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Sam Axe/Burn Notice Happy Hour. Sam's First EP

Sam, thought he was walking in to his favorite local hotspot. It doesn’t take him long to realize that no this isn’t Club CokaNuts (He’s never understood the spelling.) But they had the best cheap drinks that they didn’t water down.

While this place wasn’t his fav, he can make due they have a bar that’s all he needs. But, instead of service when he whistles for the keep. He gets a note on a napkin.

I’m taking a rest please take over. I know you know how to mix.

Sam looks at it and this doesn’t make a lot of sense but he does know how to mix, so putting on an apron he gets behind the bar. Don’t people need specials? So he just smirks.

Daily Specials

Stump me. If you can list a drink I‘ve never heard of It’s half price.

If It’s one of my favorites 33% off.

[Tiny Tag of What is this mun doing: Sam Axe, ]

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Clementine had simply been strolling through the bar, trying to figure out how to get a room key; if she'd learned anything from one one-nighter with Moist, it was that she could live here more cheaply here than she could back in Reno, with her ballooning debt.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Sam across the room.

Hello there, handsome.

She surreptitiousness glanced into the nearest reflection, checking her cleavage and teeth and fluffing out her hair before approaching him and ever-so-smoothly leaning against the bar.

"One green-eyed blonde in paradise. On the rocks."

He likely knew how to make it, but testing a man the minute you met him was always fun.

Sam licks his lips without realizing it. Standing a little straighter with a smile. Of course he knows it but this is now a game.

"What, goes in that besides, you me and Hawaii?"

She noticed that, Sam. And noticing makes her bend over the bar ever so slightly so he can get a better look. Smiirk at him mentioning Hawaii - she glances down at his left hand for a ring, then, finding none, wonders just how loaded this guy is.

"Baileys, 99 Bananas and Midori. And a lot of ice. I like ice." She also likes to run it along her lips in a suggestive manner - it's a form of flirtation that's never failed her.

Sam wears a bracelet, a pinky ring, and a gold chain. He's also looking at what she's offering, Hey she is offering.

"Okay, I guess it's half price, But I have to say my way sounds better" He mixes it and then hands it to her.

His eyes skimming over her.

Oh, does she know he's looking. She might be smirking just a bit as she leans over even more, until her boobs are basically on the bar.

"What's your way? Is it more...exciting?" She's probably done this too often in her life, and her tone is practiced and teasing.

She smirks over the top of her glass as she sips her drink. "Mmm." Then, as she sets it down, "if you're gonna keep looking at me that way you're going to have to tell me your name." Or give her a condom and his room number. Either/or.

"You, me and Hawaii, I am pretty sure it would last then a few drinks, and never get watery."

He smiles and he gets the idea he's working with a serial flirter. That he can deal with.

"I'm -" A moments hesitation Sam or Chuck, Sam or Chuck "Charles Finley, But Friends and those use Chuck."

He doesn't see why it can't be name now room later.

"As long as I don't float away." She leans on her left arm and takes another sip of the drink.

"Chuck. Hmm. Suits you, Charlie." She deliberately calls him that, because she wants to call him something no woman's ever called him before. "I'm Clementine. Clementine Johnson. Most people call me Clemmie, but usually while they're on their backs."

She runs her fingers over the hand pressed to the bar, his left, and plays lightly with the heavy, masculine rings he's wearing.

Sam then looks at her an eyebrow cocking slightly. "Sweetheart, I don't plan on letting you go long enough for that to happen."

He puts his tounge in his cheek as he thinks about Charlie. It could work, It's not like he's really Charles "I can handle that, Now I don't think you look like a small orange fruit, but you do look sweet as honey and something that you would lick off your lips." He doesn't touch the on his back part yet...

Clem has to smirk at the first part. She's flattered, and not the least bit intrigued by him. "You might have to catch me. I can be a little fast." He'll find out how fast she's been some day, not that she's ashamed of that.

She laughs at the comment, finishing the shot. "My mother named me after the song. She thought it made her sound deep."

If he plays his cards right, he'll be licking her off his lips. She balances on her palms and tilts forward, peering under the top of the bar. "Do you have anything harder back there, Charlie?"

Coff.

"I can be speedy when need be other times it's know when to take ones time." He smirks slowly.

"Oh well lucky you. You could have been Amanda or Mandy or Suzanna. So many songs about beautiful women. Yet, I don't think I would pick any of them for you. You seem more Scarlett to me."

His eyes are on her assets. He doesn't feel the need to hide it.

He smirks. "There are all sorts of hard things back here. Would you like a Cockslap? (http://www.barmeister.com/drinks/recipe/6631)"

"You sound like you've got some good...experience." She makes a face. "Charlie suits you. It's sort of...rogue-like. 'Good Time Charlie'." She smiles. "Scarlett?" She grins. Scarlett was her...adult entertainer name at one point.

