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Post by BB on Jun 28, 2011 17:08:37 GMT -7
Brandy had only moved into Bon Temps a couple of days ago, choosing a small apartment complex that had been put up recently. The place was decent enough and the rent was reasonable but the truth was, Brandy needed a job. Preferably a full time job, something where she could work with people because that seemed to be what she was good at. It only seemed natural to her she should find a waitress job but there was a certain advertisement in the Bon Temps Gazette that crossed her eye.
Merlotte's Bar and Grill
Merlotte. She knew that last name. She couldn't put her finger on it, like it was a name she knew way back in her past, but she definitely recognized it. Reaching for a red marker she circled the advertisement and made her way over to the bedroom to get changed into a simple jeans and pink plaid t-shirt.
The drive from the apartment building was only ten minutes away and as Brandy pulled her lime green Volkswagen into the parking lot she held her resume loosely in her hand and headed to the door. As expected with any small town all eyes were on her when she walked through the door, and she was dying to know what they were all thinking. She just offered a small smile to those she made eye contact with as she headed toward the first waitress she saw - a slender woman with bright red hair.
The woman was frazzled, tired, and seemed to be troubled. An odd aura came over her but Brandy couldn't put her finger on it. The woman was definitely troubled, and Brandy tilted her head when she approached her.
"Oh thank god, is that a resume?"
"Yes, you are hiring right?"
"Darn right we are! I swear to god if I had to work another six days in a row to cover Sookie not being here anymore I was going to lose it! I am a new mother you know, it is getting so bad we have to bring the baby to work because the babysitter keeps backing out on us!"
Brandy was a bit taken back as Arlene took the resume from her and yelled toward the kitchen before handing her back her resume.
"Terry! Tell Sam to get out here!"
"Wait, did you say Sam?"
"Yeah, he is the owner of the place. He can be a bit moody at times but if you stay out of his way you can - no, never mind, just stay out of his way when he is in one of his moods"
Brandy really didn't know what to say to that, her mind still wondering if this was the Sam she knew when she was younger. The young shapeshifter that her parents took in a long time ago when she was a small child - the chances were slim, but stranger things had happened. Right?
"Um, all.. all right"
Arlene took off to get back to work while Brandy just sort of stood there awkwardly, still holding her resume.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jun 28, 2011 21:28:16 GMT -7
It was a busy day, which was both a good and bad thing. On the positive side, it meant that Sam was making a profit. On the negative- which was the side that proved to be loudest in Sam’s mind- it meant that the glaring absence of Sookie was even more noted than usual. It had been almost a year since the blonde waitress had gone missing, and Sam was still having a hard time replacing her.
It wasn’t that there was a lack of applicants. Almost daily, some young boy or girl (and even some not so young, like the seventy-five year old man from Monroe) showed up hoping to try their luck. Sam even hired a few of them, but always found a reason sooner or later to get rid of them. Sam’s temper over the last year had become even more infamous than it had ever been before. Sometimes he wondered just how many of the new recruits showed up to win bets on who would last the longest…
Needless to say, Sam’s hermitish way of driving people off was starting to rub his existing staff the wrong way, and by existing staff, he meant Arlene. In the last year, he had lost not only Sookie, but Tara, Tommy, and Jessica as well- which meant that Arlene was spread thinner than ever. Sam wanted to say he felt bad, and in a way he did, but there was simply no replacement for Sookie.
She had been with him for a long time, and the two were the closest thing to best friends that Sam could really say he had. To just give away her spot felt like he was giving her away, and that didn’t sit well with him. So instead, he merely ignored Arlene when she started dropping less than subtle hints, and always managed to find “paperwork” to do when she was working in the dining room.
Which was why when he first heard his name, Sam didn’t immediately snap to attention.
Arlene had always had a problem with subtlety, but lately with the stress of a new baby and having little help at her job, she had had all the tact of a steamroller. Sam made some allowances, but for the most part, he preferred to avoid all contact. With Terry, however, it was a bit harder, and when he heard his name again- this time by Terry- Sam decided it was time he at least make an appearance.
