Pissy Sam is Pissy [rp for absit_omens]

[likely_evil]

ooc: takes place after this conversation, the night before this post goes up.

Sam slipped on his sandals and left his room, pulling out his cell phone. He dialed Anna's number, hoping that she wasn't busy.

"Hey Anna, it's Sam. Join me for a few beers?"

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[likely_evil]

"We don't have to. I just thought..." he sighed. "Nevermind..."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"I- I just don't- I haven't talked about it since--" She shook her head, hands beginning to shake slightly as she felt the flashbacks clawing their way to the front of her mind.

[likely_evil]

"I know. Forget it. I just... yeah, I'm batting a thousand today." He sat down in the sand, lacing his hands over his head.