Post by Adam Byrne on May 21, 2016 9:59:57 GMT
Location: The Dive
Characters: Adam Byrne, Sam Thompson, Molly Moore, Arianne Jameson, Maxwell Valentine
{ So we suck, and didn't start logging til way late in the game. Have a summary and half a log! Woooo.}
The ladies were simply hanging out, bothering and agitating poor Ben with ridiculous orders for chocolate milk ( at a bar?! c'mon, Sam! ). Adam arrives with an entourage of burly men and bitches, but ditches them in favor of seeing if Sam is behaving. Which she clearly is not. Soon enough Max arrives, fresh off his boat, and surly.
paradise and sin: The way she fidgeted amused him, but that much wouldn't reflect in his face -- in fact, it didn't change at all, even with her cheeky answer. Always behaving? He'd witnessed otherwise. A simple shift had him taking up her personal space again, whatever little bit she might have taken back with her fidget; so they were shoulder to shoulder once again. Past her, the dark haired girl and another blonde with a voice that sounded closer to home than any other around here, and Irish Molly's brother grunted slightly, mostly to himself, as vision eased it's way back to Sam. Watching her face for far longer than what was necessary. Intimidation tactics could work wonders -- and generally showed you a person's true nature. She'd chosen fight over flight just a few nights past right here at this very bar, and gotten steel pulled on her for her troubles. "So you're not lookin' to start a brawl tonight, then?," he spoke just loud enough to be heard above the din of the crowd, and no more, Ireland's lilt only catching in certain bits of it -- like it was just a pinch of flavor, rather than something robust. Maxwell was not to be missed on his approach, and Adam straightened then; turning the broad span of his shoulders completely on Sam, to etch a crooked grin across his features in greeting his partner. "Val," he gruffly spoke; lifting out a decorated hand -- not to shake for introductions, but to clasp for bro-hugs. Because bros. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Yes, big scary people that probably demanded a lot of respect...but at the moment, Sam didn't give a fuck that Adam was virtually looming over her, even going as far as to try and stare her down, all she cared about was Ben...was the man hurt? Did he fall in the back and break his neck? Surely that was the only reason she didn't have her chili fries yet! The far simpler explanation was that the newest arrival had the wait staff hoping around like mad to fill drink orders and what not. Still, glazed eyes peeled from the taller man and a glance was shot back towards the kitchen, then back to her left at Ari, and finally Molly~ "Good Golly Miss Molly...I'm stealing a chip." ~Another curt nod as one of the chips was snatched out of the basket and dunked into the mango salsa to scoop out a heap of it. Only after the first bite...which turned out to be the only bite since the whole damn thing was popped into her mouth, did she turn to look back at Adam...just in time for him question her about fighting which of course earned a roll of her eyes...Tomas wasn't here, plus she was still feeling pretty mellow.~ "Naa braah..." ~The man was met with an equally blank expression, but soon the Cheshire grin was back and chin jutted towards Molly and Ari.~ "Well, unless one of these pretty guurls wanna throw down and see my sick moves." ~In bad taste and out of line? Probably, but damn if she wasn't on the verge of a giggle fit again for her own antics.~(D)
DarqueSuccubus00: Arianne snickered softly at Sam's antics and the not-so-subtle sneak attack on those chips and the way she popped it in her mouth fully. Which in turn made her pop a pickle into her mouth before wiggling and swiveling in her stool to face Molly and extend a hand now that she had one free. Shaking her hand gently, those sweetheart lips curled into a warm smile. "I'm Arianne Jameson. Ari for short. It's a real pleasure English Molly!" The hospitable Georgia peach was coming out in her now and she even went so far and to cross her legs at the ankles all lady like and shit and back straightening so that she was sitting properly instead of slumping which was what she really wanted being so worn out. "Can I get you a drink, Molly? Anything you want, honey. It's on me!" Looking around for Ben, she was quickly disappointed finding he wasn't behind the bar. Guess he was probably spitting in those chilli cheese fries most likely. -d-
paradise and sin: Yuuuppppp.