He walked down the short hallway and into the dining room, blinking as he watched Arlene scurry to one of her tables, leaving only a woman holding a piece of paper. She looked vaguely familiar, but Sam wasn’t quite sure why… he didn’t think he knew her, at least.
“Good afternoon,” he said cautiously. Her scent was familiar as well, and that bothered him- he usually had such a good recall of people. “Did you need help with something?” He paused, then offered a hand to shake, giving her a boyish smile that crinkled his blue eyes just slightly. “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Sam Merlotte. I own the bar.”
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Post by BB on Jun 29, 2011 7:02:54 GMT -7
“Good afternoon,”
So this was Sam, if it was the same Sam she remembered from when she was younger he sure had filled out nicely. She barely recognized him, until she took a step closer to him and looked into his eyes curiously. There was no denying it, those were the same bright blue eyes she had remembered. Her soft smile turned into a bigger one, and she looked like she was ready to pounce him at any moment.
“Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Sam Merlotte. I own the bar.”
"It really is you!"
She couldn't hold back any longer, and she did practically pounce him as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him into a hug. The rest of the bar seemed stunned, Arlene turning to look in the middle of the restaurant and Terry glanced over the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.
"Geesh, that girl must really need this job. Well good, maybe she will stick around"
The moment was short as Brandy pulled away, the bar returning to its usual flow as if nothing had happened. Brandy was still looking right at Sam, grinning like a Cheshire cat as she lightly bounced on her feet with her resume still in her hand.
"You do remember who I am right Sam? Think way back, you ran away after I discovered you could change into a - - "
Brandy caught herself before she said anything further, finishing the sentence with something that probably sounded even more ridiculous. "Teapot."
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jun 29, 2011 7:48:47 GMT -7
Sam was just about to denounce the girl as crazy when she all but tackled him. All right, that was definitely a sign she was crazy. Most people Sam knew and liked didn’t willingly touch him, afraid he’d blow up in their face. Just who was this girl?
”It really is you!”
He patted her back awkwardly, not sure whether he was encouraging her behavior or playing along just enough that she didn’t pull out a gun and take him hostage or something of that ilk. “Err…”
The fact that everyone else was staring at them as well? That was just… great.
"You do remember who I am right Sam? Think way back, you ran away after I discovered you could change into a - - "
Oh fuck.
”Teapot.”
This just got crazier and crazier.
“Brandy.” He said quietly, his blue eyes flicking over to the eavesdroppers. He certainly did remember her now. “Let’s catch up in my office, hm? Come on.” He placed a hand on her arm, steering her toward the back- forcefully enough that she would get the idea, but not painfully. Sam was surprisingly strong for his slender frame, but he knew how to use it well.
He shut his office door behind him and ran his fingers through his strawberry curls, shaking his head. This was certainly not someone he had expected to see again, ever, and yet here she was. “What are you doing in Bon Temps?” He winced slightly at his bluntness- he didn’t want to seem rude, but then again, the last time he had seen this girl she had seen his big secret, and she had nearly outed him in front of the whole bar.
Christ.
“Last I checked, Louisiana is a far cry from North Dakota.”
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Post by BB on Jun 29, 2011 18:25:10 GMT -7
It wasn't like she didn't know Sam wasn't very affectionate, he wasn't affectionate back then either. Her parents always told her it wasn't anything personal, that Sam just had a very hard life and it was hard for him to warm up to anybody. She hadn't even expected a hug back given the circumstances of their last encounter so even just the awkward pat on the back had been enough for her. She knew she probably shouldn't of said what she had, the way she almost blurted out his secret in front of the whole bar - but that was her, she seemed a little scatter brained at the worst of times.
“Brandy.”
