She chuckles softly at that, before nodding. Fair enough. She knows she has a lot more to make up for, but she hopes that this at least gains her some ground.
"Well. When they come back, you'll have to let me know."
Because she'd be very curious to know. But in the mean time ...
"I don't know about you, but I could use a drink." Or ten.
Sam joins her, chuckling quietly and ducking his head.
A strange, unfamiliar warmth floods his cheeks, and he tells himself it's nothing. When he looks back up again, the (dimpled) smile is still faintly curved on his lips. "You want to go out for them or do you want me to bring them to you?"
After the night she's had, Sam won't blame her if she doesn't want to leave the room.
... After the night she's had, Sam also wouldn't blame her if she wanted to be anywhere but here.
She considers that for a moment, as both option were entirely tempting. She even had her own wine here, but she could go for something a little stronger - and somewhere not here. It's been a long time since she's been out in the world without the end of her life hanging over her head.
"Go out," she nods. "I think I know just the place."
Sam was already leaning toward that direction himself, so he brings himself to his full (freakishly tall) height and slips back into his jacket. Opening the door and standing back so that Bela can walk through first, he motions with his hand.
"Lead the way," he says. He is still relatively new to Mystic Falls, however small the town is. The only place he'd have thought of is the Grill, and Alaric and Dean have that market cornered.
They do, which is why Bela has taken the time to seek out alternate means of libations while she's been in town. She wanted to avoid Dean as much as possible, so she tracked down an establishment that was a bit higher class.
As she makes her way inside, she glances around for a moment, before turning back to him. "Table or bar?"
Sam points to a table at the far back, a booth in the shape of a semi-circle. The bar won't give them as much privacy, and Sam's already spotted a few patrons of the establishment crowding up the counter. He's much better on a one-on-one setting.
"Table it is," she nods, weaving her way through the crowd to the table indicated. Once she gets there, she slides into the empty space, making her way into the middle so that he has space to slide in next to her.
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"Well. When they come back, you'll have to let me know."
Because she'd be very curious to know. But in the mean time ...
"I don't know about you, but I could use a drink." Or ten.
omg that icon /shallow
A strange, unfamiliar warmth floods his cheeks, and he tells himself it's nothing. When he looks back up again, the (dimpled) smile is still faintly curved on his lips. "You want to go out for them or do you want me to bring them to you?"
After the night she's had, Sam won't blame her if she doesn't want to leave the room.
... After the night she's had, Sam also wouldn't blame her if she wanted to be anywhere but here.
lauren cohan is too pretty for this world
"Go out," she nods. "I think I know just the place."
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"Lead the way," he says. He is still relatively new to Mystic Falls, however small the town is. The only place he'd have thought of is the Grill, and Alaric and Dean have that market cornered.
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As she makes her way inside, she glances around for a moment, before turning back to him. "Table or bar?"
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Sam points to a table at the far back, a booth in the shape of a semi-circle. The bar won't give them as much privacy, and Sam's already spotted a few patrons of the establishment crowding up the counter. He's much better on a one-on-one setting.
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