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

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel realized it was a joke and waited patiently for the punch line. Dishes. Nice. She let out a little chuckle and nodded her head slightly. "I thought you were gonna say 'to make sandwiches and give blow jobs'." She said taking a swig of her beer. Rachel wasn't offended. She cooked at home, they did the dishes together. She and her dad. He dealt with things like trash and sewage, but they usually switched up the roles. Rachel was a hard ass.

"We use only the finest Chinet at my house, dishes, ain't a problem." A bit of a joke, she didn't use paper or plastic chinet for all her meals. They used the same cracked plates over and over, but hopefully he wasn't about to ask about her finances.

[reindhart]

"well," sampson said with an appreciative look on his face, "i can cheers to that too." he admitted, clicking his beer with hers and nodding at her before he took a swig. sampson could be very...movie-like when he wanted, cheers-ing left and right, winking at a pretty lady, telling stupid jokes? that sounded like a fucked up prince charming to him, but a prince charming all the same, right?

sampson let out a gasp, and jumped forward to take her hand and kiss it, "you are the woman of my dreams! beer, chinet, blowjobs?" he looked up at the ceiling, (high-rise and beam made), towards the heavens none the less. "woman after my own heart i tell you." he said shaking his head before cracking up.

sampson could also be very, very weird.

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel laughed as he kissed her hand. "I probably am the girl of your dreams. I don't have a gag reflex either." She said with a grin. It was meant to be funny, but it was true. Rachel knew how to handle a man. Sampson could probably see that. In a bar fight and in bed. Some guys didn't like that, but it seemed Sampson was. And she was all for the dirty humor and beer.

"And, maybe I am after your heart, you'll just have to wait and see." Rachel was really enjoying Sampson. Time to turn up the flirting. She'd already been flirting with him the whole time, so that wouldn't be hard. She swigged her beer and adjusted her position on the bar stool.

[reindhart]

sampson grinned, raising his eyebrows appreciatively he turned his beer up and emptied it into his mouth, more or less to hide the fact that a very light blush had tinted his cheeks.

"i can wait as long as you need, sugah," he said, mocking her accent for the appropriate time being. he used his knee to swivel her stool around a little bit. "you know, i don't think you know enough about me to be after my heart just yet. so ask me a question--any question you want, and i'll answer, one hundred percent honest. but wait--" he reached out to put a hand on her shoulder, as if to stop her, "--only one. so make it good." he winked.

a couple tables over he noticed a couple guys watching her, too much so for comfort. he'd most likely be walking her to her car tonight, if he didn't know the guys out instead.

[rachel marie sand]

"Did I say heart? I meant ass," She teased lightly. Rachel wasn't a hopeless romantic by any means, but she did realize there was a real possibility here, she could feel it. Or maybe she just wanted more than a one night thing. She'd just see how this went. Either way, he did have a great ass.

"One question?" She repeated. "Hm..." What to ask? What you ask about a person can be pretty revealing about what matters to a person. She could ask if he had money, or if he'd care that she was dirt poor. Or she could ask what his favorite movie was, his favorite song. Something stupid like that. Or maybe his age? She was bound to find out soon enough.

Or there was always the flirtatious option.. "How do you feel about girl on top?" She asked with a smirk.

"Okay, but seriously, um, what's your relationship with your family like?" She asked. rachel had spent half the time talking about her dead mother and dad. Figured family was an easy topic.

[reindhart]

sampson laughed, "oh stop it," he said, feigning abashed, "you can't just be after my ass, even though it is very pretty." he joked, all grin. his ass was pretty great, but according to sampson--it compared nothing to hers. he waited, anticipating quite the question from her. she was full of suprises.

and with her question, sampson grinned, he thought it would be something along those lines-but wait, she'd asked another, one that made him completely positive that he could possibly maybe fall in love with her. she had enough in her to joke--but room in her to be serious.

sam needed everything she had on a bad day, but on a good one like today? she would always be perfect.

