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Post by reindhart on Aug 18, 2010 19:21:06 GMT -5
sampson frowned, looking down at the floor, then back up at her with bashful eyes, "my parents are never home after school or ever. in fact, they live somewhere else entirely, so i suppose you could come over anytime." he told her with a wink, a not so subtle way at flirting. sampson wasn't like that though, not the whole one night stand thing, no, that wasn't him. and he rather enjoyed her company.
sampson stood and held out his hand to lead her onto the dance floor, "might as well just do it." he said with a determined nod, leading her to the rather desolate dance floor, screw it, they'd dance--only ones or not! "i'll warn you, i have a knack for embarassing myself,really." he told her, making sure she wasn't having second thoughts.
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Post by rachel marie sand on Aug 18, 2010 19:27:50 GMT -5
"I never would have guessed," She sarcastically. He'd embarrassed himself several times in front of her already. Rachel followed him out onto the dance floor, boots clicking on the floor and thumbs through her belt loops. She was a country music girl really, but she could deal with the other stuff they were playing. She sort of hoped he'd take the lead, not that she wanted to be out of control, she just wasn't sure how he wanted to dance exactly. She swayed and rolled her hips a little to the beat.
"I suppose I could come over anytime, that would require a few things though." She said, her eyes sparkling. "For one, I'd have to know where you lived." Rachel was going to add that she didn't want to be the other woman so was he single, but she decided not to say anything so blunt just yet. Keep him guessing, not like she was doing very well with that.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 18, 2010 19:33:40 GMT -5
sampson laughed, he was good at being embarassing. but in such an obvious and cheeky way he'd never really thought it counted. so like the truly embarassing guy he was, sampson put one hand on her waist, guided her hands to his shoulder and his free hand, and danced around in circles, like they were doin the waltz or the tango. actually, if you watched, it was a little bit of both.
"i live on westbrook avenue, in apartment building, fourteenth floor. which, you could say is technically the thirteenth, so, you'd be careful if you do come around. which i'd like." he added, as if she might rethink the decision on him. "and in case you were curious, i am--single." he told her, not wanting her to feel used for anything. "i uhm-recently got into a fight with an ex girlfriend, who could've been but, well, its complicated." he said, shaking his head. he wasn't sure if he could get into it with a stranger, but--didn't that make it safer so?
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Post by rachel marie sand on Aug 18, 2010 19:47:11 GMT -5
Rachel let him draw their hips close with the hand on her waist and lay her hand on his shoulder as he indicated, and let him waltz her all over the floor. It felt awkward and the steps uncertain, but it made her smile. He was cute. Painfully adorable. He was probably too much of a nice guy for her, but he was a good flirt, and the chemistry was there.
"We'll I could have time to stop by sometime..." She said as if she were the busiest woman in the world, which he would know wasn't true. Rach had all the time in the world. Mentally, she made a note of the address.
"Well good, being the 'other woman' is way too much trouble usually," She joked, but at his next words, she looked at him seriously. "Tell me about it Cowboy." She was a stranger really. Sure she was prejudiced to agree with Sampson since she didn't know the girl, but not only would she learn about him, but she would be impartial.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 18, 2010 20:38:10 GMT -5
sampson sort of stopped dancing, they moved to more of a sway, being that the music was more fast and upbeat, their movements were rather out of whack and looked almost intentionally awful. but that was good, rather look intentionally awful then unintentionally awful. he tried to figure out how to word it without making himself seem like a monster.
"i have a problem with my temper sometimes, and siena--she knew just how to push my buttons." he started, "doesn't make it right but--i just got mad, at first i grabbed her, to stop her. then i pushed her away. she got hurt. it was my fault, you know? but i hadn't meant to and that just, it kills me. i don't hurt girls, i dont hit them, men who hit women are scum. but does this make me any better?" he asked her, looking into her eyes, like they would hold some sort of mind-settling answers for him. he doubted she would want to speak to him, but it was best find out now, then later when it was too late.
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Post by rachel marie sand on Aug 18, 2010 20:44:13 GMT -5
"So you pushed a bitch, I'm sure she deserved it," Rachel said with a shrug. Inwardly, she was glad he did have a rough side. Mistakes happened, she wasn't going to hold him accountable to that. No way. That wasn't right. "As long as she ain't charging you for assault, you're all good if you ask me." She said.
They swayed in silence for a moment. She felt like he had told her something huge and so she probably should in return. But she hadn't planned on telling him her deepest secret, but it slipped out from between her lips. "I was raped once. A push is nothing. She'll get over it, because as you can see, I'm all good. This Siena will be good as new." Rachel felt her insides screaming, she'd just given away her weakness. Showed a vulnerable side. She hoped she'd covered it up, but she couldn't be sure. He seemed to be a sensitive type.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 18, 2010 21:19:06 GMT -5
sampson looked at her in awe. why was it that this total stranger could accept him just the way he was when it seemed no one else could? or ever would? sampson was sure he would hate himself for a little while longer for what he'd done to siena, but maybe rachel could help him get over it. "you, rascal, might be the girl of every man's dreams." he teased her, though this was very true. she was different.
sampson's eyebrows furrowed, and almost protectively he held her a little more tightly, not noticably so--well, maybe a little bit. but still. "you, what? by who!?" sampson's voice picked up in anger, he couldn't help it. it was just, the thought of someone doing something so horrible to her. "rachel..."
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Post by rachel marie sand on Aug 18, 2010 21:28:40 GMT -5
She laughed when he called her rascal and said she might be every guys dreams. What that really meant was she was his dream. And then she watched his face change and felt him pull her a little tighter. "Hey hey, I'm Rascal, remember?" She said lightly when he called her Rachel.
