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Samuel (Sam) Moore. 20. Local barista / cool dude / writer, sometimes. "I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade... And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party."

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iMessage || Daddy Sam

Sam: k

elliot: sam dont u fucking k me

Sam: you had me concerned and then I saw andies nipples and was like k??? Normal response

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iMessage || Daddy Sam

Elliot: called andies nipples weird in defense and she got mad! its fine im going over taking our booze

Sam: k

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iMessage || Daddy Sam

Elliot: nvm it okay

Sam: what’s happening? I need answers!

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iMessage || Daddy Sam

elliot: i fucked up i fucked up so good

Sam: me everyday of my life

Sam: what happened baby

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ria: selling weed, obviously.

ria: pegging u is 100% my business

ria: cant wait to be the reason they get divorced. finally something to put on my resume

Samuel: ok cool.... but just know I’d need you to be gentle lol jk

Samuel: that’s so hot that you’re making such positive changes to your resume in 2018

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ria: that's not my business

ria: she did just pay me though so i guess she knows lol

Samuel: in pegging me or who you sell your weed to?

Samuel: ooooh scandal!!!

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RT @smelliot-elliot: @andead well your nipples are different sizes so.

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does elliot have a weird penis? would you tell him if he did?

It’s a little fucked up

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ria: so no peg?

ria: we can call it $50, i'm trying to cover your discount with dumbass daniel who hopefully won't remember how much he actually owes

Samuel: I’d have to be convinced but I’d consider it idk

Samuel: I didn’t know his nun wife let him get fucked up.... wtf

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ria: thats funny i thought it was straight up your ass

ria: i'll find it either way i guess

samuel: nothings up my ass... despite the rumors

samuel: but jk. It’s 75 right?

samuel: no discount?

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@dollduke: the more the baddie, more the bratty 💅

@notsamueljackson: wtf is this @dollduke

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ria: pay your debts

ria: my rent's due.

samuel: I have your money

samuel: but you’re gonna have to come get it it’s hidden somewhere in my bed

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@notsamueljackson: ria is sexy

@elliot-smelliot: @notsamueljackson oh my god i cant believe youve done this

@notsamueljackson: @elliot-smelliot WHAT DID i do broskiu

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@notsamueljackson: ria is sexy

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2rial:

Ria was impressed, to say the least. It wasn’t the first time they’d hooked up, but the first time had been a shit show for about a million reasons. Now, it seemed like they both knew what they were doing. Or, at least, he knew enough to make Ria forget all the reasons she’d told Angus why she wouldn’t enjoy it. When he pulled away to check his progress, Ria opened her eyes and met his, doing her best to hide her smirk. “Not bad for a start,” she teased, but just before she went back in for more, she heard the shuffle of feet from down the hall. Within a split second, she’d snapped into panic mode, pushing him off her and crossing her arms, taking a step and glowering down the hall to see some drunken nobody struggling to get their key into the door of their apartment. Oh. She pressed her lips together, turning to face Samuel again, doing her best to drop her defensive stance. “All clear, I guess.”

Sam couldn’t help but give himself a silent pat on the back as he at least (sorta) landed Ria.  Just a few months ago he wouldn’t see that as being a possibility. Ria was always too good for him in his eyes and through the various insults thrown his way by her, the attachment he felt to her never left.  Sam gazed down into her brown eyes, an amused smirk painted on his face as she answered his question. “Hopefully I can keep up the pace,” he teased, leaning back in only to be stopped suddenly by the sound of footsteps and instantly being pushed away by Ria. It would’ve hurt his feelings if they weren’t in public, but he could understand Ria’s paranoia.  The last thing they needed was to get arrested for indecent exposure or worse, have Angus walk in on them and mock them. Doing his best to maintain his ‘cool’ composure despite how painfully nervous he was feeling, Sam took a step towards her and smirked. “I’d recommend going back to your place, but I don’t see that happening because you know,” he chuckled. “But I can totally learn this lesson anywhere,” he replied, instantly cringing to himself at how desperate he might have looked. Desperate for the Ria Puthy.

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2rial:

“Nah,” Ria said, making a show of sizing him up with her gaze, as if she was in the process of making a decision she’d made long before she showed up. She almost repeated his words from before to him: ‘you don’t have to leave’, but they were tainted by Angus’ smug look, so she removed that whole memory with a shake of her head, then gave him a shrug, then started towards him. Every time he came around lately, she felt an intensity within her, and it was thrilling. Did he feel that? She’d never felt it before, and she wouldn’t dare admit it to anyone else, but she was really starting to miss the rush when it wasn’t around. When he wasn’t around. She closed the space between them, then reached out and tugged the collar of his shirt so that his lips would meet hers easily. “You’ll do,” she finally finished, right before her lips crashed against his. 

Samuel’s stomach filled with butterflies as he watched the brown eyes that he became so fond of gaze back at him. Sam attempted to study every subtle movement made by her in an attempt to get in her mind and see what was going on in there. Did their intimate moments lately mean that she felt something for him as well or were they just casual? It was something he wasn’t quite ready to ask her, so he decided to just take full advantage of those moments while they lasted. As she stepped forward and pulled him into her, Sam’s lips formed into a smile against hers before kissing her back at first slowly and then a bit more passionately. His arms wrapped around her waist and slowly pushed her against the wall of the apartment building, right next to the broken vending machine. It wasn’t the classiest place to be making out with the girl he had liked for as long as he could remember, but it was damn near the perfect place to be alone. Who was going to go to a broken vending machine?  “How am I doing so far at handling it?” Sam breathlessly spoke, hovering over her lips for a moment, a look of lust filling his eyes as they met hers.