It had to win awards for most boring movie. Did they have awards for terrible movies? It seemed like this one would be a good fit. Celeste was excited to do a bad movie night, but she didn't realize that there were these type of terrible movies that actually existed - yikes! What a time to be alive!

Celeste couldn't help but chuckle. That was true. Poor Marisol was pretty obvious when it came to turning down her suitors. It wasn't a bad thing, and in some ways it was a good thing - lots of people would lead them on to just be nice. At least people who start stalking her are usually relieved of their stalking ideas pretty quickly. It was one thing Celeste didn't worry about Marisol too much about - when she found the one, it'd probably be a pretty good one. It'd have to be, anyways, to get past her awkwardness. It was adorable and someone would see that eventually. In the meantime, they were still babies in the grand scheme of things, so it wasn't really something Marisol should even worry about. She shrugged, "Guys can be overrated, anyways." 

She eyed Marisol suspiciously at her comments. The birds was suppose to be the good part, after all. No birds was no show. Although, I guess a life sequence of a crappy actor was kinda nice for a movie? 

As Marisol dived into her Mexican Pizza, Celeste dived into a quesorito. Yummy! She took a few bites before looking towards Mari, she shook her head, "It's not Mexican. They just call it that," she shrugged. It was definitely not real Mexican, "Don't think of it as Mexican food. It's Americanized crap! Tasty Americanized crap!"

She nodded, "Yeah, you're telling me. Even acting wise, I feel like I would slap him..." But, birds!" She saw birds, "Look! Birdies!" Cut scene to the mom, and she perked a brow, "Oh my god. I love the mom." But suddenly, a billion dollars? What? She perked a brow, "I don't think it's worth a billion dollars, but sure..." She muttered and took another bite of her delicious food. But, back to the mom! Yes! Her favorite character, "Okay, but realistically, how much you wanta bet that is actually the girls mom and she actually believes it's real? I mean, she's the only good actress so far."

Celeste was so understanding. Marisol did not understand flirting? It was fine, flirting was not for everyone. Marisol shut down the men who showed interest in her? Who needed men, anyway? It was refreshing to feel normal. It was always Marisol’s concern that something in her was broken, but Celeste was willing to roll with all her little quirks. Maybe that was why she was speaking up more than usual. ”Yeah, I haven’t been all that impressed by them yet,” she joked in reference to men as a gender. Marisol did not dislike men, but just like with women, all had failed to catch her eye.

Marisol relaxed and leaned closer to Celeste, getting comfortable with her friend and her meal. ”Mmm, tasty Americanized crap. You should be in marketing, Celeste.” Then again, did she do a bad job when Marisol was still biting into the crunchy shell?

Birds finally made a cameo, but Marisol held her tongue. The first of the terrible CGI birds would not be the last, nor would they be the most jarring. The main female character visited her mother, and as expected, Celeste loved it. What no one could love, however, was the billion-dollar sale. ”You wanted celebration, right? Enjoy terrible editing and a the most awkward celebrating ever put on film.” Marisol laughed every time she watched one guy grab his friend’s chair and pull it back and forth vigorously.

Fortunately, they were able to return to the mother; the real star of the show. The way she spoke was unlike any actress Marisol had ever seen. ”I’m still not sure she’s acting. The way she talks feels like they just got her talking about her retirement. But she’s so sincere!” It was impossible not to love the mother. It was the universal rule of Aviarypocalypse. ”Though is it normal for people to meet their date’s parents so soon? Seems fast to me.” It was another one of those dating etiquette questions of which Marisol was unaware.

A few minutes and a dance scene later, the main characters were in a bedroom and things transitioned into a love scene that made Marisol cringe. She could not tell if it was because she was her or because everything was so soulless and lacking passion. ”Okay, nevermind. Do people do this so soon?” Her cheeks reddened at the innocence of her question, and she decided she had to justify her naivety with an explanation. ”You might have guessed, but I… haven’t exactly dated before. Like… ever.”