"Look, its no big deal. He drugged me up and fucked me up. Cops couldn't do shit, so I put on my boots with spurs and made sure he'd always remember me. Figured we were even. It was worth the night in jail." Rachel said with a shrug like it was no big deal. She knew how to be tough. Truth was, it was sort of a big deal, but mostly because she'd never been so taken advantage of before or since then.
She really wished she'd made sure he was never having kids, but she put at least one testicle out of commission and for that, she was alright.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 19, 2010 9:50:40 GMT -5
sampson was still a little angry about what she'd told him. "they put you in jail?! even after what happened? what kind of fucked up cops wer--well all cops are fucked up--but still!" sampson had a tendency for getting sidetracked, but in this case, it wasn't for long.
he couldn't hold back a laugh, of course, he thought, nodding his head,that sounded just like something rachel would do. if sampson had gotten his hands on the guy, well, he would have surely done much worse. "naturally." he said with another small chuckle.
"cops are all fucking retarded." he mumbled shaking his head, half the time he'd spent in jail wasn't even his fault. not completely, anyway. well most of it was but fuck it.
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Post by rachel marie sand on Aug 19, 2010 11:12:33 GMT -5
"It's not the cops fault," Rachel said with a shrug. "Its my word against his, and he didn't leave his DNA on me so..." She shook her head. No evidence, no crime. That was how it worked with cops. "He didn't press charges for assault, so I figure we're even. He can't have sex without thinking of me now anyway." The scar she had left wasn't pretty and quite painful.
Rachel wasn't gonna let the mood stay down here. Too serious. "So I guess the moral of this story is you better watch your back if you pull that shit with me." She said with a wink. Rachel would take him if he tried to fight her, so the moral was one he should take note of--just in case. But Rachel didn't think Sam was dangerous, he had a good heart, just a temper. Who didn't have flaws?
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Post by reindhart on Aug 22, 2010 18:35:11 GMT -5
sampson laughed again, "i will have to watch myback around you, you're right about that one." he teased her, slowing their dance again. he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled, staring right at her.
"you're fucking tough." he said bluntly,not really sure how to put it lightly. "is that to say you were raised tough? or...does that mean you have tough scary parent backing you up?" sampson wondered curiously. at first, parents didn't really...like him. not in the slightest. he looked like a punk, and sometimes he came off that way too.
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Post by rachel marie sand on Aug 22, 2010 18:40:22 GMT -5
Rachel laughed. "Well, my dad's tough, and he raised me to be tough." She said. So really, both. She was strong and she had fabulous back up. Her dad scared the crap out of some boys, and some were too polite. Her dad liked to weed out the weaklings. he was sort of unusual that way. He didn't want any wuss genes in the family. Though, her life style left rooms only for flings and one night stands, short relationships at best. Not all of them met her dad.
Their dancing was leaving something to be desired, so she stopped swaying and took his hand, guiding him back to the bar. "Lets have more beer." This conversation had gotten too serious.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 22, 2010 19:07:27 GMT -5
sampson nodded, "well, if i ever meet dad, i hope i can handle him too." he said lightly and off hand--he'd only just met her and didn't want to scare her away by saying he expected to be introduced to her father! sampson agreed to more beer and followed her off the dance floor, watching her hips swayed as she walked.
well what could he say, he was a man!
sampson sipped his next beer slowly, taking care of it again before she could really take notice, they'd had their beers quickly too, nothing much to worry about. on two buck tuesdays? beer was nothing.
"if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your mom?" he wondered curiously, studying her over the top of his beer. he pursed his lips and swallowed, after a while, beer just tasted bland.
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Post by rachel marie sand on Aug 22, 2010 19:14:51 GMT -5
Rachel just grinned and made sure to really rock her hips as they left the dance floor. Her dad would probably like him, might think he was a little soft, but he had a good style, fashion wise. Wasn't a prep kid. Dad could roll with that.
Rachel let him pay the tab, not wanting to push it, she didn't have this kind of cash to spend. Her ego would just have to take it. She shouldn't have been surprised he asked about her mom. Rachel was pretty sure she already said the woman was dead but maybe she hadn't yet.
"Oh," Rachel said sipping her beer. "She died when I was two. Dad says it was a car crash, and I take his word for it." Rachel could barely remember her mother, if at all. She knew her from photos, and her father, but she was too young to remember the funeral, or question her father's words. Maybe she'd been shot, or had cancer, but a car crash worked for her. Either way, mom was gone. She'd been to the headstone. Rachel didn't miss her, she never knew her mom.
Sometimes she wondered if she didn't die, just left him and they set up a funeral. But she doubted it.
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Post by reindhart on Aug 22, 2010 19:57:26 GMT -5
"a car crash, wow." sam cringed, that must have rough. at least sampson had his mother, as much as he couldn't stand the woman sometimes, and would probablly never forgive her for letting his dad kick the crap out of him, well, he had her and she would always love him. and vice versa, he didn't think it was possible to not love your mom. no matter what.
sampson nodded, finding that the conversation had suddenly taken a turn for the too serious, that wasn't what a pool hall conversation was supposed to turn into! so instead, sampson swiveled to her on his stool and grinned, "so, why does every man need a woman?" he asked her, starting a joke. it was a joke that some women might find offensive, but he didn't think her to be one of them.
sampson, naturally, started to laugh before the punch line. so as not to make her think he was insane, he delivered the punch line too, "because the dishes would pile up without one!"
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