Sampson }} I'm so glad that I'll never fit in

[rachel marie sand]

So far, Rachel didn't like Richmond much. Too many rich folks with fancy cars that her pops wasn't really qualified to fix. everyone here had big time college degrees it seemed, even the guys in the garage. Her pop did good work all the same, but she wished they'd hitch up the RV and go somewhere else. She liked small towns, country towns. The city folk didn't like gypsies. That's what she considered herself and her dad. Riding around the country. She'd already been to every state, excluding Hawaii and Alaska of course, you couldn't get there in an RV or on a motorcycle.

Rachel was still saving up for her own bike of course, and she kept blowing money on tattoos. but what could she say? She liked them. At this moment she was busy showing her newest one off at the pool hall. It was the only place that felt close enough to what her lose idea of home was. Too bad it wasn't smoky and full off good looking men...

[reindhart]

sampson walked in to the pool hall, a cigarette was hangoug out of his mouth kind of like popeye and his pipe, he had a tight black t-shirt on--or at least, sleeve tight considering he was rather muscular, and a pair of jeans, casual and nothing special. the only thing special about his outfit was the pair of sunglasses he dawned on his eyes (even at night), and the leather jacket he had his finger hooked into the collar and was holding it over his back.

very much like any pool hall you might find, the one in richmond had the cowboy-era swinging doors after you got past the front hall, and sampson, he owned this look. the pool hall, it was his kind of place. casual, fun, and a beer or seven.

he hung his leather jacket up on a hook and headed over to the bar, rapped it with his knuckles and was given a beer not long after. the pool hall had been serving sam a while, underage or not. he scanned the room, looking for a girl to hang out with. and that's when he saw her--

leaning back against the bar sitting on a bar stool in a bare shouldered shirt and short shorts, her legs stretched for miles, and her hair was blonde and bouncy--just the way sampson always thought a girl should have her hair. she was laughing, beer in hand, surrounded by men. of course, someone like her wouldn't be alone. but something about her seemed detatched like she'd rather be elsewhere, and sam--he was good at being that elsewhere.

"'scuse me, gents. i believe it's my turn now." he winked at the girl, when sampson was cocky, it was just for show, he'd probablly burst into laughter if those goons didn't leave soon. taking note of who they were intruding on, the others guys did leave mumbling the whole way. "you looked...to put this lightly, really fucking bored." he told her with a grin.

[rachel marie sand]

Some gentlemen, if they could be called that, were hovering around her. Trying to pick her up, and act all cool. She could tell this wasn't really where some of them belonged. Sighing, she flagged the waiter down for a beer and while they all dug in their pockets to pay for it, she gave the bartender her money. Rachel wasn't rich in any sense of the word, but she didn't like guys treating her like she was just any girl. She'd never been a girly girl, and she wasn't going to take their charity.

That's when a man who really had the look came over to join her. She cracked him a little smile and took a swig of her beer. "I was really fucking bored. You gonna try to entertain me cowboy?" She said, eyeing him up and down. The man was hot, that was for certain. Her accent was pretty southern but it had a little mix of a lot of things, since she'd moved around so much.

[reindhart]

sampson laughed, running a hand through his short hair, "you, my dear, are intimidating." he said in a rough, joking voice. she was though, drop dead gorgeous, with a killer attitude to match. he pursed his lips. "and that is quite the tattoo you have there." he pointed out, gesturing to her shoulder with his beer-laden hand.

"let's get me a couple more rounds, and then i'll take you out on the dance floor." he winked, sampson wasn't a dancer--not until he got himself a couple of beers anyway. finishing off his first, he hailed the bartender and ordered to more, "next one's on you." he hadn't missed the men before him get completely embarassed only a minute or two ago. he would not make the same mistake. but he probablly would slip the couple bucks into her bag before he left. "you just passing through?" richmond wasn't the smallest town, but the people that came to the pool hall were usually regulars, a couple chicks came as a group from time to time but that was about it. none ever alone.

[rachel marie sand]

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She laughed lightly when he said she was intimidating. "What can I say? I must just be too much woman for you to handle." She teased lightly and kicked out the stool next to her with her foot, offering him a seat. "Thanks, its my newest one." She said taking another swig of her beer.