She giggled and nodded, "I mean, you made a pretty good impression on that guy at the diner. He was practically tripping over himself how bad he felt." It was impressive that she made him actually apologize. It wasn't every day someone could get someone to do that. Despite what Marisol thought, she was a good person with a good heart and ultimately that's what people want to see in someone. She took another bite of her food, realizing she was already half way through her quasorito. Dang, she was really hungry.

She nodded, beaming, "Thanks! It's my future career," she joked. Marketing sounded like a terrible job, actually. 

She shook her head at the billion-dollar sale. She ended up nodding, "Well, I mean, you got me there." She did expect a celebration but she didn't expect this kind of dumb celebration, "I need to be careful what I ask for, especially with this movie." She really didn't know what she was getting into when she made a request. Eep!

She shrugged, "Honestly, maybe she's senile and doesn't realize what's happening, but she deserves an Oscar. I would totally vote for that." She paused, "Wait, do you vote for Oscars? Or is that like some judgey thing people do...?" She was really behind on the whole culture thing. She hadn't had a TV her entire life and didn't really get into movies and television until recently. She just never had access to it like she did now. Heck, there was huge screens showing advertisements all over New York. 

She grinned at Marisol's question, "I mean, sometimes they do. Usually not when they're adults, but uh, it happens, I guess." She shrugged a little and finished her quesorito. 

She nearly winced at the love making scene that popped up. How... Awful. Was that their first time doing the dirty? If so, she could forgive them a little bit. She knew for sure they both did the deed before - some sales man and a model? There was no way they were models and on the up and up. Celeste perked a brow towards Marisol, unsure of how to process her question at first. Celeste tried to think about it in a big sister kind of way, "Well... I mean, sometimes people like to do it quickly. Like, they feel like it gets an important aspect done with their relationship so it helps them. Sometimes they just like hook ups." She shrugged, "Other people like to wait a while, sometimes marriage, you know. It just depends on the individuals and what thier comfortable with." Was she giving the birds and bees to her best friend during a movie about birds causing the end of the world?

Celeste knew from the beginning that Marisol hadn't really dated before but nothing really made her really think about it seriously until Marisol actually said it out loud. It was easy to tell Marisol wasn't comfortable with flirting, oblivious, etc but it was a bit surprising. This was especially true coming from someone as attractive as Marisol was, "You haven't dated anyone before?" She asked, opening up a hard shell taco, taking a bite, "Is there a reason? If you don't mind me asking, of course. I mean, besides you being a baby still." She nudged her playfully.

Celeste was still trying to decide on her career path, but her tone clearly cast Marketing out of the running. Marisol could not see her in such a corporate world anyway. She did not doubt Celeste could be successful, but she did not think she would be happy. When she found something that made sense for her, Marisol was sure it would click and she would take to it like she was meant for it.

Another field Celeste was not designed for would be entertainment. Modern media was something the Canadian was still growing more familiar with. She knew the Oscars existed, but that sounded like the extent of her knowledge. Finishing off her last “pizza” slice with a crunch, she covered her mouth with her hand. ”We don’t vote for Oscars. Nameless, faceless decision-makers do, and we lowly peasants ooo and ah.” The tastes of the Oscars voters were suspect, which was why Marisol’s dreams focused on the Tonys.

Marisol was not incredibly young, but when it came to sex and relationships, she felt like a child. It was a world she rarely ever thought about, so she did not know if people usually waited to jump into bed or if things moved faster than that. She wished her naivety did not come through so clearly, but just like Celeste did not know media, Marisol had her own foreign concepts.

It took a few seconds for Marisol to mull over an answer to Celeste’s question. She was talking to her best friend. Marisol had to believe she was in a position not to be judged. There was a weak smile when Celeste nudged her, but it was quickly replaced by a more serious expression. ”I guess… I’ve never felt that thing you need to make a relationship work. I am sure that guys are handsome and I can see that girls are pretty. It just… hasn’t done anything for me.” Marisol had her eyes on the screen, but the love scene held no interest for her. Even if it was well-acted with better, more attractive actors, she doubted that would change. ”I don’t think I’m attracted to people. Like, in general.” Admitting that concern out loud felt foreign from her lips. Those thoughts usually lived in her head, alone. Telling Celeste was more evidence that she saw the girl as a close friend.

