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Most people didn't randomly grab school mates for a movie... but then... most people weren't "Oddy" Corlione, bastion of the excessively social. He stood outside the movie theater, rocking slightly on the heels of his sneakers, who had seen better days before they were scuffed into near rupture from jogging, hands in the pockets of his faded jeans. It felt nice, if slightly alien, to be wearing full length pants after wearing the Meadowview uniform all week, but... well. Mostly nice. The slightly garish outfit was completed by an black turtleneck with a cuff that needed repaired... and over that, instead of a jacket... an impressively noisy Hawaiian shirt in various shades of startling blue, with sharks and surf boards.
In so far as the records went... Oddy had neither been to Hawaii, or ever set foot within ten feet of a surf board. ((He had been near a shark, but that involved a field trip to the aquarium several grades ago.)) Still it didn't stop Oddy's... odd... fashion sense. it was a fun shirt. Life was too short not to have fun, and fun was exactly why he was waiting outside the theater, grinning widely and thumbing the tickets in his pockets.
Movies like this one were just NOT intended to be seen alone.

Whatever gods were listening to Toby's silent prayer... they apparently weren't on his side, because the boy in the incredible Hawaiian shirt looked over from his distracted heel rocking and flashed an thousand watt grin, looking... oh no... straight at Toby.
Perhaps it was Toby's impressively pale hair, or... well... maybe the guy just had a pretty decent memory for faces... but he sure seemed pretty sure he recognized Toby, as he pulled two tickets out of his pocket and held them up like an Olympic torch bearer.

... As if tickets to Wereninjas vs Vampaliens II were somehow the most incredible accomplishment of the decade.

"Hey!" he called over, apparently aiming to complete the humiliation in the most friendly, well intentioned way possible. "I got the tickets! Lets go get some snacks!"

That was of course the other detail that could not be dismissed without cosmic consequence. How could you possibly have a movie without at least having nachos and hot-cheese-like-substance? That failing, Popcorn with butter flavored yellow oil and maybe some overpriced, slightly stale gummy candy. It was part of the Universal Movie Experience!

"What? Mafia?" Oddy blinked as he considered this question, handing one of the tickets over to Toby. "Nah, probably not. I mean if they ended up with most of the profits -here-, they'd at least have changed the carpets since the last decade." He shrugged. I mean my cousin owns a theater, but not this theater. He's not Mafia obviously but it is too bad he -doesn't- own this one. He'd just let us in the side door. And yeah I'm gonna buy snacks. I mean damn, thats part of the fun isn't it? And if it was run by the mafia they'd probably break your knees for sneaking stuff in..." he shrugged at this thoughtfully, although the idea of knee-breaking at the movie theater were about as ordinary as... well. Never mind. Given that outfit he might well think it WAS. "You don't want anything then?" He asked, sounding vaguely disappointed at this unexpected and unthinkable suggestion.

"Well he really sort of got it from his Dad, it's been in the family for a while."
He wasn't really sure why but people seemed to occasionally look at him strangely when he used that particular turn of phrase 'in the Family'. I mean there really wasn't any Mafia ties in the Corlione family. Well, not that anyone was talking to anyway. Who knew about Georgie. Even Georgies mother wasn't talking to Georgie. She'd talk to the wall and tell the wall she wasn't talking to Georgie, but she wouldn't talk to Georgie. But then that was really his fault after the snake-in-a-can thing a few Christmases ago. Georgie really needed to work on his sense of humor.
"My Cousin always says it costs more than you'd think to run a theater, especially finding good help." He admitted. "I'll probably go help him out on vacation. I figure it'll be ok, and it's never bad to help out family. Anyway he's going to do an mini film festival. He's trying to get copies of stuff like Casablanca that he can actually put on the big screen, then he really wants to do a costume contest and see if people dress up for it. I think that sounds like a blast."
He seemed to realize he was sort of rambling, and shrugged broadly, causing small riples to go through the woven sharks and surf boards. "I'll get some stuff then, you can share mine. Cool?" Couldn't hurt. He wasn't exactly swimming in money himself, but it was the movies. He didn't go very often, and liked it to be a treat when he did.

"Oh we got about ten minutes." Oddy promised. "And then we've got time to get seated anyway because they've gotta advertise... well... just about everything. He was grinning enthusiastically as he reached over to pat Toby vigorously on the shoulder. "Isn't yours?" He asked, regarding the family. "Ours is a little bigger than most..." ((Understatement of the decade...)) "But I like to think we're pretty much normal. Just keep an eye on things for a second, I'll go get us some snacks!" He promised, jerking a thumb at the snack stand before moving in that direction. "It's in theater three if I get stuck in line. Wereninjas versus Vampaliens II, just save me a seat if you do!"

"Smothered?" Oddy blinked, as though he'd been asked if his mother had two heads. "Mm. Only when I'm trying to wrap Christmas or birthday presents without having to send out people to intercept spys." He joked, grinning hugely. "Couldn't imagine it any other way though." He admitted, walking backward a few steps into line as he did so. "Anything you can't eat?" He asked. Might as well make sure he wasn't accidentally going to hand Toby something in the dark that he was allergic to.
His mothers technique would have been a lot more direct, and her questions on weather or not someone had a problem with something were really more of a statement that you didn't, or shouldn't.

"Not unless you're sharing a bowl with my great uncle Ernesto." Oddy explained, pausing to order a tray of nachos, and popcorn for Toby since he seemed fascinated by the stuff. ((Oddy personally was convinced the Nacho's were tastier, as far as fake food was concerned, a pack of strawberry 'liquorish' and two sodas. The sour candy was tempting, but he was already going to have his arms full. He continued as he handed over some money to the vendor, before handing Toby the tub of popcorn and a soda. "But then he puts chili powder on pretty much everything. Except his wife's pastries. If he tried to put chili powder on her deserts she'd pound him a good one. Deservedly. She makes awesome pastry. Lets get some straws and we can head in."

Oddy probably could have spent most of the movie giving poor Toby an run down on the various connections and uncles, great uncles, great aunts, great great whatevers and first, second, and third removed cousins, or at least spent most of the previews introducing him to the Cliffs notes edition of the clan, although he might have forgotten a few in the process, or simply gotten side tracked on another entertaining (To him anyway) personality trait of someone, but mercifully he didn't. There was a movie to watch, and that was a little more important right at this moment than trying to recite that particular jumbled list, though he did stop to juggle some napkins into his grip, before they marched into the theater to find seats.
Toby's awe was of course the crowning moment of the occasion. Yeah. It was going to be a FUN movie.

-Fin