Brandy nodded firmly, he must of remembered that quirk of her personality even back then - Brandy wasn't exactly someone you could easily forget. Mind you, Brandy thought the same about Sam, she had always wondered what had happened to him - now at least she knew.
"People mostly call me BB now"
She had developed the nickname BB in high school and it sort of stuck along with her.
“Let’s catch up in my office, hm? Come on.” Brandy was about to say something when Sam suddenly had his hand on her arm and was steering her to the back earnestly. She got the hint, an expression written all over her face that read "I get it, I'm going -". The moment they got into the office he abruptly shut the door behind him and she took her place in front of the dog painting with a little girl.
“What are you doing in Bon Temps?” She was about to answer when he asked his next question. “Last I checked, Louisiana is a far cry from North Dakota.” Then she shut her mouth and took a deep breath, facing away from him to look at the painting instead.
"I don't know what has happened in your life the last twenty years Sam, but you seem just as lost and just as lonely as you seemed back then."
Her slender digits lightly traced over the painting before she eased her fingers away and turned back toward him with a smile that seemed to only be reserved for him.
"I always thought about you, from time to time. I never got the chance to apologize to you, for being the reason why you left. I am just glad to see you are at least alive, mom and dad would be really proud of you for getting this place and settling down the way you have. "
Now, to get to the question as to why she was in Bon Temps. She knew that Sam was familiar with witchcraft and she knew he probably remembered that their family practiced - he probably just didn't know how powerful she had really become.
"I have become a powerful witch Sam, and I want to do good with my magic. I've been having dreams of this place and after consulting my mother spirit I was drawn here. Here is where I need to be Sam, whatever I am meant to do here is only just beginning."
This was more "serious" Brandy, the one that was open, honest, and no-nonsense. She was answering Sam's question, even if it wasn't the answer he expected. She cleared her throat right after that moment and held out the resume out to him.
"But aside from all that, I really need a job to make a living and keep a roof over my head. I'm a hard worker Sam, and reliable and very much a people person so if you have an opening I promise I won't let you down"
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jun 29, 2011 21:48:48 GMT -7
To say that seeing Brandy was a surprise didn’t even begin to cover it. The last time he had, he had been running very quickly in the opposite direction, in the skin of a dog. It hadn’t been his most graceful moment, nor a particularly good one- he hadn’t planned on having an audience when she had popped up out of nowhere, startling him… and causing him to lose yet another home to what he, at the time, had considered his “curse.”
No wonder he was such an angry adult, really.
He wasn’t angry about her showing up, though he was clearly not that excited about her almost outing him again. Sam had long learned that everything he thought was dead and buried had a way of popping up and biting him in the ass again- Maryann, his feelings for Tara, his parents. Better to just prepare for anything, and expect everything.
"People mostly call me BB now"
“All right. BB.” He said, his expression hard to read. Just what was she doing, showing up in his life now? Didn’t she have a boyfriend, or a family, or something back in North Dakota? It wasn’t like Mississippi, where crossing the border seemed at least reasonable. North Dakota was a hell of a ways away.
"I don't know what has happened in your life the last twenty years Sam, but you seem just as lost and just as lonely as you seemed back then."
His jaw dropped slightly- whatever he had been expecting her to say, that certainly wasn’t it. “Excuse me?” Sure, people passed judgment on him all the time- sometimes deserved, sometimes not- but never had it been so blatantly in his face before.
Sam’s eyes followed her finger as she traced the collie picture he had hung above his desk. So many people remarked on that picture- her, Sookie, Tara… but none of them knew what it meant to him. That the picture was, in a lot of ways, a picture of him. The girl… was, well, in a lot of ways- her. How many times had he watched her, when he still hadn’t fully understood how to shift? She had never seemed to connect the dots, not until she had seen him actually do it… He shook his head. That day had been terrible, one of Sam’s worst memories next to being abandoned by his parents. He didn’t want to think of it anymore.
He wasn’t lucky enough to get that luxury, however.
