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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[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

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."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam smiles as he kisses Clem then helps her through the door and smiles then walks back to Mikey and leans back after working in the booth.

"Let me have it."