Celeste was a bit jealous of Marisol in terms of how she knew what she wanted - she wanted to be dance, act, and do performing arts things. Celeste had no idea what she wanted to do. She use to, at least, but not anymore. She knew she had some interests, some things she liked to do, but mostly she had nothing that screamed future career. She hadn't felt a 'click' with anything. At least not yet.

She didn't know most cultural things, especially more American culture stuff. She also wasn't even sure Canadian stuff, really. She probably would be a lot more interested if she actually had more time when she grew up to watch T.V. - her life mostly consisted of books, libraries, and other stuff. She never had a T.V. and the times she was able to watch it was when she would sneak out of her room and watch it from the hallway. It was usually just news or baby stuff on, anyways.

She chuckled at Marisol's remarks, though. Lowly peasants ooo and ah. That was funny. It seemed pretty right, too.

Marisol got pretty serious and Celeste could feel the mood change. She knew she wasn't upset, but that Marisol had something to tell her that she didn't know how Celeste would react too. She hoped that Marisol knew she wouldn't judge her, betray her, or anything. Marisol was Celeste's best friend - one of the only ones she's had and actually clicked with. She listened closely and nodded as she spoke. She never felt that spark. She knew people were handsome or pretty but she never felt the spark. It clearly had bothered Marisol enough to tell her about it, especially considering the very terrible love making that was occurring before their eyes. Celeste nodded and leaned her head on Marisol's shoulder and held her hand with one of hers. 

"You don't have to be attracted to people. That's only but a small facet of who you are... I guess what I'm saying is that it is not a bad thing," she replied confidently, "Everyone has their orientation or lack of, it doesn't mean anything weird, or bad, or whatever you call it. It's you and it's perfect because it's you. If that's what you feel like, at least. It just means you're biologically hardwired a certain way. I mean, it doesn't really matter if you like people or you don't. You're a awesome person and that is what counts. Not to mention, relationships and attractions can get very weird and very dangerous sometimes." She motioned to the horror show in front of them, "Case example A." 

Struggling with social situations had always been a problem for Marisol, but it was one she knew was not uncommon. Plenty of people in the world only knew the wrong thing to say and froze up around strangers. On the internet, avoiding socialization and having disdain for most people even appeared to be trendy. It was exhausting feeling awkward and at a loss all the time, but that rarely made Marisol feel “weird.”

It was Marisol’s inability to feel attracted to others that made her feel weird. Society was so sexualized and it was the norm to find someone you were drawn to, pair up, and start a family. It was like everyone was viewing the world the right way, but Marisol could not see half the colors everyone else saw. Marisol looked her questions up online once and believed she was asexual. There were people like her, but there were also many people who said asexuality “didn’t exist,” and that people claiming to be such were just “broken.”

Getting reassurance from Celeste that she was not weird or broken flooded Marisol with a sense of relief. There was support online, but Marisol was not excited about the idea of talking to strangers to make herself feel better. She needed someone she trusted, and she trusted Celeste beyond a shadow of a doubt. Marisol had unconditional support from a friend who appreciated her for who she was; her eyes glistened as she felt how lucky she was to have picked a little New York diner for her part-time job.

”Thanks, Celeste. I haven’t really told anyone that before,” she admitted, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. ”Maybe I should be looking at the silver lining that I don’t have to worry about wooden sex with… that footsie thing they’ve got going on there.” It was easier to feel normal when she knew someone did not see her as a freak.

Though speaking of freaking, Marisol knew they were about to really hit the high point of the movie. She grabbed one of the many hard-shell tacos and took a crunchy bite, appreciating the cacophony of meat, sour cream, cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes as she kept her eyes on the screen.

