OOM - Test Thread - Miami- "...So this is Michael?"

[hey35andholding]

Miami isn't everything Clementine imagined it might be. It's a little grittier, a little less tropical, and there are lots of chicks running around in bikinis. Too much competition.

She stretches and yawns as she lies in the bed - the in Sam's words, "borrowed" bed, the one belonging to the as-of-yet-unseen "Mikey". The loft is spartan, but comfortable.

Breakfast is on her mind when the door opens, and she tenses in Sam's grip.

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[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam shakes his head and then looks at her.

" I don't think that is the best thing to know. Trust me you don't want it done to you."

Who knew so much blood could come out a nose? And why did she move like that so she took his elbow to her nose?

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

Michael only shakes his head again, letting himself begin to relax against the booth's soft cushion. He continues to watch the patrons, often looking back to his friend and the girl - she was interesting, and he really wanted to nail down what her game was.

Everyone has a game, some just have more rules than others.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine has no game - that's the tragic part. She is herself - fucked up, ridiculous Clementine. She wishes she were rich, but hell, who doesn't?

She raises an eyebrow at Sam. "Okay," she leans her head on his shoulder. She'd be on his lap but she probably can't wedge her body between his knee and the table.

"He's been incredible to me," Clementine declares to Michael. "He's stuck around through things other guys would walk away from."

[OOC: if you guys want to play out the Sam and Mike solo conversation in a fresh thread below, go for it :)]

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam rubs her back. "There was an E.R. and a lot of clean up involved, trust me sweets lets leave it like this. and you've been amazing."

He looks at Mikey and nods a thank you for not speaking of that time much.

[ooc: I'm okay with solo]

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

Michael nods slowly, quietly excusing himself to go to the expansive observation outlook with his fresh beer.

He knows he should be confused and worried about where they were, but it seemed safe - at least more safe than the hotel room he'd holed up in the previous night until a supposed contact tried to kill him. Always put a damper on the evening. No, he was much more concerned about the girl and how much she knew - and just what the chances were that she'd end up on the wrong side.

So, he waits, staring vacantly into... Well, something or maybe nothing... Until Sam approached like he knew that he would.

(ooc: Ready for solo chat when you are, just shoot me a link with the new thread.)