Molly on Holiday: She was a bit put off by being brushed off but, oh well. Couldn't please them all she supposed. Oh but it seemed she was having a chip knicked right from under her nose! How dare Sam!? Nah Molly didn't care, she just rolled her eyes a little at the lame joke she made beforehand. " If you want some Sam you don't have to make bad jokes to try and throw me off guard. You can just ask you know." She said with a grin. When Ari addressed her though she giggled a little at the caveat added to differentiate her from the other Molly. Hands were shaken and Molly was pleased, mostly because she wanted to make new friends and hoped to find people to hang out with in the area to keep her life interesting. " Happy to meet you Ari. I'm Molly... uh... Molly for short." She said with a grin before sipping her drink. " Mm.. oh? Well.. after this one if you insist.. I won't stop you." She said with another grin. As for the chilli fries, it amused her that Sam braved ordering the food here despite what she'd said about Ben's cooking. Maybe it was some more store bought stuff he just warmed up or some such thing though, like the salsa. Well.. except he didn't warm it up cuz that would be weird. " Throw down? Bloody hell .. I'm not the fighting type.. more the uh... drive expensive cars, drink good drinks and party type. " -d-
paradise and sin: Ben is a bartender, not a cook, FYI.
Sunday Leftovers: -The bruises along that lean and lithe abdomen were splotches of yellows and grays, just broad discolorations that held no definable origin. That bruising over his nose and left cheek, however, persisted in being an unsettling motley of reds and purples and yellows. Those hands, though, had healed fast. Clean and clear, he clasped the offered hand and bent his elbow down and in while continuing forward. Left hand patted Adam's back at the brief hug. He uplifted his chin in greeting after untangling from the bromance.- "First night in almost a week I took The Woody out for a quick bit of fun. I needed that." -The Woody being his personal cruiser, though for those that had no clue? Well, making shit awkward was his forte. Mint greens slid to Sam, giggling and tittering about like some freshly escaped asylum patient, and he slowly crossed his arms over his chest.- "I'm glad you went grocery shopping, Sam, but you didn't have copy my style." -Still standing in the conflagration of people exchanging pleasantries, he realized his error and sidestepped away to the far side of the bar. There was an issue, he had come to the realization before. Distance, attitude. It kept the foxes from trying to get into the hen house.-
paradise and sin: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, with the giggling. When the fuck did Mikaela start letting teenagers in the place? Annoyance skipped angular features on his lean in to match the hard smack of his hand against one of Max's shoulder blades. Posture straightening, he half turned to peer down at Sam, and then to the light and dark pair of her gaggle, and back to the ink-marked femme. "Moves, then? Gettin' shoved the fuck off a stool and talked to like a wee one? I'm sure they're quakin'." He even shivered to signal the sarcastic fear he spoke of, then turned back to Max -- making no move to lower his voice with what he said next. "I've a trio of Arch Holden's fingers in the truck. Is the man not gettin' enough milk, y'think? They snapped off as if they were flimsy as a birds wing." He tsked a little, clasped the taller man on the shoulder some, and smiled. "Think Mikaela might want them? I'll ask, " he mused. Lots to say for a man who rarely said a thing. Wicked glinted in his features now, and he squeezed Max's shoulder before easing away. "Maybe slip 'er a bit of tongue. She likes that, I hear." Backwards steps, moving him past Sam and her pack. -d-
Spots on a Peach: "Oh, you're a lover too Molly?"~Just after her quip about fighting, and as eyes were going back to Adam, she caught sight of the forgotten chocolate milk~ "Oh, fuck yeah!" ~Of course Sam wasn't quite the cunning linguist, and when you added intoxicants to the list, her vocabulary list got short real fast. Glass was snatched off the bar, held carefully in both hands lest she spill a single drop from the half empty vessel. With prize secured, she went back to the conversation, complete with a slow blink at the realization that Zima was now suddenly present.The backhanded compliment about her wardrobe...so of course she had to fire back~ "...The difference between me and you...I make this look good." ~It was just lacking a dawning of sunglasses and quick exit, but her all smiles outlook faded again when Adam chimed in about the altercation a few nights back.~ "You mean from senior fussy pants who couldn't take a joke?" ~True she'd been flung from the stool, but the man had attacked without warning, and in Sam's mind, without provocation, and stoned or not she had to defend her honor in front of the ladies!~ "I probably could have taken him if his fuckin' boyfriend didn't pull a gun on me." ~Yeah, the fight would have ended badly for Sam...but she sure as shit wasn't going to back down from Tomas, something something it wasn't the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.~(D)