And so, they watched as a legion of CGI birds filled the sky, dive bombing the city with inappropriate sound effects and explosions. ”Glorious,” she muttered through her half-eaten taco. Truly, they were watching a masterpiece.

Celeste squeezed Marisol's hand in hers. She didn't want her friend to ever be afraid to tell her literally anything - Mari was really Celeste's only friend that she would trust her life with. They had hit it off so well and their friendship developed so fast. They seemed to compliment each other perfectly - Celeste loved Marisol's awkwardness and Marisol dealt with Celeste's issues like perfectionism, sh*tty parents, the whole thing. They were a team. This moment of their friendship only solidified that, at least in Celeste's mind

She wasn't sure if asexual would be the right term but that is what it sounded like - and it sounded like Marisol figured that as well, even though she didn't clearly say 'asexual.' There was nothing wrong with that and heck, Celeste was a little jealous - no need for sexy time, relationships, and all that potentially dramatic. But it must have been lonely, too, especially feeling like she wasn't quite... Right. Marisol was right, though and Celeste knew she had to prove to her that she was correct, right, and nothing was wrong with her. 

She smiled as Marisol thanked her and told her that it was a secret - from everyone. She squeezed her hand another time, "Well, thanks for telling me. It must have been hard for you but I want you to know I have your back 110% no matter what you do. Except for maybe murder, but that would be handled on a case-by-case basis." She chuckled and gave her a nudge before leaning off of her and getting a taco out. She nodded in agreement, "Yeah, you definitely may have gotten out of one tough pickle right there, honestly."

Here came the birds! Here came the... Seriously? Plane sounds? It was so random. Her mouth nearly dropped with the scene that unfolded and she scrunched her face in a scrutinizing fashion, "Is that seriously hangers? What the h*ll are they going to do? Try to hang them in their closets?" She shook her head and leaned back against the wall. She couldn't believe this show even made it into a movie status. 

It was an awful few scenes but apparently they wanted to cross a random bridge with infected birds? And a man was the key holder to it? She was kinda curious about this guy... Who, apparently, had no ability to stand up for himself. 

She stared... As usual, really, at his sudden explanation of climate change, "Well... I mean, he's not entirely wrong there... I guess. But uh, definitely not what would happen. Bird acid is... Um, just no."

It was a nice change of pace for Marisol to have someone really know her. Opening up was not something Marisol was familiar with; she would rather hide behind a character so the actual Marisol could fade into the background. Celeste made it less necessary to be so guarded. They both had their struggles but, instead of keeping everything buried, they shared them. Life seemed less daunting with such a reliable teammate in her corner; she only wished she met Celeste sooner.

Wiping away sour cream from the corner of her mouth, Marisol laughed at the extent of Celeste’s support. ”Well, I’ll make sure to keep all future murders as noble as possible.” The idea of Marisol hurting anyone other than in self-defense was laughable. She took self-defense classes, but she was a dancer, not a fighter, and ballet was not capoeira.

The faces Celeste made in the face of the bird attack made the whole movie night worth it. It shot the pacing and direction of the movie in the face, suddenly interjecting the least believable bird attack into what had been a slice of life film up to that point.

”I have to imagine they passed by kitchen knives, baseball bats, and sandals on their way to deciding hangers were the best choice. Great survival instincts.” It was easy to be smug toward characters in an illogical movie, but seriously, who thought wire hangers would do anything against vicious birds of prey? ”Really though, I wonder how weird it was just waving hangers at nothing.” Green screen acting was incredibly interesting, but Marisol wondered if she could keep a straight face.

Celeste was trying to wrap her mind around an expository scientist trying to explain the movie, but the bird acid seemed to officially break her. ”They clearly scienced the hardest to come up with this plot.”

