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"Would it really?"

"Anything that could make those things not boring would be awesome."

Also anything that might piss everyone else off. Double points for that. The people who attend those social affairs deserve to be fucked with, as far as Cal is concerned.

"Use your nefarious Chandler powers to convince Tony to crash one," he suggests.

Cal grins at him.

"Don't think for a minute that I couldn't."

This is one of very few areas in which Cal is genuinely confident in himself. It shows.

"Oh, I don't know, the Stark boys have always been notoriously difficult to convince."

Why yes, this is a blatant challenge.

"He'll be at the next one."

Whenever that is.

"You will too." Your challenge is boring, Sherlock. Cal is fixing that.

"Will I? I was not aware."

"And you'll think it was your own idea."

Despite this conversation.

Yeah, Cal knows he's overdoing it a little now, but fuck it, it's fun.

He laughs.

"Oh, my dear fellow, if you can convince me of that you deserve your victory."

Cal just smiles.

"You're on."

"I look forward to it."

Weren't they going to watch a movie? Not that Sherlock is planning on mentioning that.

Cal is totally going to win. Sherlock's never seen him in action, after all.

"Weren't we gonna watch a movie?"

"It is quite possible."

Cal snorts.

"It won't kill you, I promise."

"I'll take your word for it. Go on, then."

"You might even like it," Cal says, going over to put the movie into the DVD player.

"Not that you'll admit it."

"If I enjoy this film I assure you that you will be the first to know."

Cal chuckles and says,

"I'm gonna remember you said that."

No cheating.

"I could hardly expect anything less."

He takes a seat on the couch.

The problem with using someone else's DVD player is, of course, that everyone's set-up is a little different. Cal is prepared for the possibility of at least two remotes being involved. He figures it out, though, and joins Sherlock on the couch after a minute, sprawling a little in comfortable teenage boy fashion.

In this house, Cal is lucky that there is a remote.

Sherlock does not sprawl like a teenage boy. Sherlock sits tucked neatly into his corner of the couch, taking up no more space than necessary.

Which would be why Cal's sprawl quickly becomes a little more - sprawling than usual. He is providing an example.

Relaxation starts with the physical.

"I should think you'd have had enough of my Tony impression by now," he says obliquely.

"You look like you're sitting in class," Cal says. "Is that even comfortable?"

Comfort is key.

"Of course it is. I am not a masochist."

Well, not usually. But Cal really doesn't need to hear that.

Oh, look, they're finally past all the logos. A boxy spaceship tumbles in front of a field of stars—more logos—an incongruous lens flare—the title of the movie, at last—flashing lights and voiceover narration.

They say most of your brain shuts down in cryosleep. All but the primitive side. The animal side. No wonder I'm still awake.

The man's voice is not bad, Sherlock decides.