Oh, and the crap may very well continue. Elijah had likewise refused their invite. It had been refreshingly easy to show Alexandria where things were. She was a quick study, bright and she paid attention. No wandering attentions to try and corral, just plain training.
He was finding, even in that small amount of time, that he enjoyed her company. Not that he didn't normally enjoy others, but she was a change. The others were jaded, to a certain extent, or their humor was more ribald than anything. She seemed to genuinely just be in a good mood most times.
It was an interesting juxtaposition to his (some would say) dark disposition. Back at base, he'd grabbed a shower as well, and was just making his way down the hall from his apartment. A pair of basketball-style shorts, black and hitting at the knees on his tall frame, a similarly old shirt like hers, his with a stylized skull that read, "Conquer Death". Hair still damp, he dragged fingers through it as he made his way into the commons.
Although the movie's volume wasn't all that hushed and there seemed to be a musical number taking place, footsteps instantly caused her head to swivel and peer over her shoulder with a blink. There was a faint curse beneath her breath before she was lifting the remote and aiming it at the television to pause the movie. "I'm sorry if that was too loud. I figured you had gone out with everyone else and that I had the place to myself for the most part. I suppose I should have checked better."
He smiled at her. That was getting easier, at least, the upward tilt of lips. "It's fine, I'm the only one left." He came to a pause a few feet from the back of the couch, looking at her before blue eyes traveled over to the TV. He couldn't help it, how the smile turned to juuust this side of smirky. "What are you watching?"
At his smile she offered one of her own in return. She knew they were scarce from what she had seen, so it seemed to be an involuntary pleased reaction that overtook her everytime she saw one. "How long do they let you skip out on drinking nights before they absolutely force you to come along? I've missed two of two since I've been here and I figure they might start using stronger tactics pretty quick here." His question, along with that faint smirk, made her tip her head with an added playfulness. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not know about the greatest movie in the world, Moulin Rouge? I'm so sorry to hear that, because you are missing out on magic bottled and pressed straight to disc." Yes, it was over the top, but it was Moulin Rouge she was defending. Of course it was going to be a little absurd.
"And, I think I had better go to the next outing, or I might get flayed." He chuckled, then, at her very thorough defense of the movie. "Seriously? Moulin Rouge?" He moved closer.
"Is that what I have to look forward to if I decline again? Hmm, drinking a beer on a barstool or being skinned alive." Hands lifted, one still clutching the remote, and she weighed them back and forth along with her options. But before she could decide she scoffed again. "Yes, I'm serious. What isn't there to be serious about?" She turned to look at the screen. "It has good music, a good story, it's all very sweet." Pale blue eyes shifted to him again. "Have you ever seen it?"
"No," he chuckled. "Not all of it, anyway. Too much? singing and dancing for me." Because clearly he did not like joy.
"Ah, but you did attempt to watch it, so part of you has taste." She looked back to the paused television screen and pat the couch beside her in invitation. "It's at the best part anyway. It's that one song. Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir, or whatever." A large gesture at the screen. "I mean, come on, at one point they're going to be cutting in with some Nirvana. What is not to love?"
"I guess I can get the Nirvana part to slide," he said with a small grin, moving to sit down beside her, draping one arm comfortably along the back of the couch. "Victor would like this, there's whores in it."
Once he sat down she pressed play on the remote again, a flash of bright costumes and music coming to life on screen. It was an easy distraction and something to focus on other than his arm behind her which she was all too aware of for her own tastes. "Remind me to hide my copy then. I have a feeling he would give it back to me... used." Her nose was wrinkled with a chuckle. Her thumb pressed the volume button to lower it a few notches so it was easier to speak over the music. "I like watching movies to unwind. It gives me something to focus on outside of my own life." She cast a look aside to him. "What do you like?"