saved: (shy | standard bitter love song)

omg that icon /shallow

[personal profile] saved 2014-01-20 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
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.
saved: (interest | pure intentions)

correct

[personal profile] saved 2014-01-20 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
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.
saved: (assess | roll the dice)

[personal profile] saved 2014-01-28 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Table," he answers quickly.

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.