Why not take Jennifer?

“Hey, were you planning to go?” you ask casually.

“Uh… maybe?” she asks, sounding really uncertain.

“Want to attend together?” you ask.

“Oh! Uh… yeah, that would be cool,” she says, running her hand through her hair. She gives you a half smile. “Call it a date?”

“Sure, why not?” you smile.

Your original date couldn’t make it, but you’re not about to tell her that she’s your second choice.

The two of you are snuggled up in the backseat of a beat up Honda Accord. You and Jennifer sit side by side, both peeking over the front seats, watching the big glowing screen in front of you. The movie is an old western, the cowboy on screen busy killing outlaws and seducing women. You bought a tub of popcorn at a concession stand, and the two of you busy yourselves munching on the salty-sweet caramel.

“Eeep!” Jennifer screams as a shot rings out.

She grabs your arm on instinct as the protagonist gets shot in the chest. He clutches his wound, staggering; she clutches your arm, gently releasing her grip.

“Sorry,” she says. “Bad habit.”

“Don’t stress about it,” you laugh, slinging an arm around her shoulder. “That was nice.”

Jennifer gives you a wide-eyed look in response, and then she touches your arm again, curling herself into the crook of your shoulder. It’s a nice feeling, having her body lie there against yours. The two of you watch as the cowboy makes his way to a saloon. It’s run by a busty lady. She swoons over him, and then, noticing his wound, begins to administer her treatment.

“I’ve never watched a movie like this before,” she says.

“Really? Never seen a western before?” you ask, and she shakes her head. “A cowboy flick?”

“No, not really, except… well I guess there’s this anime, Cowboy Bebop, but it’s not really this kind of cowboy movie,” Jennifer says, a note of trepidation in her voice.

“Yeah? What makes it different?” you ask.

“It’s in space, for one thing,” she says, and you laugh.

“That does make it different,” you say.

“It’s also more… philosophical,” she says. “Brooding.”

“And you like that?” you ask.

“It’s food for thought,” she says.

“Like this,” you say, holding up a piece of popcorn.

She nods, and you pop it into your mouth. You pick up another piece, gesturing at her. She opens her mouth, and you throw a piece into hers. She giggles, picks up a handful, and begins to toss them one at a time into yours. Her waifish smile is cute as a button, and you find yourself entranced by the sparkle in her eyes.

“Mmm, this one’s real good,” you say. “You’ve got to get a taste of it.”

“Aren’t they all the same?” Jennifer asks, sticking a hand into the bag of popcorn.

“Let me show you,” you say, and you pull her into you.

She realizes what’s happening just as your lips meet hers, and the two of you lock lips. She’s a nervous kisser, and the two of you break apart after a second, her face flushed red.

“Oh wow,” she says, panting.

“Good, right?” you smile.

“Yeah, good,” she nods.

“There’s more where that came from,” you say, popping another piece into your mouth.

You bend down and kiss her again. This time, she’s a bit more confident, kissing you back. Your hands roam across her black dress, hugging her tight body against yours, and before you know it, the two of you are busy making out in the back of this beat-up car, the movie completely forgotten.

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