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[OOM: Millitimed to early this morning, say...3-ish.]

Samantha sat at the bar, an orange juice in front of her. She looks a hell of a lot chipper than she did yesterday.

She had no idea where Andrew was, but hoped that he show up at some point...she really wanted to say something to him.

But for now, she was content to drink her orange juice, and did so with a small smile.

She's not adverse to being bothered, though.

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How about being bothered by a cute puppy? She's met him before. Sort of.
Ready or not, here he comes. Complete with ~~chewtoy~~ sword.
He trots up sheepishly, dragging the rapier.
"Arf" he says from beside where she is sitting.

Sam looked down and grinned. "Awww aren't you cute?"

She bends down and picks him up, setting him on the bar. She takes the rapier from him. "Where'd you get this?"

Yes, she's met him before...but before he got his weapon back...so she's still completely oblivious.

"Arf" He says, as if that should explain everything. When it is obvious that it doesn't he follows it up with "Woof Arf Arf."

He eyes her, then the sword, then returns to eying her nervously.

Sam watched the dog, it was like he was trying to tell her something. "I'm sorry...I don't speak dog..."

Can a dog roll its eyes? This one can. And he does.

He then flops down on the bar. If she couldn't understand him, maybe he could at least get some more ear scritches. It was so embarrassing to scratch oneself in public.

"Aw...you seem so sad." Sam cocked her head and scratched him behind the ears.

He just nods.

"I wish I could understand you...but how about a popsicle for now?" Sam ordered a popsicle from Bar, her dogs had always loved eating those. She held it for the puppy to eat.

He'd never seen a popsicle before. He sniffs at it curiously, then reaches for it with a paw, remembering just in time that he can't actually grab it.

He instead begins licking it. Which is also rather embarrassing, but he finds he likes it.

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And look at that, right on cue there was an Andrew walking into the bar from a run around the lake. It had been his second that day, which was unusual. He'd just needed to get out, though. It seemed as though suddenly, he had a lot on his mind.

He approached the bar for a bottle of water, and seeing Sam, changed his course to plop down on the stool beside her. He gave Bar a gentle pat, and immediately opened the water that appeared, tipping it to his lips and watching Sam with wide blue eyes, sweat beaded on his forehead.

Sam looked over at him, grinning. "Hey...listen, I'm sorry about last night."

She gets right to the point, this one does.

Andrew blinked, swallowing his water. "Sorry?"

He'd thought it was pretty good, actually.

"About me totally blowing up...I wasn't mad at you...I just used it as a sheild." Sam said softly. "And for crying all over you. I'm sure that was uncomfortable."

He was actually starting to get used to it, but felt it best not to mention as much. "It's okay, Sam. And I know it wasn't just about me." He would have pulled her in for a hug, but was sweaty. "Everything will be okay. I promise." He smiled back at her and then took another gulp of water.

Sam leaned foward and kissed him, not caring how sweaty he was. "I know everything will be okay. I have you." She grinned and drank some of her orange juice. "So...you ran longer today than usual."

"Yeah, I usually only run in the morning," Andrew replied. He reached out to cradle her cheek against his palm a moment with a smile. "Just felt like clearing my head."

[OOC: Must slowtime, as it is time for me to flee! BB tonight.]

Sam rubbed her cheek against his hand. "Clearing of me, right?" She fake-sobbed, then stuck her tongue out. "Well, drink your water, I don't need you to dehydrate."

"Hey,"

A girl with blue and pink hair and a big red axe has hopped on to a barstool next to her.

"You new?"

Sam looked over at the girl. "Yeah, arrived last week. 'M Sam." She stuck her hand out to shake.

"Welcome to Milliways," Mel says, shaking her hand with a firm grip, before it clicks...

"Andrew's Sam?"

Sam sighed and nodded. "Yep, that's me. Andrew's Sam."

Oh well, this is awkward then.

"Goodta meet you then, Sam. I'm...

"... I'm Mel," she admits, waiting to see Sam's reaction. Because she has no idea what Andrew's told his girlfriend about her.

Awkward for Mel...Sam knows nothing!

"Mel...Indiana Jones mentioned you last night. It's good to meet you." Sam smiled.

Mel blinks. It appears that Andrew hasn't mentioned her at all. That's... painful, insulting, lying to his girlfiend, bigger than it should be, interesting.

"Oh you met Indy?" Mel asks, dropping any line of conversation that might go awkward places. "He's jake, isn't he?"

"If...jake means awesome, then yes..." Sam laughed, covering what she was thinking. Second time when Mel and Andrew are mentioned in the same sentence people blink, or pause... She was determined to find out why.

"So...how long have you known Andrew?"