[rl with sam] adolescence didn't make sense

[wag]

[ Katie hangs back in the waiting area, hesitant to venture forward into the dining room where everybody else seems to have congregated already. The party is much smaller than the ones she's used to attending... More intimate. There's no crowd to lose herself in; she sticks out in Lima like a sore thumb with her bright red hair, her posh accent, her designer clothes. It's a bit nerve-wracking, though she's loathe to admit it. ]

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[whitechocolate]

[Sam keeps his eyes peeled all night for any signs of a redhead, probably wearing animal print judging from what he's seen her wear in her videos posted to the community. She seems like the type to be fashionably late so he doesn't expect her to arrive exactly when the party starts. But he does start to wonder if she's actually coming and is about to go outside to get better phone reception to send another expensive text to England asking whether she changed her mind or got a better invitation elsewhere... then he stumbles upon her in the waiting area.]

Katie! You made it.

[wag]

[ She's just thinking about fleeing and making her excuses later when he finds her. And just like that her uncertainty seems to vanish, and in its place appears a mask of utmost confidence. Standing a little taller, puffing out her chest just a bit more, she walks up to meet him wearing her most disarming smile. ]

Yes, well. I couldn't very well let your special night go uncelebrated, could I?

[ In person, her slight lisp is even more prominent. ]

[whitechocolate]

This night suddenly got a lot more special. [Sam beams at her.] Do you want a drink? There's punch... non-alcoholic though, sorry. If Puck were still around he probably would have spiked it... [He's hoping the lack of alcohol won't make her want to leave.] I promise I'll keep you entertained sober.

[wag]

[ Katie resists the urge to roll her eyes at him. Truth is, she's got a little flask of vodka stashed at the bottom of her handbag, along with a baggie of MDMA. But with the way he smiles at her, as totally goobery as it is, she suddenly thinks that she won't need any it. ]

Then lead the way, babe.

[whitechocolate]

[He gets a weird kick out of her calling him "babe".] I saved a booth for us. [He gestures for her to follow to him a table which has a 'reserved' sign on it.] Take a seat. I'll be right back with drinks.

[wag]

[ Katie trails after him, gaze roving speculatively over the other restaurant patrons as she passes them by. She takes the side of the booth that leaves her with a clear view of the exit and settles down to wait for his return. ]

[whitechocolate]

[He fills up two red cups from the punch table and returns to their booth, careful not to spill them on the way. After putting their drinks down and sliding Katie's towards her, he sits the opposite side of her.]

So... [His hands cup around his drink somewhat nervously.] How's life? Pervy brother still perving?

[wag]

[ She accepts the cup as it's proffered to her, raising it to equally red lips and taking her first tentative sip. It's good, and she notes to herself that there's something refreshing in the knowledge that she won't be getting drunk tonight. Her tight smile relaxes into something more genuine then, and she scoffs in amusement at his question. ]

As ever. Although lately he's rather taken a fancy to Naomi - God only knows why - so there's that at least.

[whitechocolate]

[He has a sip of her own drink before giving her a bit of a blank look at the name she brings up.] Who's that? [He doesn't remember her mentioning a Naomi before.]

[wag]

[ Katie makes a face of obvious distaste. ]

The stupid lezzer trying it on with my sister. I guess she's not all that bad looking, but she behaves like a right cow. Emsy could do so much better if you ask me.

[whitechocolate]

[The mention of "lezzer" brings back the memory of a past conversation they had, where Katie said her sister wasn't allowed to be a lesbian (or something along those lines).]

Do you still have a problem with your sister being gay? [He asks this somewhat hesitantly in case it's a touchy subject.]

[wag]

[ Her feisty demeanor slips for just a second as she considers this. ]

It's her life that she's ruining. [ It's... Not much. But it's a step in the right direction. Maybe. ]

[whitechocolate]

[Some people might be offended by what Katie has said but Sam is good at seeing both sides.]

I can understand why you feel that way. It's not easy for gay people. Two of my friends are gay and they either got bullied or humiliated... Not that that'll happen to your sister. At least I hope not.

[wag]

[ The memory of just how many times she's taunted or tormented Naomi over the years suddenly unsettles her, given the arrangement of his words and the layers of untold hurt they bring to the surface. ]

I think most people probably leave her alone because they know I'll kick their ass if they fuck with her, yeah? It's a bit different at home with mum, though.

[whitechocolate]

[Sam lets out a chuckle.] I definitely wouldn't mess with someone if I knew you were their sister...

So, uh, how did your... mum react? [So weird using "mum" instead of "mom" but he wanted to try out the word.]