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]

"Have you been enjoying yourself while being here?" he asked softly, looking out at the water again.

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It's almost heaven. I have never seen Dean so content."

[likely_evil]

"He's surrounded by barely clad women and alcohol. He's in heaven."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"He actually hasn't been paying much attention to the women around here." She said, the surprise evident in her tone. "I was beginning to question whether or not he's got heat stroke."

[likely_evil]

"Maybe he's happy with the view he already has, and just didn't realize it."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

If there was ever a time she was happy Sam couldn't really see her face, it was now. Because she was sunset red and biting her lip - telltale signs that she was flustered.

"He must just be... distracted by the hammock. It is comfortable, you know..."

[likely_evil]

"So I've heard. A bit lumpy though, depending on which one you climb into." He teased her.

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, Dean can be relatively lumpy." She said with a chuckle.

[likely_evil]

"You just have to punch the lumps back into place," Sam smirked.