"I always thought about you, from time to time. I never got the chance to apologize to you, for being the reason why you left. I am just glad to see you are at least alive, mom and dad would be really proud of you for getting this place and settling down the way you have. "
“What? Naw, it wasn’t you.” He frowned, they both knew he was lying. “Well, not completely.” He amended. “I was young, and confused. I was already looking for an excuse to run off before your folks could kick me out, and you gave it to me.” He shrugged, running a hand through his curls again. “Yeah, I guess I’ve done all right for myself.” If you ignore all the drama that seems to magnetically attract to me, yeah, I’m doing just fine.
"I have become a powerful witch Sam, and I want to do good with my magic. I've been having dreams of this place and after consulting my mother spirit I was drawn here. Here is where I need to be Sam, whatever I am meant to do here is only just beginning."
“All right then.” Sam said, unsure of what else he could say. He knew there were witches out there, just as he knew there were fairies and vampires and weres. It didn’t mean that he went looking for them, or particularly knew about the details of how the whole witchcraft thing worked. To be exact, Sam didn’t want to know. “I wish you the best of luck with that.” He said sincerely.
He blinked, looking at the paper in her hand as she held it out to him, taking a moment to realize exactly what it was.
"But aside from all that, I really need a job to make a living and keep a roof over my head. I'm a hard worker Sam, and reliable and very much a people person so if you have an opening I promise I won't let you down"
“Oh.” He said, taking the resume, but he didn’t read it. He looked from the crisp white paper to her, then back to the door that led to the dining room as if thinking. “You can start as soon as you get dressed. Arlene’ll kill me if I don’t hire someone, might as well be someone I know, right?” He joked, offering her a sincere smile. “Welcome to Merlotte’s, BB.”
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Post by BB on Jun 30, 2011 17:09:45 GMT -7
“All right. BB.” His expression was hard to read, but Brandy didn't really seem to mind being around him no matter mood he was in. It was like that when they were both younger, even when he was moody she had seemed to enjoy just being in his company. Sam was.. comfortable to her, the fact that he had as many moods as a woman did didn't seem to bother her.
The more they talked the more it seemed like they hadn't been apart for as long as they had. At least, for Brandy it felt that way. His mannerisms were the same, and she listened intently to every word he had said. He had started to say it wasn't her fault that he left but then changed his mind because they both knew part of it was. When he added that he had done well for himself she nodded reassuringly, she didn't think she would ever have enough business sense to open up her own bar the way he had.
Brandy didn't openly broadcast that she was a witch, except to her friends when she felt it was "safe" for them to know. Sam seemed to not really understand the whole witchcraft thing but he didn't fault her for it and when he wished her luck she just smirked. There was really only one thing she could think of to say back to that. "Well I would of wished you best of luck with the shifter thing but you never really gave me a chance too"
After she handed him her resume her smirk turned into a smile a mile wide. “You can start as soon as you get dressed. Arlene’ll kill me if I don’t hire someone, might as well be someone I know, right?” She immediately went toward the back room, turning to look at him over her shoulder when the words 'welcome to Merlotte's' left his lips. "Thank's Sam"
She was in a Merlotte's shirt and apron within moments, armed with a note pad in her hands she went straight onto the floor and told Arlene to take a break. It was like second nature to her, flowing around from table to table like she had worked there for years. One thing was for certain, BB sure fit in at Merlotte's.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jun 30, 2011 19:37:01 GMT -7
"Well I would of wished you best of luck with the shifter thing but you never really gave me a chance too"
Sam grimaced. “Yeah, well… Not many people know about that side of me.” Other than Sookie, there was Tara, and of course other shifters, but Sam was pretty sure he could count on one hand how many people there were “in the know.’ “Even now.” He added, meeting her eyes for emphasis. Her little slip in the dining room certainly hadn’t been forgotten, and Sam didn’t want a repeat of the situation. There were going to be enough questions as is.