DarqueSuccubus00: A few consecutive buzzes and dings came through on Ari's phone and she snatched it up with annoyance. Reading the texts she received, her face with from miffed to slack and she looked up to her lady friends and sighed. "Girls, I have to cut our night short. Have a little urgent matter that's come up. I really hope you enjoy the night." A finger was pointed at Sam and playfully shook as she began to smile a bit. "You stay outta trouble. I wanna be able to hit the beach tomorrow with you. Capiche?" Then, looking to Molly, she gave her a nod and a smile. "It was so great to meet you, and I hope you can maybe join me at the beach tomorrow as well!" -d-
Molly on Holiday: She smirked at that. " Wouldn't you like to know? Well actually... based on what I know about you, you might.." She said with a wicked grin and a wink. A reference to their previous conversation no doubt. But it seemed then that Sam's attention was divided, so she let the woman tend to the others that did not seem interested at all in conversing with her. She sipped her drink then, well sip is a bit of an understatement as she finished off the rest of it. From there she set the glass down and went back to her crisps, sitting down finally and crossing her legs as she did so with a strangely amused smirk on her face, resting her cheek in her hand as she watched the goings on around her trying to decide what the most amusing thing to do next might be. -d-
Sunday Leftovers: "His nose crumpled like an eggshell; guess the alcohol's finally catching up to him." -Father issues. They were a thing. As far as Max was concerned, there was nothing about the bond that looked the slightest bit healthy. Then, there was Mikaela's own confirmation that he was a piece of gutter shite. Still, he wondered how much of that was her true feelings. If Max disappeared the man for her one day, would it trigger some withheld vulnerability? Arch was, technically, her father. And, then came that comment. Slip her tongue. Tilt, following with a slow turn toward Adam. There was a study of two seconds or so, judging whether the man was issuing it in jest or not.- "Yeah... let's not go down that road, Adam. We're a thing, so no sexual comments about my girl." -The way of guys; a setting of boundaries.-
paradise and sin: The way of guys who understood, and respected one another. Keen understanding lit it's way into dark eyes, and it may have been subtle, but the nod was there -- and already his attention was returning to Sam. Why, why, Sam? She was like a puppy. Constantly peeing on the floor, despite all the precautions taken against that. It took barely a movement at all, and made easier by the newly vacant seat beside her, and the back of her shorn skull was cupped in a palm nearly as big, and she was tipped back -- waaaayyy back, even if she struggled, though she might not want to struggle too much. Never know. He might have weak arms. Tipped off balance, and the man leaned in to follow.. Might be he found someone knew to slip the tongue? Nope. Cheek to cheek though, so gravelly accent was close to her ear. "Keep in mind, girly, there are plenty in this town who can't take a joke. You think he was fussy? I'm the king of it. Mind where ya step. Don't want to see y'trip." Figuratively of course. That ``trip`` could easily come in the form of a boat ride out to sea, and pretty tattooed chum for the sharks. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Sam would have been more than happy to jump back on Mollys comment, had she actually heard it, despite being right next to the woman...all she was focused on was Adam who had been making his way...elsewhere? Off to do broodingthings somewhere...or had been in any case. Shit going sideways seemed to follow Sam around like white on rice, everywhere she went in Marathon, things got fucky. The hand in her hair happened before she even realized, and was the reason for the near guttural hiss that followed. Hands shot up in a frantic search for anything to get ahold of in an attempt to balance herself in the precarious lean, and while one was able to take purchase on the lip of the bar itself, the other soon found itself clenched around Adams wrist...or at least as much around the wrist as she could get. The smart part of her knew not to jerk one way or another, only using her hand to try and keep the tension to a minimum. And there was a first for everything, Sam was actually able to bite her tongue this go around and didn't lash out with the standard 'you fucking cunt' that had been on the tip of her tongue...no no, instead it wasn't until Adam had himself cheek to cheek that she piped up.~ "...wait, king of being fussy? Or King of not being able to take a joke? I'm getting really mixed signals here." ~A joke? or at least the attempt there of? So why not crown it with a cherry on top.~ "Nngh, if you're gonna pull my hair, you can at least slap my ass." ~It was probably to much...but she was grinning despite the circumstances~(D)
Molly on Holiday: Blues widened a bit when she saw Sam wind up in the arms of.. well.. whomever that guy was. " I thought you said you were some kind of a lez-..." She almost blurted, a grin on her that was wipped clean off of her face in mid sentence when she realized how rude what she almost said actually was. She blushed at that and hushed herself, eating more chips as she turned away a bit, embarassed and promising herself that she would apologize to Sam both for outting her so mindlessly and being so flippant about it on top of it. -d-
Spots on a Peach: Max went back to play with his woody.