"that was two questions! but i don't mind answering either and since you're pretty...a girl on top? more power to her. i think that's very sexy." he said, for lack of a better word.

sampson pursed his lips, thinking about the best way to go about his family, "i'd say my relationship is no less then very strained." she could disect that as she wanted, he wasn't trying to be cryptic or secretive, he just didn't want to dish out too much too soon.

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She hadn't had such a good time in a long time. That was the truth. "Good, I like to be in control." She winked lightly, but really, she'd have no problem sleeping with him. Plus, she did like to be on top. The double meanings were everywhere, and it was making this quite fun.

She just nodded when he said his family life left much to be desired. That was obviously a minefield, so she wasn't going to step on it just yet. "Gotcha." She finished her bottle and spun it down the bar to the bartender, who caught it with a smile. Rachel was feeling the alcohol a little and figured now was probably a good time to stop.

"You know, you haven't given me your number yet." She said. Rachel's phone didn't have texting, and they were always prepaid, but she only had to explain the texting thing for now. Maybe he didn't know yet how poor she really was.

[reindhart]

sampson laughed and shook his head. naturally, her wanting to be in control during intercourse didn't surprise him. she definitely seemed like that type. sampson definitely didn't mind that!

her easy dismissal of his family life, that surprised him. most girls poked and prodded until they pried right into the middle of his family life. and then they got all emotional and upset and cooed over him. that wasn't what sampson wanted, not now or ever. he was beginning to figure out the rachel was hardly a normal girl at all. he didn't know what she was and why she was so different. but he loved it.

loved it.

he raised an eyebrow, "well, usually, i'm the one collecting the numbers. why don't you give me yours and i'll give you mine? that way, neither one of us has an excuse not to call." he told her with a wink, pulling out his blackberry and setting up a contact page for her, "enter away." he waited for her phone, hand poised and ready.

[rachel marie sand]

Oof. A blackberry? rachel took it gingerly and didn't let on that she'd never held a blackberry in her entire life. Put she punched in her number and put the name as "Rascal". She noticed his waiting hands, but didn't hand over her prepaid piece of trash. She went and found his phone information and under the bar, typed it into her own. "I gotcha cowboy." She said with a nod, slipping her phone away again, feeling a little awkward.

Rachel stood up and adjusted her shorts. He could probably tell she was feeling uncomfortable, not like she wanted to show it, but she normally didn't feel that way. "So, I think that's enough beer for me... you wanna get out of here?" She wasn't going to be rid of him if he wanted to stick around.

Rachel moved slowly toward the door, backwards of course so she was facing him, seeing if he'd join her.

[reindhart]

sampson nodded commendably, just like her to take charge. he took little notice of her phone, except to say, "practical, way smarter then this piece of shit. it guzzles money like no other." he said honestly, slipping his blackberry back into the back pocket of his jeans. she looked uncomfortable however, so he didn't really say anything else. what was there to be uncomfortable about? he wondered.

he smirked, "yeah i'll join you, let me just get the tab." he told her, nodding his head to the door so she wouldn't look like she was waiting for him. he got the tab and was waiting to pay when out of the corner of his eye he noticed the group of men watching rachel before stand up simultaneously. they were heading out the door--after rachel. "oh, fuck no."

throwing down a hundred and forgetting the change, sampson took off out the door, just in time to hear rachel's surprised laugh--had she thought they were him for a second?--and then sharp yell. no fucking way, no on sampson's watch.

he grabbed the first guy off her and with ease, slammed him right into the side of the pool hall, pure brick wall cut into the sorry sops face. sampson, then proceeded to knee him in the stomach, causing him to keel over before sampson moved onto the next prick. that fight was over just as quick and the two scrambled away, bleeding, back into the pool hall shouting about it.

the last friend, was much more persistant in getting at rachel, who was holding her own pretty well, sampson noticed, but not well enough.

sampson grabbed the collar of the man's jacket vest and yanked him backwards. epic fight scene, here we come. punching him square in the face, an audible crack--which was percieved to be the man's nose--gave way. blood coming off the man's face, distracting him, gave sampson ample opportunity to get him on the ground and proceed to kick the living shit out of him.

no one got away with touching his rascal.

