Sam could tell the people of East End were shaken up by the hurricane, especially the children. Aiden had been crying when she packed him and their most important belongings into the car and drove them to the fire station. And sheâd seen a number of kids sniffling and wiping tears since she got here. Find a deck of cards lying around, she beckon the smaller children who had yet to fall asleep over to a table for a game of go fish. Just to take their minds off everything for a bit. The blonde was in the process of dealing out the cards to the eight or so children that had decided to play, when she saw a much older figure lingering about. âYou wanna play go fish? Iâm feeling a little outnumbered here, and we have enough cards for one more person to join.â It wasnât the most productive thing to do at the moment, but she figured it was better then sitting around worrying. Card games were the best distraction she could offer.
Connor didnât mean to be lingering near by. With all the tension in the air, he wasnât comfortable in any corner of the tavern, but he found himself somewhat at peace in this area. It could be because the ones less likely to spike up his social anxiety... Were the children. But when Sam had asked him if he wanted to join, he went from being somewhat comfortable to anxious. âWhy would I wanna play cards with the person who shot me in the leg?â he asked with the most incredulous expression he could muster. Instantly he regretted saying something like that in front of all these children, several pair of wide eyes turning to him after his words. â...On Call of Duty,â he quickly recovered. âThat was very mean.â With a small smile on his face, he found himself kneeling down in a free spot in the circle of players. There was no reason to be so prickly, so he may as well do something to pass the time. âDeal me a hand, Iâm in.âÂ
