Romantic Comedy Thursdays
Most likely, Romantic Comedy Thursdays had been Wally's idea. Anything cavity inducing or of questionable sexuality tended to be his doing. Its existence and its origins were not the surprising parts.
Its high attendance was, prompting Silver to suggest rather loudly that they move their “squishy love-fest” to their guests' house from now on, instead of trying to fit their whole household, and half the other, into their smaller living room.
Barry had informed him quite pointedly that love was a blessing and should be allowed to be wherever it wanted to be. Silver had briefly tried to make the same argument about his Feraligatr, then, satisfied his actual point had been made, gone back to cooking dinner. His own dinner. Which just happened to take most of the movie to do, from the kitchen that just happened to have a clear view of the TV.
Dawn, May, and Lyra had chosen to sit right in front of the TV, on the floor, mostly because it was the only spot left big enough for all three of them to freely squeal and hug one another at the cute parts. Not that May did that sort of thing, of course.
Brendan came along, but *only* so he wouldn't be bored at home.
Barry had the armchair to himself, where he sat frowning every time someone cursed, and blushing more and more as the movie came to a close. He'd only agreed to watch this week because they'd chosen a PG rated flick, but even it seemed a little strong for the boy's reserved tastes.
Wally looked like he was having a similar reaction, but minus the complaints. This was purely appearances, however, as the real reason for his blushing was the increasingly amorous couple next to him.
By the end of the movie, Blake and Winnie had gone from casually sitting beside each other on the couch they were sharing with Wally, to his arm around her waist, to her on his lap, to their eventual final resting place: them tangled around each other, her vest discarded, tongues getting a fantastic work out, and the movie otherwise totally forgotten.
Their shameless display had not gone unnoticed by the others, though it was only two much for one spazzy blonde resident.
“That is completely inappropriate! Kissing is one thing, but all of this activity should really be saved for marriage!” Barry had jumped up from his seat and was pointing his finger accusingly at the oldest two out of the friends.
From then on, Romantic Comedy Thursdays had, indeed, been moved to the other house, though no one was sure space was the reason.