"Thank's Sam"
“You’re welcome.” He answered, handing her a shirt. He watched her go out of his office before returning out to the bar, taking over the bartending duty from Terry. By the time the bar closed that night, Sam had already decided he had made a good choice. She was nearly as popular as Sookie, and he had a feeling that when it came down to it, she wasn’t going to run off with a vampire every other week or disappear for a year without notice.
As Jane Bodehouse’s son finally came to pick her up, Sam followed them out and locked the door before turning back to Brandy. “Congratulations.” He said with a slight smirk, his tone more relaxed than their previous conversation. Sam had been observing her all night from his station behind the bar, and not once could he find a single thing he had an argument against- she was friendly to the clientele, nice to Arlene (which he knew wasn’t always easy,) and even had a kind word to say to Maxine (who was as bitchy as ever.) She had made herself at home, and Merlotte’s was more than willing to let her, as far as he was concerned. No one had brooked a single complaint… not that he would have listened anyway.
“I can give you full time, if you want it. Actually, right now, we’re so short staffed I can give you just about anything you want.” He picked a rag up out of the sanitizer bucket and began to wipe the bar down. “Tips are better on the weekends, of course.”
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Post by BB on Jun 30, 2011 20:21:41 GMT -7
The shift had gone by quicker that she expected and her and Sam had ended up being the only two closing the bar. Terry and Arlene had left a bit earlier, which was fine with Brandy as she could only imagine what it was like to be those two right now. Having a new baby in the house was never easy, just with the lack of sleep alone. Brandy eventually wanted to have a child, but that, she thought, would happen when and if it was meant too.
“Congratulations.”
She looked up at him from the last table she was wiping down. "Hmm?"
“I can give you full time, if you want it. Actually, right now, we’re so short staffed I can give you just about anything you want.”
"Really? How about we just start with drinks first?"
Oh, the grin on her face was priceless. Her grin turned into a playful chuckle and she waved her hands as if to say "kidding, kidding" before she shoved her tips in her pocket and looked toward him.
"Next Tuesday is the start of the cycle Sam, you still running it on your own?"
She was busy jotting something down on a piece of a paper as she spoke, she was pretty sure he was probably going to tell her he was. Her resume already had her phone number and her address but she felt compelled to give it to him anyway.
"I always make too much food when I cook, consider it an open invitation."
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jun 30, 2011 21:14:21 GMT -7
"Really? How about we just start with drinks first?"
Sam had almost forgot her sense of humor. Brandy had always been quick to retort, a trait that had drove him nuts as kids, but that he found himself ironically seeking in women that he dated. Maybe there was something to family shaping the what men looked for in their dating lives.
“You’re out of luck.” He replied with a smirk, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. “I only buy drinks for people I like. Not stand in little sisters.” He tossed the rag back into the bucket and went to the fridge, grabbing a beer out of it and placing it on the counter. “What’s your poison?” He figured he might as well take the opportunity of having an empty bar to catch up on her life- after all, her parents had taken him in for almost a year without having to, and he had viewed her as a sort of sister at the time. The least he could do was offer her a free drink.
"Next Tuesday is the start of the cycle Sam, you still running it on your own?"
“Sometimes.” He evaded, giving her a sideways look. It wasn’t an exact lie, but there was a bit of omission there- the last person he ran with had tried to kill him with a semi truck. The person before that had tried to sacrifice him to a crazy maenad. Needless to say, running partners weren’t high on the list of things that Sam went looking for on his day off. It always had a way of ending up badly… for him.
"I always make too much food when I cook, consider it an open invitation."
He took the proffered paper, looking first at the number and then back at her before folding it and putting it in his pocket. “Thanks. I’ll, ah, keep that in mind.”
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Post by BB on Jul 1, 2011 9:18:37 GMT -7
“You’re out of luck.”
Brandy tilted her head curiously, something she often did no matter how many times her mother joked that her head might one day stay that way.
“I only buy drinks for people I like. Not stand in little sisters.”
