There they all were, at last; one way or another. Sasha was definitely right in that respect, needing more efficient transportation. More like an understatement at the very least. Not taking the matter entirely to heart, both Sheela and Nicholas let their open minds wander, pondering over the peculiar movie choices. For Nicholas, the premise of each did intrigue, though how many times had he seen the movie end in a total failure of epic proportions. He couldn’t care less what he watched; only that he had some kind of intellectual stimulation. For Sheela, mindless fluff might be more appropriate for her, always feeding off such primitive entertainment. There was no doubt in his mind she would choose Bliss. He would wager against her picking anything else.
“Hey Nicholas, how about we see Re-Harvest. I am sure we’d get a kick out of that one.” She nudged an arm in his direction, demanding a response. All she got was a forceful elbow in the other direction. “Ok, fine. Have it your way. I don’t want to see a documentary at all, and Techno Beats? I just don’t like it.” She crossed her arms, almost pouting. That certainly narrowed the choices down for Sheela. Everyone else in the group could probably figure out her thought process, hinting at Bliss. What did she care? To each their own. Come on, she could use her brother’s line at any time she wanted. Not like it was trademarked or anything foolish like that.
“So what you are saying is you want us all to see Bliss, right?” Nicholas turned his attention to the side, glancing over at her mischievous smile. I see you trying to hide that smirk of yours. This was exactly as he predicted. He read her like a book or maybe even going only as far as the cover. Maybe that was a bit too far on the degree of harshness, but she wasn’t breaking any new ground or bucking a trend. He could only begin to wonder how much Sheela's predictability would play against her. Someone would certainly take advantage of her if she kept up this way forever. Call him overprotective, though the facts were clearly within view for anyone to witness. Just hope she can handle herself. Not like he was always going to be there for her protection. There was also no doubt she would want a bit of independence from her brother at some point.
Thanks to Devon, she would be up two to none, in this trivial game. “You got it. Bliss it is.” Sheela just couldn’t help herself, not in times like these. All of that technological babble made her brain hurt and all those creepy special effects weren’t always the kindest to her eyes. So what if most of that was true in some way, not like she couldn’t read history online or anything, on her own time. To be serious, no one would ever catch her reading those unnecessary yawn worthy topics. One could just imagine her drooling over the keyboard, in an oblivious sleep as a result. If the topic of conversation involved one of her major interests, the entire situation would involve her drooling over fascination. Moving on, Sheela was entirely content with her decision and would not budge her ground for anything.
“Since Sasha doesn’t seem to mind, and I couldn’t care less, I suppose Bliss would be an alright choice.” There was no hiding his reluctance, forcing himself to say those untrue words. Why would he of all people want to see such cliché propaganda? Nicholas looked around at the others, urging one to make a rationale decision, albeit Devon and Sheela’s coincidental selections. “Is anyone against the idea of watching Bliss? Speak up or forever hold your peace.” If none had any objections, the inevitable was going to occur, with or without their willing consent. There wasn’t anything wrong with the movie, if one wanted to relax and get away from all the seriousness that surrounded their daily lives. See, Nicholas was already warming up to the idea of following along.