Niamh McKean (Irish female)

"Hiiii." There was a lilt to the voice, one that Liam couldn't quite place. Turning, he saw her. She was pale, with dark eyes and curly black hair. Weight-wise, she seemed acceptable, as pertaining to her height, Liam wasn't quite sure.

She had on Adidas track pants, Timbs and a very curious short sleeve button-up shirt.

The entire garment was plastered with black and white representations of female, or at the very least feminine faces, in the throes of passion. Most of them had their tongues lolling out, some of them were drooling, but one thing was constant; they were all horny. In some of the pervier corners of the internet, it was known as Ahegao, a Japanese word roughly meaning "moaning face".

"Hi, I'm Lia- I mean, Severin." Liam said, catching himself.

"Nice to meet you Sev. I'm Niamh."

"Nice shirt."

"Thanks! Got it from the Hot Topic just over the way. Ye know, by the Lenscrafters?" Niamh told him. Of course Liam was aware of it. Right now he was wearing Rick And Morty Wubba Lubba Dub Dub Crew Socks he'd recently purchased there beneath his Yeezys.

"That accent..." Liam had to comment on it. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"Heh. You got me." the brunette answered, putting up her hands in a show of mock concession. "I'm from San Francisco."

"That's not it." Liam said. "You're not Scottish or something, are you?"

"Christ no." Niamh said, looking a little offended. "Like I said, I'm from San Francisco. By way of Dublin."

"I bet they're even enjoying Morbius back in the land of saints and scholars." Liam said with a smirk, nodding to the entrance to the screening room. A gaggle of portly children were streaming out, clearly having just sat through Sonic 2.

"Sure, they probably paid for their tickets from that pot o' gold." Niamh responded. "You know, the one under the wee rainbow."

Liam coughed.

"I'm sorry if something I said offended you." Liam began. "You know, I actually have some Irish herita-"

"Sev, I'm just breaking your balls." Niamh tittered. "I wouldn't be surprised if it's doing well over there, Jared Leto's popular everywhere, right?"

"He sure is." Liam smiled, thinking of the Dallas Buyers Club actor. The world may be divided right now, red state, blue state, vax and antivax, but thanks to Leto, audiences could forget that and come together for nearly two hours of quality superhero entertainment. "You know, when I made that post on craigslist, I knew I was gonna get a response. No female can resist Jared Leto."

"I'll level with you, Sev." Niamh responded. "When it comes to capeshit, Ezra Miller is more my lad. Leto's pretty enough, sure, but if it was a choice between this and The Flash-"

"Gonna have to stop you there." Liam countered, holding up a hand. "First things first, Ezra Miller isn't your "lad", or anything like that. Ezra uses they/them pronouns, so you should try to be more respectful of that when you talk about them."

"I... didn't know." Niamh insisted, though Liam was sure he saw her half-roll her eyes. "I'll try to be more respectful in future."

"And secondofly, The Flash, better than Morbius? Not a chance. Ever since WB hired Joss Whedon to reshoot Justice League, they've had the axe out for the original DCEU as planned by Zack Snyder. They'd rather give us kid-friendly fare like Shazam! than movies worthy of the properties they're adapting. So yeah, while it is bringing back Michael Keaton's Batman, and other legacy characters, it's rumoured they're only bringing back Affleck and Cavill so they can write them out of the main DCEU continuity.

"Wow-"

"So I'd have to ask you, considering all that, what do you prefer, _Flash 2022 _or Morbius, a standalone movie, that augments existing stories in the SPUMC, instead of snuffing out promising ones?" Liam finished, with a note of satisfaction.

Leather, by Tori Amos had started playing on the lobby's speakers.

"Well, when you put it like that, Sev..." Niamh said, shrugging. "You're really... passionate about superhero movies."

"They're our modern mythology." Liam told her. "moviebob said that, and he was right."

I can scream as loud as your last one, But I can't claim innocence...

"You make a persuasive argument, Sev. Fuck me, I'm gonna have to stop calling you that. Feel like I'm playing Republic Commandoes." Niamh chuckled

"Like I said, you can call me Severin." Liam told her. "I guess we should head in."

"Sure, once we can get around these wee fat bastards, yeah." Niamh said, nodding towards the paunchy Sonic attendees.

Now Fat Bastard, from the Austin Powers franchise... was he Scottish or Irish? He guessed he'd have to ask Niamh, but after the movie. Right now, he had only one thing on his mind.

Dr. Michael Morbius.