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[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Samantha sat in her booth, her hand over her eyes as she stares dejectedly at the plate of waffles on the floor.

She should pick them up. But crying sounds a lot more fun right now.


OOC: Slowtimes in effect!! Thank you so muchly!

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[inquisitivehero]

Hank McCoy wanders by and ses her, and the waffles and his face furrows in concern. He approaches carefully.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Are you okay?"

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"Yeah. I'm fine." Sam nods, looking up. She wipes tears off her face. "Just...got into a tiff with a friend."

[inquisitivehero]

He nods gently, his syes showing sympathy.

"Ah, yes, life is ever so complicated with friends in it. "

He smiles slightly.

"Would you like some more breakfast? or some tea perhaps? I have been told that ttea ia good for all that might ail the soul."

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"No more food. I wasn't that hungry in the first place." Sam says softly. "But, tea would be nice."

[inquisitivehero]

He nods and scoops up the food and carries it to a wait rat who chitters at him and scurries off. Then he orders tea for her and coffee for himself and comes back. He sets the tea in front of her and smiles.

"Doctor Hank McCoy, at your service, ma'am."

And he bows to her.

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

Food! On the floor! Human food!

That is an automatic invitation for certain wandering scavengers to trot over and see if the situation might not be worked to his advantage.

And so there is a large fox edging nearer from under a table, peering up at the girl through bright yellow eyes, curious and cautious.

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam glances up. "You can eat that if you want."

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

He bounces closer, tail fluffed and held high as he sniffs nearer and nearer to the fallen food.

Are you certain you do not want it?

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam nods. "Go ahead. It's tasty. I'm not hungry."

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

Lando looks down at the plate of waffles, and then briefly at the crying woman.

"Excuse me, but did you drop these cakes?" Lando gives her a soft smile, the kind he sometimes uses with crying women.

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam glances up. "You're Lando Calrissian." She shakes her head. "Sorry. Uh, yeah. I sort of did. If having them Force flung at your head is me dropping them."

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am." He's still not used to being recognized, still wishes that the Republic hasn't made those propaganda holos. But he can't help smile this one. It's nice to be recognized by a pretty face. "Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?

"And who would throw a plate at you?" It's not something he expects to hear, knowing that Jedi are not supposed to lose their tempers (or so Luke told him).

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"I'm Samantha." She looks down and chews on her lip. "Jaina threw it at me."

[in-it.livejournal.com]

Oh, shit.

Yeah, that's right, Largeman. Crying wife at 2 o'clock. He really, really hoped it wasn't his fault.

He quietly approached and slid a cup of cocoa over to Sam before stooping to pick up the waffles. When in doubt, come bearing chocolate.

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Sam took the chocolate and sipped at it. "You don't have to do that. I was going to."

[in-it.livejournal.com]

"It's alright, I've got it," Andrew reassurred her, straightening again and carrying the plate back to the bar. When he returned, he had a fresh plate, which he plunked in front of her before sliding into the booth beside her.

"So. Should I ask?"

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She set the chocolate down and just curled up into him, her head buried in his shoulder. "Jaina and I had a fight. It got kind of physical."

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

Oh, but look, there's a French vampire helping himself to a seat opposite her. Alright, it's actually closer to lounging, legs stretched out on the bench and all that. Whatever the case, he's watching the scene with obvious amusement.

"I'm certain the bar could give you more." He suggests offhandedly. "And she may even forgive you for the mess."

Who ever said he is never helpful?

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Sam looks over and glares. "Oh thanks. I don't want more."

She gets up and starts picking them up.

[devils-dandy.livejournal.com]

"What's wrong, Princess?" The term is clearly derisive, if still sarcastic. "Can't you just snap your fingers and have someone clean that up for you?" You have to admit, to him, it quite appears as though she's crying over spilled milk. Or waffles if you will.

"Very well, leave them then. A dog will wander by eventually, or a waitrat."

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"What the hell? You have no idea what just happened, so you have no fucking right to come and say that to me." Samantha snaps at him, and throws a waffle at him.

[slayer_fray]

Mel'll pick them up, and abandon them on an entirely different table before joining Sam.

"Hey."

[unique-moments.livejournal.com]

Sam glances up. "Hey Mel."

[slayer_fray]

"Y'know, s'not a lot of point crying over dropped waffles," she points out, though the smile that accompanies it isn't huge.

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"I'm not." Sam mumbles. "They were thrown at my head."