"Not so little any more Sam, I grew boobs and a fine pair of legs."
She failed to remark on the sister part and she didn't quite know if she should be flattered or not. So she was neither as she watched him throw his rag in the bucket and make his way over to the fridge.
“What’s your poison?”
"A shiny square box with a big skull on the front. Or a glass of Malibu will do just fine" Personally Brandy didn't like the taste of beer, hard liquor seemed to go down smoother as long as it was rum rather than vodka. She wasn't a vodka drinker. She had made her way beside him, pulling out the bottle to pour herself a glass so he didn't have to do it himself - he had been serving drinks enough that day, at least in her opinion.
“Sometimes.” She could tell by the look in his eyes that he had a lot of his mind. She always assumed that shifting was a personal experience for him, but also something he could probably share with other shifters. Brandy hadn't meant another shifter other than Sam, but she had run into a couple of werewolves - she didn't really care for them.
"I've been waiting for the day when you would actually let me run beside you, rather than having you run the other way. That doesn't really seem to be the privilege you would give someone you see only as a little sister. That will probably change, we both have grown up after all."
Brandy shrugged it off, as she did most things, and took another drink. She briefly watched as he slipped the paper into his pocket and told her he would keep it in mind. She just smiled and lightly padded his shoulder.
"This is just me Sam, opening up the gate for you. It is up to you if you step through it, but I will always be here for you if you don't. "
Brandy knew better than to push, she had been young back then and didn't know any better. She had her share of boyfriends in the past but something had always been different and if Sam decided to only see her as friend, well, at least this time she was a part of his life.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jul 1, 2011 20:42:48 GMT -7
"Not so little any more Sam, I grew boobs and a fine pair of legs."
Well, he could hardly argue with either assessment, really. She did have nice legs, and nice… No, he couldn’t be looking at her like that. How many times had he bristled over the jokes that he only dated his staff? If he added mooning over Brandy to his list of things that he spent his “work” time doing, he would never hear the end of it. “No, I guess you’re not.’
"A shiny square box with a big skull on the front. Or a glass of Malibu will do just fine"
He gave her a wry look and passed her the bottle of Malibu, along with a pint glass so she could pour herself as much as she wanted. He twisted the top off of his own drink and took a sip, watching her as he swallowed. She really had grown up, though not so that she was terribly unfamiliar in comparison to the girl he had once knew. She had gained something… grace, perhaps, and maturity that came with age. He wasn’t sure if he could say the same for himself.
He moved around the bar, taking a seat on one of the bar stools. It wasn’t often that Sam got to see his bar from this angle… in fact, he could count on one hand the number of times he had.
"I've been waiting for the day when you would actually let me run beside you, rather than having you run the other way. That doesn't really seem to be the privilege you would give someone you see only as a little sister. That will probably change, we both have grown up after all."
He blinked at her, taking in her words. To be honest, they surprised him- why would she want to run with him? For a shifter to say it was one thing, but Brandy wasn’t a shifter. “Why?” He asked after a moment, taking another drink to keep him from voicing the other things going through his mind- that Sam didn’t run with nonshifters, because the people that cared about him that weren’t shifters didn’t know that side of him, the wild, more primal side. They wouldn’t understand, and often they would abandon him… like his parents had. The pain of that particular wound would never go away. “Why would you want to do that?”
"This is just me Sam, opening up the gate for you. It is up to you if you step through it, but I will always be here for you if you don't. "
“It’s not… that. I just, I’m sorry. It’s so strange, seeing you after all of these years. I thought I’d never see you again. I’m kind of glad you showed up, though. It’s just going to take some getting used to.”
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Post by BB on Jul 2, 2011 9:01:19 GMT -7
“Why?”
She was a bit confused as to what he was asking "why" too.
“Why would you want to do that?”
