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[shelley_winters]

Shelley used to look forward to the weekend.

No work, the opportunity to sleep for longer, see her friends, catch up on things she hadn't had time for. Now it just means she's alone with her nightmare of the past year for two whole days without any easy way to escape, feeling herself tense up and want to cry every single time she recalls his existence after being briefly distracted.

And he's hogging the couch, too.

Not that she wants to sit anywhere near him, but it's - well, annoying. Half the time she wants to run and hide, the other half she's just dying to smack him.

Bastard.

And he should really stop staring at the television as if he doesn't know what it is, he's been around long enough to-

Oh, John Cleese is on. Oh. Right.

"It's a parody film that you are watching, Elan."

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Frowning, Elan continued to watch the film, though he was getting tired. The hour had grown rather late, and so the room was dark with only the ambient flickering lighting of the television.

There was something about a sappy prince and a wedding that he found rather dull. There was something not particularly funny, and annoying about his voice.

[shelley_winters]

After a while, Shelley gets up and quietly slips out. She can't enjoy the film, not with him there, and she always has things to get done.

And if they keep her away from him, so much the better.