She chuckled again when he said the next one was on her, the grin staying on her lips as she spun her bottle around lightly on the bar. "Eventually I will." She was always passing through. Home wasn't a place it was a state of mind. She and her dad would leave eventually. She'd never found a place she had wanted to settle down in, or anybody to settle with for that matter. "At least a couple of months until I do, probably."

[reindhart]

sampson grinned, "touche." he said with a nod, taking the stool she'd kicked out for him cleverly with her cowboy boot daunting foot. she pulled the whole sexy southern look off well, and it definitely helped that her accent hinted most at a southern one. he couldn't help but notice the rest of it though. "now, where the hell is that accent from, it sounds like everything." he pointed out, looking on at her curiously. he'd never met a girl like her before.

"you travel? well, that would explain why i never see you around. i hope you don't leave too soon though." he told her, holding his beer out for a cheers. it would suck for her to just plant herself in his head and then take off, leaving him always thinking of the could have been.

"it doesn't get hard? rooting yourself up every couple of months?" he wondered curiously, sampson didn't think he ever could have done it, maybe she had no choice in the matter.

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel offered him a little smirk of a smile and tapped her bottle to his before taking a swig of her beer. She didn't answer him right away, just waited for all his predictable questions to go by, she watched him thoughtfully while he spoke, just so he'd know she was listening.

"Me and my pops have always lived like gypsies. Don't think I've lived in a place longer than a year... except for before I was ten." She said. "Ma died when I was three, and pa didn't wanna root me up before I could ride on the back of his bike." She shrugged as if it were the most natural thing to ride on the back of your father's motor cycle at ten years old.

"I've lived in 48 states, it doesn't bother me none. Home is a state 'a mind." She said. Rachel preferred a little air of mystery. Didn't tell him where she'd lived those ten years, or that she lived in an RV and had to count every penny. She didn't say she only had a high school diploma but was as sharp as a tack. People always looked down on you when you were poor and didn't go to college. Anyone else would have called her white trash, not that it bothered her. She was too tough for that. But she liked to keep some cards close to the vest.

[reindhart]

sampson watched her carefully while she explained, without him even noticing he'd shifted himself a little closer to her. it was like he was really being drawn in by her words. they'd moved around like gypsies? well, that was different. sampson was curious as to how the lifestyle actually was, sure, she said it didn't bother her none, but was the the honest truth or would she really have liked to settle and put down roots somewhere where she could make friends, and a life of her own?

"48 states, you know, now a days i think they make cars that can turn into boats or something, but it's probably this whole really ritzy expensive operation funded by the chinese government. you could get to hawaii then." sampson said jokingly, shrugging his shoulders. sampson could easily afford one of those floating cars. but he didn't say that, sure, he was rich without having done anything, but sampson had skipped college and gone right to using his hands and doing what he knew best. working on cars.

sampson grinned, "i like the way you think, --" he paused, wanting to call her by name, but he realized he didn't know hers. he started to chuckle, shaking his head before he ran his hand through his hair again, slightly embarassed, "i don't think i even know your name." he admitted, smiling with bared teeth. all this time they'd been talking and he had no idea what her name was!

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel laughed a little when he mentioned floating cars and said, "I'll have to remember that." Truth was, she had no cash for a plane ticket, much less a floating car. She figured she had time to get to Alaska and Hawaii before she died. She was only 21 after all, had her whole life ahead of her.

"I'm Rachel," She said with a little smirk, watching him handle his embarrassment. "And you? Got a name cowboy?" She said with a little chuckle taking a long swig from her beer and sending the empty bottle sliding down the bar to the bartender. She was a pro at that, she'd been doing it long before she was legal.

This boy wasn't like anyone she had met here yet. He seemed real to her.

[reindhart]

sampson grinned, deciding suddenly to mess with her a little, "a name? okay, well you see, the thing is, i'm on the run from the cops. and so i gotta lay low. for now,just call me bond, james bond." he laughed at his own corny joked and held out his hand to formally introduce himself, "nahh, the names sampson." he told her, with a nod. sam actually like his name, minus the middle part and last since it belonged to his father. he would even take his wifes last name when--if he ever got married, just to change it.