"You mean run with you? Why wouldn't I? Is this a species thing I don't know about? Some unwritten rule that a witch can not run with a shifter? I just thought it would be nice to share the experience together. Back then Sam, I wasn't thinking 'oh my god Sam changes into a dog', I was thinking 'oh, I wonder if he will still let me play with him'."
Brandy truly was unique, a soft smile forming on her lips as she took another sip of her drink and took a seat on the bar stool next to him. "I could care less that you aren't entirely human Sam, none of that matters to me. What you are doesn't define who you are and you shine just as much as anyone else in the town does. Even more, because you have this secret you keep from anyone but you don't think you are better than anyone else because of it. Why wouldn't I want to run, with someone that shines like you?"
When Sam mentioned he was glad she had shown up and that it was strange seeing her after all these years she leaned over and lightly brushed his strawberry blond hair away from his face. "I'm a sucker for believing everything that happens and everyone we meet is for a reason. You and I are certainly not an exception."
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jul 3, 2011 7:32:16 GMT -7
"Why wouldn't I? Is this a species thing I don't know about? Some unwritten rule that a witch can not run with a shifter?"
Was there some sign on him that he couldn't see that said to call him a racist? Tara did it- all the time, he might add- Maxine did it, now Brandy. Even if he didn't count Tara (who called everyone racist if she was around them long enough,) it was still a higher number than he liked.
"It's nothing like that." He frowned at her. "It's a personal thing." One that he couldn't believe was such a big deal to her. Sookie had never asked to run with him. Tara hadn't. Why did Brandy have this fixation?
Back then Sam, I wasn't thinking 'oh my god Sam changes into a dog', I was thinking 'oh, I wonder if he will still let me play with him'."
"Yeah, well, you'd be the first." He said quietly, looking back down at his beer.
"I could care less that you aren't entirely human Sam, none of that matters to me. What you are doesn't define who you are and you shine just as much as anyone else in the town does. Even more, because you have this secret you keep from anyone but you don't think you are better than anyone else because of it. Why wouldn't I want to run, with someone that shines like you?"
Sam smiled, but it was definitely not the smile she had been hoping for. As always, Sam had his guard up- he had learned young that even those that care for you like to kick you in the ass just for laughs, and he was simply waiting for Brandy to catch up to the rest, any minute now. "Right." He said slowly. "I'm so absolutely great."
"I'm a sucker for believing everything that happens and everyone we meet is for a reason. You and I are certainly not an exception."
He held her gaze, but he didn't say anything. The line between them as siblings had always been small- after his parents had abandoned him, Sam had been very sure to remind himself that these people were not his family, that they'd get rid of him all the sooner because of it. Now the line was blurry- she wasn't his sister, but she was... close to him. He needed to sort it out in his head.
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Post by BB on Jul 3, 2011 9:47:59 GMT -7
"It's nothing like that. It's a personal thing." Brandy quirked her brow toward him, but said nothing more about it. It wasn't like she could make him let her come, well she supposed she could follow him but what would that solve in the end? He would just be irritated when he found out and spend the rest of the time ignoring her for a few days.
"Yeah, well, you'd be the first." She looked sympathetic when the words left his mouth. She felt almost.. protective, like she wanted to go back and slap whoever made him feel so down on himself. Why did people have to be such assholes? She never understood it. As the conversation continued it was obvious he didn't believe he was as good as he had been in her eyes.
"I'm so absolutely great."
"I really wish you wouldn't talk like that. Need another slice of humble pie Sam? Because it sounds like you ate the whole bloody bakery. Be a little easier on yourself, you deserve more than you give yourself credit for"
Speaking of bakery, Brandy had some frozen pies in her freezer she had to throw in the oven when she got home..
"I'm going to go. I have apple pie waiting to be put in the oven. I'll bring you a slice tomorrow, trust me when I say it tastes much better than the humble."
Brandy had gathered the rest of her stuff, putting the pint glass in the kitchen as she made her way to the door. Hopefully tomorrow he would be in a better mood, but she had a feeling her and Sam had a long and winding road up ahead.
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