After a quick sip of her water, Marisol reclined against the wall, getting comfortable enough for a yawn to escape her lips. The scene had moved to a gas station convenience store with a thick-accented man behind the counter blaming the downed phone lines and the gas prices on “the eagle attack.” Marisol shook her head at the delivery. ”I’m still not convinced this guy is an actor and not just the man who actually worked in that store.”

Celeste was so happy that Marisol confided in her, especially about something so deep and personal. It made Celeste feel like their friendship had really been cemented - they were going to be best friends for a very long time. It was a new feeling for Celeste and maybe even for Marisol - to have someone that they both could rely on to tell each other their darkest secrets and chat over it. And watch terrible movies, too.

She laughed at Mari's comment as she took a bite of taco. She was actually getting pretty full, so she started to slow down a little. Whew, lots of food and not a big enough stomach to eat them all! It was so sad.

She nodded, "Right?! How in the world did they decide on hangers?" She paused as she debated Marisol's legitimate point about how weird it must have been for the actors and actresses. She shook her head for a second, "I think they probably thought it was normal if they had the brains to actually sign up for this movie." 

She laughed and nudged Marisol, "Much science. Wow science!" Celeste did her usual stare in absurdity as the man informed the main characters about the gas prices. She nodded in agreement, "That was definitely a real person. Kinda like the mom, honestly." It had to be.

Celeste couldn't believe that a random blind man had shown up in the forest with them now. "What is even the point of this movie? It bounces around so much." 

After a small trip to a more serious conversation, it felt like the girls were resuming the fun, silly evening they had planned from the start. It was nice to have a friend who she could go from relaxed to serious and back to relaxed without anything feeling like it changed. Whether they were joking about the movie or supporting each other through personal challenges, their friendship just worked.

They got through the gas station convenience store and even the most unconvincing gas robbery at gunpoint in cinema. It was not until the creekman that Celeste finally gave in and started questioning the point of the movie. It was sweet that she was expecting a point or coherent narrative. ”You haven’t figured it out? The point is global warming. And bird acid. And maybe that you can technically make a movie without hiring a casting director.” If she could ever find the audition tapes of the main actor floating around the internet, it would be fascinating to see what convinced someone he was not the worst thing ever.

With a whole lot of nothing happening for a few minutes, Marisol had the chance to look at the small pile of remaining tacos contemplatively. They were not the most delicious thing she had ever eaten, but they were surprisingly addictive. As much as her taste buds wanted to keep eating, her stomach strongly protested. ”Ugh, how did you think we could handle all these tacos? I’m already feeling full, and I’m totally gonna regret this in the morning,” she whined, before grinning and adding, ”The tacos, not all this.” She could not see herself regretting a movie night with her best friend.

With a climax to really live up to the quality set forth by the movie as a whole, the Aviarypocalypse came to an end when the birds just… flew away toward the ocean. ”Aaaand that was Aviarypocalypse. I know; you’re probably adding it to your ‘favorite films of all-time’ list. If art is suffering, that was definitely art.” The only problem there was it was supposed to be the artist suffering, not the audience.

Their movie was finished, but it was still early for a night where she had no classes in the morning. Marisol was having a genuinely good night, and she was not in a rush for it to end, so she grabbed the remote. ”So because you endured that with me, I feel like we should watch something actually good to cleanse our palates. Here.” She handed the remote off to Celeste after setting the screen to a collection of Disney movies. ”Pick one, so I have an excuse to keep my bestie around longer.”

It was great that her and Marisol were friends. Celeste considered herself pretty darn lucky to find a good friend like Marisol. She was so glad she left Regina behind for New York. She couldn't imagine her life without Marisol - how did she even function without her to begin with? It was remarkable how a few short months can completely change someones life. 

Celeste laughed, "Good points. I mean, this is clearly the point. Bird acid, global warming, and terrible producing skills." Did anyone actually even think through this movie? Did the individuals involve care about their careers, even their own self worth? Maybe they were suppose to be terrible. That had to be it.

