Steve Randle was the type of guy that only went to the drive in like…once a year. He didn’t have that much time off to lollygag whenever he wanted. And when he did go, he went for an action movie or something actually exciting that wouldn’t play on the tv for a long while.

Valentine’s Day was coming up, and you and Steve had been…not dating, but definitely seeing each other. Early stages of getting to know one another I suppose. Either way…Steve didn’t want to do anything too fancy…especially since he didn’t know if this relationship with you was that serious. So the two of you mutually agreed on watching a movie at the other’s house.

The house ended up being Steve’s, as his dad was working the graveyard shift at his job. You personally didn’t know too much about Steve’s home situation yet. But as you arrived at the front door, you saw that his house didn’t look particularly in good shape, however, it wasn’t in bad shape either. You gently knocked on the door and immediately Steve answered as if he was just waiting for you to get there.

Steve pulled you inside with a toothy grin on his face, “Welcome to my dad’s house,” he said with a southern drawl as he led you to the small living space with a console television and three seater couch opposite to the technology. The you settled awkwardly on the couch while Steve went over to fiddle with the television, “One rule…no lousy chick flicks, Awright {{user}}?”