"Oh my god." Clara groaned. She used a throw pillow for it's namesake and launched the decorative cushion at the TV. "Take off your heels!" She screamed. She grumbled loudly, then glared at Nolan and said. "This is painful. If this bitch doesn't put on a pair of tennis shoes and run straight down the road I'm going to lose my mind."
A low chuckle had been rumbling in Julian's chest from the moment of Clara's first outburst. "It's part of the horror camp." He explained.
"It's dumb! You're dumb!" Clara screamed at the screen. "These directors just want some sexy blonde to show skin in the movie. That's it. That's all that's happening."
"Duh." Julian smirked.
"That so sexist!"
"She's gonna win in the end. It's empowering."
"So? That doesn't mean it's not sexist, she's literally just a piece of meat for pig headed guys like you to slobber over. The first casualty of this show is the top button of her blouse."
"And?" Julian shrugged. "Arnold didn't have to take off his shirt when he was fighting the Predator. Sexy is fun."
"Sexy is objectifying."
"Pshhh. Does that mean you like it when I objectify you?" He raised an eyebrow and leaned over her. A warm hand gently holding her cheek.
"That's different, and you know it."
They kissed.
"So when the main girl gets imprisoned by the dark fae in that romance book of yours...."
"It IS NOT romance, it's a drama, and he's a bad guy!"
"You sure like the bad guy." He chuckled.
"No I don't, I'm rooting for prince of the summer court. But fine, whatever." She gets up. "Enjoy your gore porn. I'm getting some tea." She departed, mumbling about a lousy date night under her breath.
Julian sighed, and glanced at the screen just in time for the blonde to let loose a blood curdling scream. The campy scene filled with tits and terror should have served a nice cocktail of fun chemicals to his brain, but it was a dry bar tonight. He stubbornly crossed his arms, and stared at the TV trying to get back into the mood.
Clara drifted into the room, her patterned skirt flowing behind her and she took her seat at the computer table leaving Julian alone on the couch. "Hey babe, check out this cool necklace I got at the flea market today."
He glanced over, spying a polished stone ornament, the kind that she was fond of. It was a somewhat larger stone, black and dark red, tied up by a simple metal chain. It was otherwise unremarkable. "Yeah, that's pretty neat." He muttered half heartedly.
"A new herb booth opened up in the south hall too." She said while centering the stone around her neck. "They actually grow all these rare herbs on their own farm, instead of importing them."
"That's cool." Julian stated, eyes still on the TV.
"I really wanted to buy some, but I didn't want to betray Amelia, you know? I've been shopping at her booth forever, and I really like to support her."
"Mhmm..."
"It's a tough call though, since it's hard to get such fresh herbs."
"Clara." Julian sighed. "I mean, I'd love to talk about this stuff, but we're watching a movie!"
She crossed her arms delicately, and straightened her back. "You're watching a movie. I'm not. It's fine, I get it. Guys are just animals sometimes, so you can enjoy it, but that doesn't mean I have to participate in this objectification."
"Oh, give me a break. It's fun. She's strong. She's sexy. She kills the bad guy. What's objectifying about that?"
"Oh, so it's empowering to run around in stiletto's without a bra? Do you even know how much that would hurt?"
"Who cares?"
"You do when it's a guy hero." Clara snapped.
"I care when they do stupid things, but it's rule of cool."
"It's degrading."
"It's fun."
"I wish you knew what it was like, then maybe you'd care!"
The pair of them felt a sudden impulse to close their eyes, but when Clara opened them she was alone in the room. The blonde girl on the TV screen let out another chilling scream.