She grinned and nodded, "Yeah, I'm dying on the inside, and I'm sure I'll regret it in the morning, too." She shook her head, slightly ashamed of herself. She nudged Marisol and nodded, "Maybe next time we'll go for your salad option and watch movies." Celeste wasn't entirely sure if that was a truthful statement, at least on her behalf, but oh well. It was fun, it was good, and it was awesome. She had had an amazing time with her best friend.

Celeste stared at the screen for a moment, trying to process what just happened. They just... Flew about. She sighed and then laughed, "I guess maybe they fixed global warming like immediately and the zombie birds decided acid just wasn't there thing." 

Celeste clapped her hands. Yay, another movie! Celeste didn't want to leave and was already thinking about other things they could do, but Marisol beat her to it. Disney movies! Literally some of the best movies there was! And the singing! Celeste was pretty excited, to say the least. She nodded and took the remote and began flipping through, "Hmm... Pocahontas, Mulan... Ohh, Hercules! How about Hercules?" If Marisol agreed, she'd go ahead and turn it on. 

While the movie started, Celeste grabbed all their trash up and threw it into the Bails of Taco bag. She had to be sure to grab it when she left - she didn't want to leave any trash at Mari's little dorm. Once completed, she settled back into the bed. 

As far as friendship badges of honor went, surviving a first bad movie night was a big deal for Marisol. Celeste was still getting the hand of watching a terrible movie and appreciating the nuances and the unintentional humor, but she was still a fun person to enjoy the experience with. They would have another night and she would begin to see the value of laughing at terrible actors and plots and special effects. Sci-fi! Next time, she would pick a garbage sci-fi movie, which had to be the only genre to rival awful horror movies, which Aviarypocalypse tried to be. At least, she assumed as much.

The empty wrappers and remaining tacos were set off to the side so the girls could have a clear bed for the rest of their movie night. After binging on tasty low-quality food, Marisol and Celeste were both reaching their limits. Celeste tried to act like she was learning the error of her ways, but Marisol doubted her ability to commit to a healthy movie night. ”Oh, don’t lie. You’re probably right; nights like these call for unhealthy snacks.”

Marisol would have to plan her cheat days to accommodate for the occasional movie night with her best friend. Just because she ate healthily did not mean Marisol could not appreciate the occasional dive into junk food. Remembering her first day in New York, she could even see an alternative to Bails of Tacos. ”Next time, maybe we go with a pizza? A nice, greasy pizza,” she decided with a chuckle, feeling her stomach object to the idea.

While Celeste scrolled through movies, Marisol reached behind her bed to turn off the twinkle lights around the room. ”Now that we’re done eating, we can put the room into real movie theater mode.” Suddenly, the two girls were sitting next to each other in Marisol’s bed, illuminated by nothing but the television.

Hercules was the decision, and Marisol was totally in favor of Amour’s taste. ”Oh, definitely! I love Hercules. Great songs and Megara is such a great character. Let’s do this!”

Getting comfortable, Marisol grabbed one of her larger fuzzy blankets and draped it across herself and Celeste. The movie started up and she could already feel the buzz of excitement in her chest. ”Fair warning, singing is encouraged, if not expected, because you know I will be.” Disney was the benchmark for feel-good movie musicals, and in a small way, Marisol wondered if they were the start of her own path into theatre.

It was Disney  movie time! Yippee! There was nothing like Disney movies. In fact, Celeste loved Disney movies. Probably more than most movies, to be honest about it. Of course, she loved musicals, too, and Disney movies were the perfect combination of silly but intense animations and amazing songs and singing. There was never a bad Disney movie and Hercules was a total classic. She laughed, "Alright, fineee, you know me too well." She didn't like breaking Marisol's diet, but she was so thin already. It wasn't like it could hurt for her to enjoy the more savory things in the world, right? Celeste was definitely more of a 'I'm here for a good time, not a long time' kinda gal. At least, that's what she told herself - whether that was the truth, who knew. But she did love her terrible foods, after all. 