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel let him pay for the beer and moved toward the door. Out of her peripheral vision she saw some men stand up and start to follow her out. Rachel was no stranger to this so she braced herself. Where was Sampson though? If she was with someone people usually didn't bother her. The hand on her ass made her laugh but the guy who yanked her by the hair earned a yelp.

"Jackasses." She said stepping on someone's toes and elbowing another in the gut. The guys were strong, but rachel figured she could take them. This is what her dad wanted her tough for. But Sam came to her rescue, not like she really needed it in her opinion. She managed to get a few off her, but she was noticing the rage with which Sampson was pulling the guys off her. She got the last one away before rushing to Sam. "Hey cowboy, cool your jets." She said, a firm hand grabbing his arm. She didn't want them dead. Rachel was glad her new friend cared enough to beat them up, but she didn't need the testosterone display to like him.

And of course, there had been a cop across the street, and he was walking straight toward them.

[reindhart]

breathing furiously sampson shook his head, trying to ignore the anger coursing through them he turned to rachel, "you alright, rascal?" he asked lightly, reaching out to touch her shoulder. she didn't seem hardly as phased by it as he did...but that was just how sampson was. once he got worked up there was no use calming him down.

the guy on the ground started talking shit, and before sampson could stop himself, he hadkicked him in the gut. just as the police officers approached them and the pool hall door swung open to reveal the two other saps and the bartender weilding a bat. "fuck." sampson mumbled, looking at rachel apologetically.

"sir, i'm afraid you're going to have to come with us." the cops said, looking stern and reaching out to grab sampson, who pulled away.

"i was only helping her! they attacked her!" sampson shouted, resiting the officers attempts to arrest him. oh he was so fucked.

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel sighed a little. Cops. Great way to meet the locals. "He was helping me officer. I'll meet you downtown for a statement." She'd learned long ago to play nice with cops. It was too much drama otherwise, and she didn't want to be on the run. That was different than traveling. The cop nodded to her and cuffed Sampson, leading him to the cop car.

"And you need to take deep breaths," She said to Sampson. He was the one doing the fighting to hurt. She'd just gotten them off and running away. There was a difference. Ones who didn't get hospital bills didn't arrest you for abuse.

Rachel had her dad's bike and after latching on her helmet, she revved the engine, preparing to follow the cops to the station. It wasn't a long drive and her expression was set and calm. And it seemed likely that Sam had gotten in trouble before. At the station, she parked her bike and went inside with them. Better to get this figured out quickly.

[reindhart]

sampson was pissed, to say the least, and it definitely didn't help that the officers were pushing and shoving him because they didn't want him to run away. he wouldn't--rachel being there had kept him calm enough. he'd been through this before and he'd just give rachel the money to bail him out, wait to find out what his court date was and be on his merry way.

or so he thought.

sitting in a pair of hand-cuffs in a police station, waiting your sentence was absolutely frustrating. if they weren't going to lock you up right away, then obviously you weren't that bad a person!

but there sampson was, watching the door. when rachel walked in he called her over. "hey rache! i have the money for bail in my pocket, can you pay it for me?" he said to her, quieter now that she'd come over to him.

[rachel marie sand]

Rachel found him, they hadn't taken his cell or checkbook or wallet yet, probably dealing with bigger criminals that Sampson. "They've already posted your bail?" She said a little skeptically. "Do they keep a cell for ya and a going money standard?" She teased a little, but she smiled, making sure he knew she wasn't mad at him or anything. But bail was often hundreds of dollars, if not more. He just had that lying around? He really was rich. Damn.

"Okay, gimme the money." Rachel said taking it and tucking it into her pocket. Then she smiled a little and shook her head. "I'm not paying your bail, you'll get your money when you get out. You learn a lot after a night in jail." She said tucking her thumbs through her belt loops.

A cop came over and asked for her statement and she gave a brief over view about the guys crowding around her and how Sampson had taken to pulling them off her... they knew what happened after that.