paradise and sin: For a moment he idly wondered if she was a wee bit touched in the head. The whole point of it had been to knock off the jokes, and here she piped up with more. Or maybe, his thoughts shifted, she'd come to Marathon to die. After all wasn't that what happened when you provoked the wrong people? He could truly let go her clarification of what he was fussy about, but the innuendo there at the end brought his head up sharply and for a moment, nearly nose to nose, he stared down at her. Then one eye twitched, and she was let go completely; his heel catching one of the two stool legs currently on the ground to help with the process. It wasn't a slap, no, but he could certainly drop her on her ass for her. Straightening, his hand scraped through the loose fall of nut-brown hair, and he turned steely gaze on the blonde Brit sitting there with her cheeks red and a mouth full of chips. "Your friend's got a mouth on her that's going to get her tongue removed from it, darlin'," the cadence of Ireland drawled out in an accent much closer to Molly's than anyone elses here tonight. "Might see to it she understands that, eh?" Well, now he was irritated and since Mikaela was out of the question, and the four chuckleheads he'd come in with bled the man to annoyance as well, he settled on leaving the Dive all together; phone already out to thumb through to find one of the regulars on his roster, for a much better way to get rid of aggression than spilling blood under the Network's nose. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~That?! That was what Molly was concerned about! Sam currently had someone latched onto her skull that could have easily ripped out chunks of hair, however short...but the English woman was worried about having outted her? They really were more polite over there! Sadly, Sam was still far more focused on the problem at hand...or who's hand was causing the problem. Sea greens were unwavering in the final stare down, not entirely out of a sense of bravado, but confusion, he still hadn't answered the question! Nor was he going to apparently. When his hand loosed what hair she had, her hand loosed his wrist...and half a heartbeat later, the stool was kicked out from beneath her. Thankfully it was a short fall...Sam landed more or less on her ass with a fleshy thud and a grunt, but was quick to her feet again, just the same as with Tomas, only no gun this time...Adam was leaving, and Sams high was nearly gone thanks to the spike of adrenaline, leaving her with a wounded ego. All this in front of a new friend! No matter what she felt deep down, there was still a mask to wear. Eyes darted from Adam after the man left, to Molly and a little huff was offered.~ "Well, I fuckin' hope not. I need my tongue...you know us Lezzers." ~It was Mollys word, not her, just to add a bit more to Mollys own squirming....one of these days she was really going to dig her own grave...just not tonight.~ "...I need some air, wanna go for a walk?" ~There was plenty of context between the lines, mostly that Sam just needed to get the hell out of the bar, and fast.~(D)
Molly on Holiday: She felt now, not only insensitive but dense on top of it for not recognizing the situation for what it was. " Hey, it's... you shouldn't treat women like that mug you some kind of- hey!" She frowned seeing Sam hit the ground while the guy made his ominous threat. She thought better to try and stop him from leaving or doing anything foolish herself like provoke him. If he was willing to do that to Sam after all, who knew what he might do to her right? Plus Sam was probably tougher than her, as Molly wasn't kidding when she said she wasn't a fighter. She blushed harder at hearing Molly repeat her, which caused her to frown as she moved to help Sam up. " I'm sorry, I'll.. stop using that word it's really very rude and I wasn't thinking an-... yeah.. yeah we can do that." She said. " I'll even get you something to eat if you're hungry." -d-
Characters: Adam Byrne, Sam Thompson, Molly Moore, Arianne Jameson, Maxwell Valentine
{ So we suck, and didn't start logging til way late in the game. Have a summary and half a log! Woooo.}
The ladies were simply hanging out, bothering and agitating poor Ben with ridiculous orders for chocolate milk ( at a bar?! c'mon, Sam! ). Adam arrives with an entourage of burly men and bitches, but ditches them in favor of seeing if Sam is behaving. Which she clearly is not. Soon enough Max arrives, fresh off his boat, and surly.
