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[thecanarylives]

[ Sara's video flickers on, a mostly empty bottle of wine sitting on the table next to her as she glances over her feed. ]

If anyone's in need of combat training, let me know. Or if you do know how to fight, I'm up for a spar. Thinking we should stay sharp for whatever decides to come our way.

[ A beat. ]

I take payment and wagers in liquor, for the record. Still haven't found a proper bar around here.

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[family_remains]

[He fakes slightly like he's going to but only drops an inch and never lets go.

Still, it makes him laugh. Mean but funny.]

Uhhuh~

[thecanarylives]

[ She's anticipating it, damnit. But that doesn't mean she doesn't wobble a bit before shooting a sharp punch to his arm. ]

Dick.

[ She chuckles, finding her footing and stretching her legs a bit. ]

[family_remains]

[A little shrug, smile growing wider. Sam takes his hands back and goes about the business of finding his clothes. It's not the first time he's put himself away wet. It probably won't be the last.]

This was fun. We should do it again some time.

[thecanarylives]

[ He's got a nice smile, even if there's still something predatory lingering in it. Something dangerous, though if rough and rowdy is what that promise holds, she'll sign up time and time again. She shakes her head at him, stooping to gather her own clothes. Tugging her underwear and pants back on, she grins at his words. ]

You tell all the girls that, afterwards? [ It's not that she minds. But if he's going to use a line that cliche, she's gonna go ahead and call him on it. ]

[family_remains]

[That's valid. He shrugs as e pulls his shirt back on, nimble fingers working the buttons without looking. He's more interested in watching her.]

Actually no. There usually isn't a next time.

[thecanarylives]

[ She hums a chuckle. At least he's honest. ]

That's more like it.

[ She scans the room a moment, brow furrowing as she hunts down her tanktop. Ah. She spots it flung across a table and goes to retrieve it, tugging it on and frowning. ]

Was I wearing a bra?

[family_remains]

Maybe.

[Sam shrugs into his jacket and spies it on the floor near his foot, nabbing it up before she can follow his eye line. It's cute, he decides, before very clearly and obviously putting it in his pocket.]

[thecanarylives]

[ She just stands there, arms folding over her chest as she watches him, watches the little straps sticking out of his pockets with little subtlety. ]

You're very smooth. But I'm gonna need that back.

[family_remains]

I think I'll keep it.

[A grin.]

All the more reason to see me again. But I'll tell you what, you can have this.

[From the same pocket he pulls a ladies charm bracelet. It's fine silver and heavy with many, many charms, one of which he gravitates to immediately and unclasps before offering. Small but incredibly intricate, it's a seal of Solomon.]

Trade?

[thecanarylives]

[ Her brow cocks, unamused. ]

You could just ask for my number, you know. [ She catches the thing in the air, though, turning it over in her fingers and frowning down at it a moment. ]

Samael... Raphael... Han- What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

[family_remains]

Good luck charm?

[thecanarylives]

Seriously?

[ She rolls her eyes. ] Whatever. Place like this, I hope it works.

[family_remains]

[He gives a one sided shrug.]

Never know. That kind of thing have have a lot of power in the right hands.

[thecanarylives]

[ She rolls her eyes, shaking her head at him as she grabs her leather jacket off the floor and tucks the charm into its front pocket. ]

I'll take your word for it.

[family_remains]

[Good. This pleases Gaga Sam. So say no more, he winks and slides right on out past the curtain. You take care now, Blondie.]