involving him becoming a Pac Man and "I'm Mary Poppins y'all!" It was fine, it was fine...
Although then "Mary Poppins" had his little speech to Peter. "He may have been your father, boy, but he wasn't your daddy...I'm sorry I didn't do none of it right. I'm damn lucky you're my boy."
Okay, that...no comment. None whatsoever. Why would that strike her so hard, it was just the booze talking, not a deep seated sense that the only reason her father ever paid her any attention was because he really loved her mother, because obviously she didn't need him, she had trained herself not to, and it wasn't like she didn't have a lovely family, with more than enough parental figures, she had her mum, and Della, and Milo, and Uncle Apollo, and you could even argue Panic, and...
...and most of them were one day going to die, most likely right before her very eyes...much like Peter was watching Yondu do so right now...
...well, okay, she...she knew that. She'd be stupid not to know that and act like this movie was giving her brand new information. Her lip was most definitely not quivering and she was most definitely not starting to worry about her mascara.
It was only during Peter's eulogy that tears started falling down her face, but she managed to not start sobbing like her throat was begging her to.
By the time the fireworks rolled out, she was too.
When she walked out of the theatre, her eyes were wide and shiny with what tears she managed to hold back, though they were definitely turning pink, and all she could really manage to do was mutter, "Fuck you, James Gunn," before she rather violently tried to wipe said eyes, hoping no one she knew would notice this, gods forbid Nancy or Clarence caught this, they would flip. And she had a reputation to think of, honestly! How ridiculous did she look right now?
Unfortunately, this gamble would prove to be more precarious than she originally thought, due to a number of factors she hadn't considered.
Firstly, she had taken advantage of the fact the place sold booze. Now, she had a fairly high tolerance, but there was a reason she hardly ever binge drank; she liked maintaining some control over her faculties. Unfortunately she hadn't considered that usually when she drank, she was also dancing, and had more in her system than a small bag of popcorn (seriously, popcorn was NOT good enough to justify any size bigger than that when alone, she wasn't sorry to say that). So perhaps she wound up being a little tipsier by the end of the movie than she should've been.
Secondly, the film itself was Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. This did not strike her as a problem when she first settled down and recognized the colorful space characters. She had thought, Oh I don't think I've watched this since I was a kid, wouldn't Aunt Della be ashamed?, and settled herself for what she was fairly certain was just some goofy space opera shenanigans.
And well...yes they were.
But a couple of moments played staccato notes on her heartstrings, each one harder than the other. The first couple of moments, like Peter running into his absent father who still showed him quite a lot of affection, those she could shake off, because, well, wasn't that a typical trope in film anyway? Why would that bother her anyway? Let's have another drink, you're being silly.
It was only when Peter was telling Ego off for leaving his mother, "the most wonderful woman in the world" that she started to shift uncomfortably in her seat. But then epic battle involving him becoming a Pac Man and "I'm Mary Poppins y'all!" It was fine, it was fine...
Although then "Mary Poppins" had his little speech to Peter. "He may have been your father, boy, but he wasn't your daddy...I'm sorry I didn't do none of it right. I'm damn lucky you're my boy."
Okay, that...no comment. None whatsoever. Why would that strike her so hard, it was just the booze talking, not a deep seated sense that the only reason her father ever paid her any attention was because he really loved her mother, because obviously she didn't need him, she had trained herself not to, and it wasn't like she didn't have a lovely family, with more than enough parental figures, she had her mum, and Della, and Milo, and Uncle Apollo, and you could even argue Panic, and...
...and most of them were one day going to die, most likely right before her very eyes...much like Peter was watching Yondu do so right now...
...well, okay, she...she knew that. She'd be stupid not to know that and act like this movie was giving her brand new information. Her lip was most definitely not quivering and she was most definitely not starting to worry about her mascara.
It was only during Peter's eulogy that tears started falling down her face, but she managed to not start sobbing like her throat was begging her to.
By the time the fireworks rolled out, she was too.
When she walked out of the theatre, her eyes were wide and shiny with what tears she managed to hold back, though they were definitely turning pink, and all she could really manage to do was mutter, "Fuck you, James Gunn," before she rather violently tried to wipe said eyes, hoping no one she knew would notice this, gods forbid Nancy or Clarence caught this, they would flip. And she had a reputation to think of, honestly! How ridiculous did she look right now?
