Hairspray and a .45

Yeah, that's the simple way to put it.

Michael folds his sunglasses and puts them on the table next to his bottle - letting his fingers linger on the cold glass surface a long moment before adding his share. "We've known each other a long time, probably too long."

From:

Sam wouldn't dream of killing Clem ~~she hopes.~~ She automatically leans into him anyway. "You knew him when he was a real, live SEAL, didn't you?" The mental image intrigues Clementine, who's only seen pictures of a younger Sam.

From:

"That would be correct, and never too long Mikey, that would mean one of us didn't make it."

His jaw tightens a bit he thinks of the time he was sure he was dead. One of them anyway."

From:

A half smile flickers on his face before he drowns it with the beer. "Yeah, something like that."

He looks to the girl, "So, Clementine... you're... uh, not really police are you?" He lowers his voice as he speaks, leaning inward and against the table with the eyes that have worked on far too many women to give them that 'you can tell me anything' confidence.

From:

She rolls her eyes. "What made you decide that? Is it the hair or the bubs?" She digs into her purse, spilling the contents out on the table. She pulls out her badge and tosses it to him.

"I left the gun back at your place." She doesn't pack heat socially.

From:

"No, let's just say that as a rule I avoid involving myself with law enforcement."

From:

He studies the badge carefully, the leather worn and pitted from life in a purse that hadn't been emptied very often and frequent uniform wear. It seals it, she's a cop - just not a good one. Well, more power to Sam for picking up a ditz... a ditz that could get them both in very deep shit - but a ditz no less.

"It's a good rule." He lets himself slip a little, not really any more than
Sam clearly has. He quickly adds; "Police have a bad habit of sloppy work and getting shot in Miami."

From:

If Clementine could hear your thoughts, your jaw would be wired shut, young man. She no bimbo, she just...really lazy sometimes.

"You knew I was a cop when I met you," she points out. "The night you offered me a sloppy blow job. And one of my co-workers usually gets shot every week. I'm used to it." She blows them both a raspberry.

From:

Oh if she could read minds she would hit Sam a lot. "I know that I knew that. Don't worry about it much."

He gives Mikey a look that said don't worry about her she's not a threat. And did she have to bring up that drink.

From:

Michael's still definitely not sure the girl isn't a threat, they're always a threat... if not an outright liability. But, who is he to edge in on Sam's fun? As long as they stayed out of his way. And preferably out of his bed. Unless... well, best not to consider that road without a few more beers in him.

"So, vice division?" He flashes a wry smile to let her know he's joking, "Or is that more manpower than Reno needs for a single hooker?"

From:

"I'm a deputy," she says quite heavily. "And you wouldn't believe how many stings I've done. People will pay for it on the curb even when it's legal around the corner." She's wearing the stockings from her last undercover gig, actually.

Her hand goes to Sam's and she starts tracing the webbing between his index finger and thumb gently.

From:

Sam nods slowly how to tell Mikey that she's fine and not exactly illegal isn't a big deal to her.

"Right of course you are Doll, Don't mind Mikey he just likes to get a feel for everyone."

From:

He'd known full and well she was sheriff's department, but didn't really want her know that he knew. It was best that she pretty much thought he was an average guy anyway. At least the sort of average guy that pulls a gun when he finds someone in his bed.

"The thrill." He chuckles low in his throat, "Paying for it - there's no rush when you know what you're doing is all out in the open." He takes a long drink off his beer, "Getting caught is a form of catharsis."

He flicks his attention to Sam, licking a hint of thick brew from the corner of his mouth, one eyebrow barely quirking - just enough to make sure Sam knows that he's not about to trust her just on his... good word. "I like to feel people."

From:

"I've never understood why you should pay for it when you can get perfection for free." She squeezes Sam's hand, leans into him. "Feel people? I'd offer, but I'm taken."

From:

Sam smirks in to his beer. Really there is no other way to say it. Mikey and He needed a talk over about this.

"Yeah, true I think that is good. And I think you need to feel more people Mikey."

From:

Michael almost chokes on his beer - almost. He usually tends to expect that sort of thing out of Sam... but she was a bit of spitfire. He could work with that.

"Sorry, Sam... I hate to disappoint but I think just trying to sleep in my bed tonight will be closer to touching people than I want to get right now." He finishes his second beer and sets it on the table, gesturing at... something... for another. "You tend to leave behind a reek of Old Spice and scotch that takes a couple turns in the wash to get out."

From:

"That's where you're wrong. He smells like the ocean," Clem preens. He's her man and she's ridiculously in love with him. "The ocean and bay rum." But he'll be smelling her Liz Taylor's Passion for at least a week.

From:

That reminds him he's going to buy her some new perfume, something spicy and exotic like Wild Cherry Blossom.

"Listen, I don't wear Old Spice, I wear Polo Safari, and scotch I'll give you. And mostly it's Nautica now. And I bought you clean sheets."

From:

"Yeah..." He drops the scented topic, his eyes wandering once more to the observation window with a faint hint of a smile. "That mattress has seen things no mattress should ever have to see at the hands of the Great Sam Axe." He laughs.

"Or so I've heard." He looks back at Clementine and flashes a smile, "But I hear a lot of things."

From:

Clem smirks. "Let's just say I've taught him some tricks." She looks Michael dead in the eyes as she drinks. Well, she might not be quite as afraid as she used to be.

From:

Sam smirks as he takes a drink. He's also taught her tricks as well and rolls his eyes.

"Look after that one time I did buy you a new mattress."

From:

Mikey manages to crak another brief smile, if he keeps it up he's break his face - or even worse let on that he might have a sense of humor.

"Hey, we don't talk about that." He replies calmly. "Some things are best kept buried in the Miami-Dade county landfill."

From:

Clementine raises an eyebrow. "All right, spill - what did you do to that girl, Sam? And why haven't you done it to me yet?" All of his various other women are amorphous beings to her; she knows they have a similar level of experience but she's unaware of what he's done with these Various Others besides stories he's told her.

From:

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?

From: