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Clementine Receives her many gifts with zeal. One in particular gets a little shrug of her shoulders - hey, that proves that she spoke to the real Santa...and she had a right to be pouty in front of him. She'll be bringing up that never-brought-bike to him sometime. Oh well. At the moment she's wearing the pearls with the ring the Fledgling got her and Sam's bracelet and is trying to glimpse herself in bar's surface. Feel free to tell her she looks ridiculous.

Dixie smiles as she finds William's gift. She scribbles back a brief, kind note before practicing the scale printed upon it. Part of her can't help but notice that a certain someone hasn't given her a single thing this holiday season as she busies herself, deliberately drowning out her thoughts with louder and louder scales. Let her know if she's making too much of a racket.

Juliet, after writing Sunshine a thank-you note, asks Bar to heat up one of the cinnamon buns she received for Christmas. Taking a knife and fork, she attacks the meal with happiness, and receives Father Christmas' note. She's waiting for a certain someone, but it eminently pokable.

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He walks over and then wraps his arm around her "Hey there."

...there's nothing more awkward than being caught wearing the jewelry two other people have given her. She's wearing his bracelet too - she sheds the ring but not the pearls as she turns to face him. "Mmm, Sammy." She'd know him anywhere.

Sam noticed the ring. "What was that?"

...Damn. "Nothing," she lies. "I got it from Amara."

...It's too likely he remembers who Amara is.

He growls a bit: Why did she get you something and who is the Pearls from?"

They've traded L word there should be no one giving her anything.

She automatically rests a hand on her collarbone. "They're from someone I met while we were fighting." They're from the Devil (one of them), but they'll get to that.

Unfortunately, her gaze dips down to his hand and quickly notes something shining on his knuckles. "What the hell is that?"

"Just and old ring I found in the bottom of my bag I put it on."

She gives him a long, steady look. She has a feeling it's a different bag he got it from. "Right. Wanna tell me what the bag's name is?"

I don't like your tone, It's not who Her name was Kassandra but that was a long time ago and ten Thousand miles."

"Or maybe last week?" Her eyes narrow slightly. "I know a lot of guys like you, Sam." She takes a deep breath and lifts her eyes to stare him down. "I may fuck around, but I don't get paid for it."

It's a huge lie, but he doesn't know that part of her past. Or her present...

Clem is lucky he doesn't hit girls. But he sees red.

"I haven't' been with any one else since you Clementine. And I don't screw around and I didn't get paid. And how the fuck do you judge me why did you get the pearls and the ring Clem Friendly advice? Charming smile?"

She glares at him. "We weren't exclusive back then," she says, and then, pointedly, "we aren't even exclusive now. And I didn't fuck the woman who gave me these." she touches the pearls again.

"Oh we're not then why the hell are you all up in my grill about a pinky ring that I've had over ten years."

Bitch is right on the tip of his tongue.

...Did he just say 'up in my grill'? "Because..." Because as bad as she feels for Amara, she doesn't love her. And the idea of The Devil forcing him to compete for her love tears her apart. And because she has a visceral reaction to the idea of another woman touching him that's almost pain.

But she's too proud to say any of it.

"Because you think you own me. And I've got news for you, Sammy," the word is mocking now, not loving, as she strips the bracelet off her wrist and tosses it at him. "This is the cheapest piece of shit I've ever gotten. I'm not even worth real diamonds to you and you think you've got some kind of monopoly on my twat."

Sam catches the bracelet and then takes a deep breath.

"Excuse the hell out of me. I assumed that love and all that meant something to you. Was it all just shit Clem?"

He looks at the bracelet. "It was real you Idiotic Bitch. And I don't just mean this but if it was nothing but a goddamn lay to you then I guess we're done here."

He skips a beat. "I'm sure there is someone better out there."

Prettier and younger is implied.

There's a difference between loving someone and caging them up. Clementine is caught in an impasse between extremes. God, does she want to be loved. She's slept with a hundred man but only felt this way for one - the one who's standing there accusing her of being an even bigger whore. She can't give herself away again to something she doesn't have control of.

She should have had the courage to give back the pearls, the ring, the booze. But Clementine is led to temptation. She's venial.

She'll let all of this love go. Just because he called her the same name that every man she's ever turned a trick for has used.

Somewhere between the 'bitch' and the implication that he'd even want to fuck someone else after her finally sets her off - the anger erases everything, burns it to the ground and salts the ashes.An entire pitcher of beer happens to be sitting by her elbow one minute - and pouring over Sam's head the next.

Her ears are ringing. She remembers the way he feels under her hands; the scent of Hawaii, and the look on his face when he told her he loved her.

Men are full of shit. She'll always believe it now.

"Fuck you, Charlie."

She's upstairs and gone before he can get the beer out of his eyes.

Edited 2012-02-05 06:15 (UTC)

Sam asks for a towel and starts to dry off. He's absolutely breaking right now. His eyes are red but he can blame that on the beer, as well as any wetness that is falling.

Simply put he can't believe she would do this. He apparently meant nothing to her.

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