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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[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"Now, now Sammy. I'm a little more gentle with his lump."

[likely_evil]

There was the eyeroll she was probably expecting. "I thought we made an agreement not to go there when we talk..."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"Right. Sorry." She said with a laugh.

[likely_evil]

Sam just chuckled. Then he cleared his throat.

"Just as long as you don't try to start hitting on my lumps again, we'll be fine."

[absit-omens.livejournal.com]

"I'm not drunk so I think we're okay."

[likely_evil]

"Good." He smiled.