She nodded. Greasy pizza sounded amazing, "Of course! Next time it's your turn to choose the unhealthy, greasy, terrible food, anyways. I did kinda force you into Bails of Taco." She grinned a mischievous grin and looked towards the movie. Celeste squeed a little as the lights went out, "Yes! I love it all, literally all of it. There is nothing wrong with Hercules. Megara is definitely my fav, too. Followed by the Muses, because honestly, I really wish they could narrate my life."

Once Marisol through the fuzzy blanket over them, Celeste snuggled in and put her head on Marisol's shoulder and giggled, "Oh yeah, singing is a must, no doubt about it." Had she ever heard Marisol sing? She didn't think she had. This would be a perfect songs to hear her voice in. This was one awesome, amazing night. Probably one of the best she's had in a while. 

Celeste warmed her vocals up in the first song, primarily singing along to the 'Along came Zeus' part of the intro music. She loved that part but the rest of the song she didn't really sing along too. Now, when Go the Distance would come up, she was preparing to go all in. She loved that song - it kind of reminded her of herself, or more so it gave her motivation. She related to the song, she guessed. After all, she hadn't had the easiest life but she was making the best of it.

Knowing they had more movie nights in the future was enough to make Marisol excited for the future. It was a little thing, but it meant the girls had a ritual they could share with each other, and that felt special. Neither girl had a lot of friends to her name, so they were filling a large gap in each other’s social lives. Not only did they click together, they also had a shared great taste in Disney movies; truly, theirs was a predestined connection.

Hercules had everything; a great story, relatable characters, and of course, amazing songs. With no class the next day, her neighbors had no reason to complain over some impassioned singing. They lived at a school for the arts anyway, so it was not as though spontaneous singing was rare in the dorms. Singing was such an important part of Marisol’s life and she was excited to share that with her best friend.

The movie kicked off with the invoking of the muses, which was very “Greek Theatre” with a more modern Disney spin. Marisol was ready to be absorbed in the movie, but unexpected contact caught her attention first. Celeste had gotten close enough to nestle her head on Marisol’s shoulder and, much to Marisol’s surprise, the move caught her breath for a moment.

That was an odd reaction. This was nothing strange; they were close and getting cozy, which was natural. It was nice, even. Marisol did not have a lot of experience getting close to people physically, off stage, at least. The proximity simply caught her by surprise, was all. No reason to get weird. With a nervous chuckle, she decided to return her focus to the muses’ story. ”Man, I love this movie, but this is waaay off. The titans are all evil, and Zeus is the best guy ever who totally didn’t cheat on his wife. Hercules is the story if Zeus had a great PR guy.”

The story returned to Earth with Hercules as a young boy feeling out of place in the world. Marisol felt a connection to Herc and she would guess Celeste felt the same. It was relatable; someone who did not fit in, longing for a place where they belonged, with a song about to begin to voice that feeling. Marisol was ready to start singing, but she held back out of curiosity to see if Celeste would sing first.

Celeste was pretty happy snuggled against Marisol with the beginnings of Hercules starting up. She tried to think of a better friend than Mari but no one ever came to her mind - from her past or present and she was confident to say that she probably would never have this great of a friend, either. 

She gave her best friend a quick smile. They were both totally going to be singing for the next hour and a half or however long this movie was. She was so excited to watch it, too. She had only seen Hercules once in her teenage years and before that, she watched it a lot when she pre-manifested. It was definitely not historical. At all. Which was confirmed by Mari just a few moments later.

She laughed but nodded as she snuggled in on Mari's shoulder. She was warm and cuddly, despite her awkward tendencies. "Yep, you're totally right about that. I also just want to point out that Zeus is pretty useless. Also, that donkey looked so pissed." She chuckled.

She cleared her throat, ready to begin singing one of her favorite songs from Hercules as she began to sing, "I can go the distance... I'll be there, someday, if I can be strong! I know every mile will be worth my whileee..." And so on. Once Hercules reached the temple, Celeste grumped, "You know, there was no way for him to not speak to him until freaking he went to the temple?"