paradise and sin: The way she fidgeted amused him, but that much wouldn't reflect in his face -- in fact, it didn't change at all, even with her cheeky answer. Always behaving? He'd witnessed otherwise. A simple shift had him taking up her personal space again, whatever little bit she might have taken back with her fidget; so they were shoulder to shoulder once again. Past her, the dark haired girl and another blonde with a voice that sounded closer to home than any other around here, and Irish Molly's brother grunted slightly, mostly to himself, as vision eased it's way back to Sam. Watching her face for far longer than what was necessary. Intimidation tactics could work wonders -- and generally showed you a person's true nature. She'd chosen fight over flight just a few nights past right here at this very bar, and gotten steel pulled on her for her troubles. "So you're not lookin' to start a brawl tonight, then?," he spoke just loud enough to be heard above the din of the crowd, and no more, Ireland's lilt only catching in certain bits of it -- like it was just a pinch of flavor, rather than something robust. Maxwell was not to be missed on his approach, and Adam straightened then; turning the broad span of his shoulders completely on Sam, to etch a crooked grin across his features in greeting his partner. "Val," he gruffly spoke; lifting out a decorated hand -- not to shake for introductions, but to clasp for bro-hugs. Because bros. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Yes, big scary people that probably demanded a lot of respect...but at the moment, Sam didn't give a fuck that Adam was virtually looming over her, even going as far as to try and stare her down, all she cared about was Ben...was the man hurt? Did he fall in the back and break his neck? Surely that was the only reason she didn't have her chili fries yet! The far simpler explanation was that the newest arrival had the wait staff hoping around like mad to fill drink orders and what not. Still, glazed eyes peeled from the taller man and a glance was shot back towards the kitchen, then back to her left at Ari, and finally Molly~ "Good Golly Miss Molly...I'm stealing a chip." ~Another curt nod as one of the chips was snatched out of the basket and dunked into the mango salsa to scoop out a heap of it. Only after the first bite...which turned out to be the only bite since the whole damn thing was popped into her mouth, did she turn to look back at Adam...just in time for him question her about fighting which of course earned a roll of her eyes...Tomas wasn't here, plus she was still feeling pretty mellow.~ "Naa braah..." ~The man was met with an equally blank expression, but soon the Cheshire grin was back and chin jutted towards Molly and Ari.~ "Well, unless one of these pretty guurls wanna throw down and see my sick moves." ~In bad taste and out of line? Probably, but damn if she wasn't on the verge of a giggle fit again for her own antics.~(D)
DarqueSuccubus00: Arianne snickered softly at Sam's antics and the not-so-subtle sneak attack on those chips and the way she popped it in her mouth fully. Which in turn made her pop a pickle into her mouth before wiggling and swiveling in her stool to face Molly and extend a hand now that she had one free. Shaking her hand gently, those sweetheart lips curled into a warm smile. "I'm Arianne Jameson. Ari for short. It's a real pleasure English Molly!" The hospitable Georgia peach was coming out in her now and she even went so far and to cross her legs at the ankles all lady like and shit and back straightening so that she was sitting properly instead of slumping which was what she really wanted being so worn out. "Can I get you a drink, Molly? Anything you want, honey. It's on me!" Looking around for Ben, she was quickly disappointed finding he wasn't behind the bar. Guess he was probably spitting in those chilli cheese fries most likely. -d-
paradise and sin: Yuuuppppp.
