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Katrina had arrived at the theater an hour ago. Twenty minutes prior to receiving the text she had purchased their movie tickets before getting in line for snacks. When her phone buzzed in her pocket she drew it out, sending a quick text back to her bestie.

[ Text to Miss Priss: Inside with your ticket & snacks. Birthday movie's on me. ]

What she hadn't told Prissy yet was that she'd had a moment that morning in which she'd decided to take the 'New Year, New You' thing a bit further than she had initially anticipated. Katrina had initially gone to the salon just to get her ends trimmed off and her color touched up and, somehow, it had turned into a full haircut, style and color. It would either be a pleasant surprise for the pinkette or it would give her something to fuss about-- She was pretty sure that Prissy still enjoyed fussing over things, at least.

"Didn't want to give you a chance to tell me it was a bad idea before you got to see the color in person." Katrina flashed her friend a broad grin, spring green eyes gleaming. She nudged Prissy's elbow lightly with her own before holding out the box of chocolate covered gummy bears.

"Glad you approve, though. Happy birthday, Priss." Once her friend had taken the candy she pulled the tickets out of her pocket, shuffling them into the hand with the bag of popcorn so that she could then scoop up the drink carrier. Once they were settled they could make their way to their theater.

"You're sure you want to see this movie? I know I've already got the tickets and all, so I'm definitely committed to it if you are absolutely sure that you want to see it." She'd heard things; mostly awful things, about the series that the film was a part of. Associating Prissy with something so trashy just seemed so incredibly out of place...

Katrina stared at Prissy for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not they were actually talking about the same movie. Nothing about what she'd read in any reviews of the book or the first film made 50 Shades seem romantic, but...

It was Prissy's birthday and she'd conned the pinkette into going to see Deadpool with her last year, so it was only fair that she followed suit to step into line with everyone else who seemed confused as to why they were there alongside twittering girlfriends. They waited until the theater had been cleaned from its previous viewing before following the line in to find seats. Katrina let her friend lead the way while she balanced the oversized popcorn and her drink, knowing that Priss would find the perfect seats for optimal viewing-- No sitting behind anyone who was too tall, no one who seemed like they might chat the whole way through, and dead center in the middle of a row so they'd have the best view of the screen.

Of course, the 'perfect seats' would also make it almost perfectly impossible to leave if Prissy decided that the movie wasn't her. Oh well, at least she had popcorn. Plus the theater had upgraded their soda machines to the ones that let you mix a myriad of flavored syrups so she had a vanilla coke with a hint of raspberry to sip at while waiting for disaster to strike.

"I thought I was going in for a trim-- Get some dead ends taken off, you know?" Katrina tossed a few kernels of popcorn into her mouth as she settled into a seat, chewing on them thoughtfully for a moment. "If I'd known going in there that I was going to walk out with a major change you know I would have brought you in for a consultation." Her words were accompanied by a meaningful look before she popped another piece of popcorn past her lips.

Things like major shifts in style or extreme haircuts were stuff you were supposed to consult best friends about anyways. You were supposed to lie on beds while flipping through fashion magazines with photos of famous celebrities on the front cover. It was how bad decisions and fashion faux paus were avoided.

Fortunately, her hair had turned out fantastic and Prissy hadn't said anything terrible about it either...

"We're still on for the 'treat yourself' mani/pedi combo next week, though, right? The weather's evened out enough that a few races have been posted on the boards and I should have a little extra spending money. It can still be my treat-- Belated birthday pampering and all."

"Mm... Matte black, maybe, with gloss tips? Possibly a big, bright pink heart right here." Katrina tapped the nail on her middle finger as opposed to the ring finger that trend had seen numerous people paint completely different from the rest of their nails for some odd reason. It wasn't like she had any reason to show off that particular finger. She wasn't wearing a ring and didn't care who was interested in whether she was or wasn't.

Thank god it hadn't come to that between she and what's his name. It would have made things even harder to bounce back from then they already had been...

"Color change could be interesting. There's ones that change with temperature and some that change with sunlight-- Did you know they even have colors now that pop under a black light while looking completely normal when you're out somewhere boring?" Next time a big dance party came through she was going to make sure that she could get two tickets and drag Prissy along too, just to say she did.

They chatted a bit more about little things, girly things, while waiting for the previews to start. As the lights went down she leaned back in her seat, finally propping her own feet up comfortably to nibble on popcorn as the movie started.

At one point Katrina had glanced up at the screen while also, unfortunately, taking a sip from her drink. She sputtered at what was on the scene and then promptly began choking.

"Shhhh."

Someone in the row behind her piped up as she continued to cough, lowering her feet from the rail and setting down her soda cup. Beside her, Priscilla set the tub of popcorn down on the floor, turning to glare at the person who had shushed Katrina.

"Can't you see she's choking?" The pinkette hissed before taking advantage of her friend's misfortune. Kat was yanked up by the arm with a 'we are getting out of here right now' and then promptly ushered out of the theater by her best friend.

"Me?" The word came out like a croak as she coughed again before raising her gaze to stare at her friend. "I tried to talk you out of it but," she waved her hand dismissively at the theater doors as she took a deep breath and released it, airway finally clear of whatever she'd sucked down from the straw.

"You insisted that we were going to see that because it was your pick after the--- What was it you said? Disaster last year? I think those were the words. So you said that you wanted to see this one and you know what? It's your birthday, so if you wanted to watch something that the reviews said was trash I wasn't going to judge you." The movie? Sure, but not Prissy's right to like garbage. She just hoped that her friend would have better taste in garbage.

Of course, if Prissy was worried about being caught in that movie she was risking it even more by hovering around outside of the theater having this discussion. She snatched her friend by the arm, dragging her over to another theater with a movie that hadn't started all that long ago. Sing. She'd heard good things about that one, at least.