She'd rather look at his eyes, mostly because all the good stuff is hidden by clothing and bar at this point. He has very nice ones.

She chokes on her own laughter at his question. That he can make her laugh at all is an intriguing development. "I was thinking some Wild Turkey. Can you give me a blow job instead? Not sloppy, though. Whipped cream goes straight to my thighs."

"Thank you, I like Charlie too, We'll keep it between you and I. Well of course. Scarlett, It's a nice name full of Mystery and you can always say Miss Scarlett in the Kitchen with the pipe."

He looks at her eyes and smiles it slowly becomes a smirk.

"If whipped Cream on the thighs is bad clearly they are not doing it right."

The drink is mixed and handed to her. Why yes he kept a straight face.

"Okay, Charlie." Yeah, she'd picked that name for exactly that reason, too. Only it was Miss Scarlet in the kitchen with...never mind, he didn't need to know that. Or he'd find out, anyway.

"Well, you can put whipped cream on my thighs whenever you want to." Her expression is absolutely deadpan. She slugs it down easily and smirks. "Not bad. Want to split some beers?" Bartenders can drink, as far as Clemmie knows.

He smiles and then looks at her and smiles slowly and then touches her cheek with gentle finger tips" I think I can do that. The canned kind works best."

He then looks smiles and takes in her eyes. " Don't have to ask me twice what brand?"

The touch to her cheek... actually sits her still for a minute, and she leans into his touch without thinking. He has nice, strong hands. "Mmm. I get cans of the 'erotic' kind for free; I have a deal with the manufacturer."

Clementine shrugs, smirking. "I think you might know something about beer." From the way his eyes lit up, she's willing to bet it's more than 'something'.

"Erotic kind huh, Well I think this I will have to try." He smiles at her.

Taking two glasses out of the freezer her opens a Dos Equis giving them each half and squeezing a lime in them both as he slides her one.

"Try that."

"Creme de minthe flavored." She smirks over the shot glass.

She takes it and sips. "Dos Equis? I knew you had good taste."

Yeah, Clementine has tended bar herself a few times.

"So, what time do you get off?" smirk.

He sips his drink as he shrugs.

"That sounds even better, I can only imagine."

he purses his lips a bit. "Of course why drink bad? when you got to good stuff."

"I guess until the bar wakes up again."

She smiles flirtatiously. "They make amaretto, chocolate, strawberry mousse..." she's playing with the bare skin of his arm, just above his watch.

She frowns at that question, just slightly; it looks like a pretty pout. "Sometimes all a lady can afford is the bad stuff."

She leans back just a little; wouldn't do any good to show him everything at once, of course. "How long have you been coming here?"

"Those would make a nice topping to anything edible."

It rolls off his tongue as he looks at her.

"Yeah, I understand that. And the sad truth is no Lady should be paying."

"First time I've ever seen a sleeping bar."

She gives him a clever smirk. "I bet you can think of all sorts of things to do with it." So much smirking, Sam. So much.

She shakes her head. "This lady pays. Often. If you could see how much debt I have you'd know why."

She giggles...which comes out as a rapid-fire machine gun of a laugh. "Ohh, you're new. This is gonna be fun." She takes a drought of her bar and hikes a thumb over her shoulder. "See the window behind me?"

Sam is a little busy daydreaming of what he could do with it. Then blinks back to the current. "I am a Pro at such things."

He touches her hand and grins "No lady should have debt or pay." If they had debt how can they support him?

"Yeah, what about it?"

Oh Sam, don't encourage her - she'll give you lots of ideas. Lots.

"Maybe sometime you'll show me." It's likely that'll happen sooner than later.

"I have my reasons. Mostly it was tuition crap." It was a lateral move, really. Sam'll be disappointed one day, when he finds out just how poor Clem is.

She's only gotten to give the newbie speech a couple of times. "All of those explosions," she explains, "are from the universe's ending."

Sam then takes a deep breath and then nods "mm yeah i think that sounds good"

He likely will but by then he'll be so smitten it won't matter.

"No shit?"

"Any time you're ready, Charlie." Her hand is steepled over his, fingers barely touching.

Turning around to focus on the window, she nods. "This is some sort of cosmic way-station between universes. People can stay here, live here if their doors don't go away...you can see your door, right?"

This is a good excuse to look into his eyes, which reflect the light of both bar and fireworks, making him look younger than usual. The emotion that rings through her is odd at the sight of him, and entirely, frighteningly new.

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GAH SO LATE! Sorry about that! Tell me you';ve seen the Fall of Sam Axe trailer...

It's okay I've been blah I HAVE!

PROMISES to tag more Monday!

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Hah, and I just saw the second Sam trailer, too.

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