Molly on Holiday: She was a bit put off by being brushed off but, oh well. Couldn't please them all she supposed. Oh but it seemed she was having a chip knicked right from under her nose! How dare Sam!? Nah Molly didn't care, she just rolled her eyes a little at the lame joke she made beforehand. " If you want some Sam you don't have to make bad jokes to try and throw me off guard. You can just ask you know." She said with a grin. When Ari addressed her though she giggled a little at the caveat added to differentiate her from the other Molly. Hands were shaken and Molly was pleased, mostly because she wanted to make new friends and hoped to find people to hang out with in the area to keep her life interesting. " Happy to meet you Ari. I'm Molly... uh... Molly for short." She said with a grin before sipping her drink. " Mm.. oh? Well.. after this one if you insist.. I won't stop you." She said with another grin. As for the chilli fries, it amused her that Sam braved ordering the food here despite what she'd said about Ben's cooking. Maybe it was some more store bought stuff he just warmed up or some such thing though, like the salsa. Well.. except he didn't warm it up cuz that would be weird. " Throw down? Bloody hell .. I'm not the fighting type.. more the uh... drive expensive cars, drink good drinks and party type. " -d-
paradise and sin: Ben is a bartender, not a cook, FYI.
Sunday Leftovers: -The bruises along that lean and lithe abdomen were splotches of yellows and grays, just broad discolorations that held no definable origin. That bruising over his nose and left cheek, however, persisted in being an unsettling motley of reds and purples and yellows. Those hands, though, had healed fast. Clean and clear, he clasped the offered hand and bent his elbow down and in while continuing forward. Left hand patted Adam's back at the brief hug. He uplifted his chin in greeting after untangling from the bromance.- "First night in almost a week I took The Woody out for a quick bit of fun. I needed that." -The Woody being his personal cruiser, though for those that had no clue? Well, making shit awkward was his forte. Mint greens slid to Sam, giggling and tittering about like some freshly escaped asylum patient, and he slowly crossed his arms over his chest.- "I'm glad you went grocery shopping, Sam, but you didn't have copy my style." -Still standing in the conflagration of people exchanging pleasantries, he realized his error and sidestepped away to the far side of the bar. There was an issue, he had come to the realization before. Distance, attitude. It kept the foxes from trying to get into the hen house.-
paradise and sin: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, with the giggling. When the fuck did Mikaela start letting teenagers in the place? Annoyance skipped angular features on his lean in to match the hard smack of his hand against one of Max's shoulder blades. Posture straightening, he half turned to peer down at Sam, and then to the light and dark pair of her gaggle, and back to the ink-marked femme. "Moves, then? Gettin' shoved the fuck off a stool and talked to like a wee one? I'm sure they're quakin'." He even shivered to signal the sarcastic fear he spoke of, then turned back to Max -- making no move to lower his voice with what he said next. "I've a trio of Arch Holden's fingers in the truck. Is the man not gettin' enough milk, y'think? They snapped off as if they were flimsy as a birds wing." He tsked a little, clasped the taller man on the shoulder some, and smiled. "Think Mikaela might want them? I'll ask, " he mused. Lots to say for a man who rarely said a thing. Wicked glinted in his features now, and he squeezed Max's shoulder before easing away. "Maybe slip 'er a bit of tongue. She likes that, I hear." Backwards steps, moving him past Sam and her pack. -d-
Spots on a Peach: "Oh, you're a lover too Molly?"~Just after her quip about fighting, and as eyes were going back to Adam, she caught sight of the forgotten chocolate milk~ "Oh, fuck yeah!" ~Of course Sam wasn't quite the cunning linguist, and when you added intoxicants to the list, her vocabulary list got short real fast. Glass was snatched off the bar, held carefully in both hands lest she spill a single drop from the half empty vessel. With prize secured, she went back to the conversation, complete with a slow blink at the realization that Zima was now suddenly present.The backhanded compliment about her wardrobe...so of course she had to fire back~ "...The difference between me and you...I make this look good." ~It was just lacking a dawning of sunglasses and quick exit, but her all smiles outlook faded again when Adam chimed in about the altercation a few nights back.~ "You mean from senior fussy pants who couldn't take a joke?" ~True she'd been flung from the stool, but the man had attacked without warning, and in Sam's mind, without provocation, and stoned or not she had to defend her honor in front of the ladies!~ "I probably could have taken him if his fuckin' boyfriend didn't pull a gun on me." ~Yeah, the fight would have ended badly for Sam...but she sure as shit wasn't going to back down from Tomas, something something it wasn't the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.~(D)
