Owner	Pose
Peter Parker	It was a Die Hard marathon tonight at Movie Cinepelx 12 in West Chelsea Hill, and some patrons had come in costume, dressed as John McClane, Hans Gruber, Sgt. Al Powell, Tony, Argyle, and others. Peter Parker wasn't that much of a fan, but he had seen the first three Die Hard films a number of times, the fourth once, and he heard that the fifth exists. Today's screening planned to show all of them, but few were expected to stick around for the last two. He was currently in the queue to get some snacks, and fumbling with his phone, turning it to airplane mode in advance, so he wouldn't disrupt anyone. Looking up at the various combinations, he bit his lower lip as he debated whether or not to get the chocolate goodies to go along with the food. "So many combos, so few bathroom breaks."
Skye Johnson	Skye was a fan of the first movie. It tended to be her way with movies. Except trilogies. And those movies she considered as one broken up into semi-equal. The only others which she had liked (only the even parts!) was the Star Trek movies. She was.. feeling better then she had been for quite some time. Clint had returned, but between them, mostly her, had broken the relationship off formally. And while she still mourned, it was a different kind of mourning. One where Skye felt that she was ready to move on. Thus the Die Hard movie marathon! Where else would she be able to pick apart everything she was about to watch, and enjoy it? Standing at the concession booth, behind Peter, she quipped, "Chocolate bars, candy, and one medium pop. By the time the second one is over, bathroom break, and another medium pop. No popcorn. It sits on your stomach, and with marathons you will be sorry. Just my opinion." She shrugs.
Peter Parker	Hearing the precise instructions coming from behind, Peter turned to regard the woman dishing out the wisdom. "You sound like you're speaking from experience?" He moved up, now with two display stands, with t-shirts, plushies, and other gifts people can buy. He was almost at the register. "I was thinking of going for the nachos, but the last time I had them, not here, it was another theater, they didn't sit too well. I think it might have been the cheese; a little too plastic, not enough cheese in it for my tastes." And soon he would move again, "I'll take a combo 7, Snickers and Reece's, with a Coke, but no ice in it, please." As his order was placed, and he paid for it, he had to slip to the left, where he would pick it up when ready, while Skye could place her order.
Skye Johnson	"You can't be certain of the quality of nachos, hot dogs, or any prepared thing. Popcorn is only good with a single movie - that way when the inevitable hit, you will be at home with your favourite antacid. The only things you can count are things that come in a wrapper." Skye took her turn ordering a root beer, and an assortment of chocolate bars. "Then again, I have had a good long time to test my theories out. You can always count on your favourite chocolate bar. Anywhere. Anytime." And, of course, Mr. Noodles. Though this was not the place nor the time to bring up her favourite mealtime. Yes, Skye had reverted to her pre-Clint days, and her abysmal eating habits.
Peter Parker	Peter nodded while waiting for his food to be prepared, which was mostly the drink, except that one was already on the counter, waiting for him. The girl had not come with his chocolates yet though. "Oh, I wouldn't risk a hot dog in a movie theater. You never know how long it's been here. Hot Dog cart downtown, absolutely, they got through them like crazy. But here, not so much." Eventually, the girl came back with the Reece's, and sheepishly explained that they had run out of Snickers bars, so she came with a Twix, a Butterfinger, and a KitKat, which she shoved towards him while her boss wasn't looking. For once, Parker Luck worked in reverse. "Gee, thanks." The delay did enable Skye's order to be prepared at the same time.
Skye Johnson	Looking over at Peter's bonanza, Skye nodded. "Good choices." Though anything with chocolate in a bar was good. Not so much raisins or almonds. Those often were coated in cheap chocolate and she was picky about them. If she wasn't eating a bar, she demanded good chocolate; in a bar there was usually something else that made up for the lesser quality. Then again, she tended to pick her bars from a vending machine, and your guess was as good as hers towards the age and quality that was found within. "More people than I would have expected." It wasn't even Christmastime! "Good thing we are singletons. Easier to find a seat. I'm Skye, by the way." She introduces herself.