"who you calling cowboy, huh? you got the boots on cowgirl." he told her, knocking her foot lightly with his own. "and they do look pretty cute on you." sampson complimented easily. it was obvious she was a gorgeous girl, and it didn't do anyone any good to hide from the obvious. sampson watched her clever bar trick.

"shit, now you have to teach me how to do that." he told her, his eyes slightly wide, he slid her a beer--on him, but not obnoxiously.

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel laughed. "You got magic hair Sampson?" She joked with her eyebrows raised, obviously alluding to Sampson and Delilah in the Bible. All Sampson's strength was in his hair and Delilah chopped it off.

"Why thanks shuga (sugar)," She said with a little wink as he complimented her shoes. "And I'll call you cowboy if I wanna, Sammy."

She saw she slipped her a drink, obviously wanting to pay for her, and frankly, she didn't wanna waste more money on beer so she took it and took a swig. "Just cause its you, I'll let you pay." She said, like she was genuinely doing him a favor instead of the other way around. She hadn't let on she was poor yet, at least she hoped not. "And I'll teach ya when you're finished with yours." She said nodding to his bottle.

[reindhart]

sampson took her hand and rubbed his head with it, [/b]"you tell me, feeling lucky yet?"[/b] he teased, clashing the bible with google's classic button. "but i am pretty magical." he said with an innocent shrug. by now, she'd be able to tell he was kidding, and definitely not actually as cocky as he let on.

"i kind of like that, rachel rascal. i'll call you rascal." he decided promptly, nodding his head once as if it was a done deal then.

sampson, ever the gentlemen, felt lucky--privledged even, that she let him pay for her. it didn't seem to be something she did often, if ever, and sam liked the fact that he was special. especially to her. "alright then, bottoms up." he said,flipping his beer back into his mouth until it was empty. he finished rather easily. "like a pro." he told her setting his beer on the bar and looking at her with searching puppy eyes, as if to say--okay, go.

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel laughed. "Alrighty, you can call me Rascal and I'll call ya Cowboy. Fair?" She asked, actually liking the idea of a nickname. Usually it was just her dad calling her Rach. "And I'm always lucky, don't think you got anything to do with it." She teased back taking a small sip of her beer for punctuation.

Then she chuckled as he finished his beer and presented her with the bottle. She set hers down and gripped the bottle lightly at the bottom. "Now see, you gotta twist your hand back so all your fingers point at cha, like a frisbee. You don't let go until its going the right direction. The rest of it is aim." She said explaining it, with a few motions included before she set the bottle in front of him. "Start small. Spin it to me cowboy."

[reindhart]

"fair enough." he said with an approving nod, he kind of liked their nicknames. like cheech and chong but way better and he was hoping they'd become more then best friends, which they weren't...yet. "oh you never know, maybe this whole time someone was taking my luck from me and giving it to you, and now that we've met? reversed roles." it could happen, and it made for an interesting outlook on things.

sampson listened to her closely, mimed her hand movements and nodded. he could do this, it was easy! so he lined himself up and let it rip--and it fell over and clattered around on the bar. "well...shit. what about this?" he rolled the beer to her, the glass made a little humming noise until it reached her and sam grinned proudly. that was the sampson way, if you couldn't do it, find a way around it.

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel laughed brightly and shook her head a little. "I guess you need a little practice. I can be your tutor. Want me to come over after school?" She said teasing him and reaching out to ruffle his hair like he was a kid. Seriously though, she wouldn't mind making more bar dates with him. She liked his company.

"Didn't you say something about dancing with me Cowboy, or do you need more alcohol to make a fool of yourself?" She said with a little smirk and her eyebrows raised. She wasn't a huge dancer, but it was fun and she wouldn't mind getting a little cozy with him. Rachel took a few sips of her beer, she hadn't finished this one of course, and she couldn't really afford to leave it and get another later, so maybe she shouldn't have brought it up....