DarqueSuccubus00: A few consecutive buzzes and dings came through on Ari's phone and she snatched it up with annoyance. Reading the texts she received, her face with from miffed to slack and she looked up to her lady friends and sighed. "Girls, I have to cut our night short. Have a little urgent matter that's come up. I really hope you enjoy the night." A finger was pointed at Sam and playfully shook as she began to smile a bit. "You stay outta trouble. I wanna be able to hit the beach tomorrow with you. Capiche?" Then, looking to Molly, she gave her a nod and a smile. "It was so great to meet you, and I hope you can maybe join me at the beach tomorrow as well!" -d-
Molly on Holiday: She smirked at that. " Wouldn't you like to know? Well actually... based on what I know about you, you might.." She said with a wicked grin and a wink. A reference to their previous conversation no doubt. But it seemed then that Sam's attention was divided, so she let the woman tend to the others that did not seem interested at all in conversing with her. She sipped her drink then, well sip is a bit of an understatement as she finished off the rest of it. From there she set the glass down and went back to her crisps, sitting down finally and crossing her legs as she did so with a strangely amused smirk on her face, resting her cheek in her hand as she watched the goings on around her trying to decide what the most amusing thing to do next might be. -d-
Sunday Leftovers: "His nose crumpled like an eggshell; guess the alcohol's finally catching up to him." -Father issues. They were a thing. As far as Max was concerned, there was nothing about the bond that looked the slightest bit healthy. Then, there was Mikaela's own confirmation that he was a piece of gutter shite. Still, he wondered how much of that was her true feelings. If Max disappeared the man for her one day, would it trigger some withheld vulnerability? Arch was, technically, her father. And, then came that comment. Slip her tongue. Tilt, following with a slow turn toward Adam. There was a study of two seconds or so, judging whether the man was issuing it in jest or not.- "Yeah... let's not go down that road, Adam. We're a thing, so no sexual comments about my girl." -The way of guys; a setting of boundaries.-
paradise and sin: The way of guys who understood, and respected one another. Keen understanding lit it's way into dark eyes, and it may have been subtle, but the nod was there -- and already his attention was returning to Sam. Why, why, Sam? She was like a puppy. Constantly peeing on the floor, despite all the precautions taken against that. It took barely a movement at all, and made easier by the newly vacant seat beside her, and the back of her shorn skull was cupped in a palm nearly as big, and she was tipped back -- waaaayyy back, even if she struggled, though she might not want to struggle too much. Never know. He might have weak arms. Tipped off balance, and the man leaned in to follow.. Might be he found someone knew to slip the tongue? Nope. Cheek to cheek though, so gravelly accent was close to her ear. "Keep in mind, girly, there are plenty in this town who can't take a joke. You think he was fussy? I'm the king of it. Mind where ya step. Don't want to see y'trip." Figuratively of course. That ``trip`` could easily come in the form of a boat ride out to sea, and pretty tattooed chum for the sharks. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Sam would have been more than happy to jump back on Mollys comment, had she actually heard it, despite being right next to the woman...all she was focused on was Adam who had been making his way...elsewhere? Off to do broodingthings somewhere...or had been in any case. Shit going sideways seemed to follow Sam around like white on rice, everywhere she went in Marathon, things got fucky. The hand in her hair happened before she even realized, and was the reason for the near guttural hiss that followed. Hands shot up in a frantic search for anything to get ahold of in an attempt to balance herself in the precarious lean, and while one was able to take purchase on the lip of the bar itself, the other soon found itself clenched around Adams wrist...or at least as much around the wrist as she could get. The smart part of her knew not to jerk one way or another, only using her hand to try and keep the tension to a minimum. And there was a first for everything, Sam was actually able to bite her tongue this go around and didn't lash out with the standard 'you fucking cunt' that had been on the tip of her tongue...no no, instead it wasn't until Adam had himself cheek to cheek that she piped up.~ "...wait, king of being fussy? Or King of not being able to take a joke? I'm getting really mixed signals here." ~A joke? or at least the attempt there of? So why not crown it with a cherry on top.~ "Nngh, if you're gonna pull my hair, you can at least slap my ass." ~It was probably to much...but she was grinning despite the circumstances~(D)
Molly on Holiday: Blues widened a bit when she saw Sam wind up in the arms of.. well.. whomever that guy was. " I thought you said you were some kind of a lez-..." She almost blurted, a grin on her that was wipped clean off of her face in mid sentence when she realized how rude what she almost said actually was. She blushed at that and hushed herself, eating more chips as she turned away a bit, embarassed and promising herself that she would apologize to Sam both for outting her so mindlessly and being so flippant about it on top of it. -d-
Spots on a Peach: Max went back to play with his woody.
