Hairspray and a .45

Something's not right, that much is clear. The door is locked, but the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end. Without a second thought, he tucks his overnight bag just inside the front door and silently closes it behind him - surveying the strewn clothes and shoes. Sam, he'd know the jacket hanging off the coffee table anywhere, pants - a wrinkled pool on the floor. One female, tacky shoes - worn to death by the looks of it. Skimpy dress, but comfortable looking - so probably not a pro. But it was Sam, can't rule anything out. He smiles and draws his weapon, finger caressing the trigger guard as he makes a silent beeline for the bedroom.

He pauses just outside the door for a long moment, listening for the telltale signs that the party wasn't over yet, but only heard slow and shallow breathing - mostly asleep but not for long. With a smile, he opens the door and lowers the gun right at his friend - eyes glancing over his blonde companion. "Morning."

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Clementine, for her part?

Screams.

Loud and long.

Damn it, why is her service revolver ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE ROOM?

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Sam then wakes with a start as Clem screams as he looks around "What the hell Clem is going on" he then rubs his face slowly and then sees Mikey as a grin breaks out on his face.

"Hey Mikey, you're home."

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Michael raises an eyebrow and licks his lower lip, slowly lowering the weapon. "Hey, we're making friends again?"

He scans the room, taking note that everything is mostly where it should be - not that he really has much to mess with. "You're in my bed."

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Clementine raises an eyebrow and turns toward Sam. "This is his bed?" She shove Sam lightly. "And this is Michael?" she appraises the younger man, and would normally be thinking 'nice body', but not with the gun-pointing.

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The one thing Clem should notice is that Sam is not bothered by the gun, and then her looks at her and shrugs a little.

"Yes This is Michael, And this is his bed as well."

What they can't go back to his sugarmama's can they?

"Mikey, this is Clementine,"

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Not at all amused, Michael tucks his weapon back into the shoulder holster under his jacket - pausing a moment before stripping it off to hang up. "Pleasure." He responds, sounding just the slightest bit cold. "If you'll excuse me, I've had a hell of a day..."

He doesn't finish his thought, but starts unbuttoning a blue shirt that had clearly seen better days - smudges of filth and gun shot reside staining the front of the shirt and patches of his khaki trousers. "What's your story, then?"

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Clem's definitely not afraid of guns, just the ones that get pointed at her. The coldness doesn't surprise her, judging from what Sam's said of Michael. She offers him her hand.

..And probably accidentally flashes him in the process.

"Uh cop...ex-showgirl...I've been seeing Sam for six months now." And he didn't tell Michael about her? She pokes Sam again.

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Sam then groans out as he rubs his side as he sits up and then gets out of bed and puts on his boxers. "Yeah, I've not seen him that much we've been talking about work, I told him I was dating a girl."

He said trying to smooth it over.

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Bemused by the polite gesture (Sam's usual "dates" were hardly the type to shake hands) Michael takes her hand and gives a firm gripped pump. "I see..." The corners of his mouth tick in what may potentially be a smile were it not for Sam opening his mouth.

"Showgirl turned cop, sounds like a good time girl." He drops her hand slowly, only letting his eyes linger her barely-covered body long enough for Sam to make a failed attempt at modesty. "Work, Sam. Some of us still work for a living."

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"Used to be. I still am. I got sick of being turned into a duck every night." She starts putting her underwear on under the covers - Sam's sitting on her bra; eh, forget it. She reaches for her sarong.

"How long have you known each other, anyway? Sam talks about you all the time."

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Sam then looks at him. "I work, I've done work for you? Who called Barry for you and got you the papers you needed?"

He then looks at Clem and sighs. "I told him about you just not your name."

Really he told Mikey about the curvy blond with the large.....

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