paradise and sin: For a moment he idly wondered if she was a wee bit touched in the head. The whole point of it had been to knock off the jokes, and here she piped up with more. Or maybe, his thoughts shifted, she'd come to Marathon to die. After all wasn't that what happened when you provoked the wrong people? He could truly let go her clarification of what he was fussy about, but the innuendo there at the end brought his head up sharply and for a moment, nearly nose to nose, he stared down at her. Then one eye twitched, and she was let go completely; his heel catching one of the two stool legs currently on the ground to help with the process. It wasn't a slap, no, but he could certainly drop her on her ass for her. Straightening, his hand scraped through the loose fall of nut-brown hair, and he turned steely gaze on the blonde Brit sitting there with her cheeks red and a mouth full of chips. "Your friend's got a mouth on her that's going to get her tongue removed from it, darlin'," the cadence of Ireland drawled out in an accent much closer to Molly's than anyone elses here tonight. "Might see to it she understands that, eh?" Well, now he was irritated and since Mikaela was out of the question, and the four chuckleheads he'd come in with bled the man to annoyance as well, he settled on leaving the Dive all together; phone already out to thumb through to find one of the regulars on his roster, for a much better way to get rid of aggression than spilling blood under the Network's nose. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~That?! That was what Molly was concerned about! Sam currently had someone latched onto her skull that could have easily ripped out chunks of hair, however short...but the English woman was worried about having outted her? They really were more polite over there! Sadly, Sam was still far more focused on the problem at hand...or who's hand was causing the problem. Sea greens were unwavering in the final stare down, not entirely out of a sense of bravado, but confusion, he still hadn't answered the question! Nor was he going to apparently. When his hand loosed what hair she had, her hand loosed his wrist...and half a heartbeat later, the stool was kicked out from beneath her. Thankfully it was a short fall...Sam landed more or less on her ass with a fleshy thud and a grunt, but was quick to her feet again, just the same as with Tomas, only no gun this time...Adam was leaving, and Sams high was nearly gone thanks to the spike of adrenaline, leaving her with a wounded ego. All this in front of a new friend! No matter what she felt deep down, there was still a mask to wear. Eyes darted from Adam after the man left, to Molly and a little huff was offered.~ "Well, I fuckin' hope not. I need my tongue...you know us Lezzers." ~It was Mollys word, not her, just to add a bit more to Mollys own squirming....one of these days she was really going to dig her own grave...just not tonight.~ "...I need some air, wanna go for a walk?" ~There was plenty of context between the lines, mostly that Sam just needed to get the hell out of the bar, and fast.~(D)
Molly on Holiday: She felt now, not only insensitive but dense on top of it for not recognizing the situation for what it was. " Hey, it's... you shouldn't treat women like that mug you some kind of- hey!" She frowned seeing Sam hit the ground while the guy made his ominous threat. She thought better to try and stop him from leaving or doing anything foolish herself like provoke him. If he was willing to do that to Sam after all, who knew what he might do to her right? Plus Sam was probably tougher than her, as Molly wasn't kidding when she said she wasn't a fighter. She blushed harder at hearing Molly repeat her, which caused her to frown as she moved to help Sam up. " I'm sorry, I'll.. stop using that word it's really very rude and I wasn't thinking an-... yeah.. yeah we can do that." She said. " I'll even get you something to eat if you're hungry." -d-
