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@sammiebachman
you know for a lone wolf you’re awfully needy
“Professionally.” The blonde nodded, a small proud smile curling her lips. She didn’t exactly inherit the gene, being adopted and all - but her parents taught her all the same. Even if she wasn’t the most balanced person, she loved the smell of salt water on her skin and in her hair. Eyes lit up at Sam’s words, an excited flourish in her tone. “Really? That’s where I grew up - in Oahu.” The blonde grinned, properly delighted in meeting the brunette, now. “Ah, now I’m understanding. Y’know — I’m betting you would’a run into my parents over there, if you were competing. They never miss an event.” A laugh crinkling her nose, Hanna nodded. “Oh yeah, you can definitely pull off mermaid.”
“No shit?” Her eyes widened in appreciation as a bright smile crossed her lips, half from her own excitement and half from the sheer excitement that seemed to exude from Hanna at the mention of the island. “That’s amazing,” She whistled softly in awe as she tilted her head back, “And here I thought growing up in Santa Monica was cool.” She tilted her head in obvious curiosity, “Yeah? What’re their names?” She’d met so many of her surfing idols just travelling on the circuit, it was difficult to keep them all straight in her head most of the time. “You think so?” Her eyes brightened in delight and Sam wiggled excitedly in place, “My dream come true.”
“Oh really? I might take you up on that offer.” Nic said as she looked the girl up and down, appreciating the curves of her body. “As much as I want to kiss you right now, I want to save that for after dinner. What do you say? You, me, dinner and a maybe a walk in the park? I swear I’m not a serial killer.” She said with a light chuckle. “Oh really? What is it that makes it so appealing? The thought of using my hands a lot? Or maybe it’s me getting grease all over my shirt and having to take it off.” The woman teased, a playful smirk crossing her face.
“Thank God, I thought I was gonna have to drop even more hints and my attention span is WAY limited around gorgeous women. It would’ve gone downhill fast.” She raised an eyebrow immediately in response to the suggestion, grinning broadly as the full scope of it sank in, “Asking me out already, huh? I... think I’d really love to do that.” She nodded emphatically for a moment in lieu of a response; truthfully, everything about that sounded appealing and she couldn’t stop herself from explaining that to the woman in front of her. “All of the above? Is that an answer I’m allowed to give? I can’t say the general idea of rough hands isn’t a hell of an appealing one, besides that.”
“Babble away. I won’t stop you. I tend to ramble about music so if I’m ever talking to much about that, go ahead and stop me. But surfing is always something I wanted to try but never actually did because I’ve always lived right here in Manhattan”
“Are you a musician, then? Because that’s super fucking cool— and you can totally feel free to talk about that until you’re literally blue in the face if that’s what you wanna do. You ever been to Montauk? There’s this place there called Turtle Cove, everyone calls the breaks the ‘turtles’ but they look amazing. I’m going as soon as I can if you wanna tag along.”
“You know what, love.. We’ve got a fucking shitty load in common me and you. Not enough beach and far too much jetlag. I do wish New York had more beaches but it’s got other stuff, you know? Like.. There’s the food and then there’s the weirdos and that. It’s pretty alright.”
“The weirdos, huh? I might need a healthy dose of those soon. If I’m not going to get beach access for a while, I wanna be thoroughly entertained, feel me? I do like it here, though. It’s just... a change of pace.”
“Sometimes, yeah. Only when people hear New York they tend to think New York, New York and it all gets so confusing for them. Seneca, New York only has about three-thousand people too so it’s not widely known.” She missed home sometimes but wouldn’t admit it. Stalling, her eyebrows raised in response to the joke, Olivia’s composure broke finally and she laugh at the girls expense. “That was pretty terrible but it’s a joke about fish which I appreciate. Apparently, I am also a sucker for corny jokes and awkward girls.” She didn’t know why she found it so appealing but she did - it was adorable.
“Corny jokes are kind of my specialty, so thank God for that. I was almost expecting you not to laugh, and that would’ve been embarrassing.” She scrunched her nose briefly at the thought; it wouldn’t have been the first time but she was relieved that it hadn’t taken that turn— she tended to get along with people much better when they could at least tolerate her awful jokes, so it was already a step in the right direction. “Do you know any awful jokes? Because I feel like I need that comfort since I just, y’know, bared my awful joke loving soul right there.” Her tone was nothing but playful as she met Olivia’s eyes, curious and eager to continue the conversation.
“I love to take naps.” She blushed bright red. “You think ‘m adorable? Aw, golly. You’re sweet. Um yeah, you make me nervous. ‘S not your fault. ‘M not good with people ‘specially not girls.” She explained. Her brow furrowed at the girl’s last comment. “Why would someone want you to bite them?” She cocked her head to the side in confusion.
“Oh, honey...” She trailed off as a smile curled at the corners of her mouth, raising a hand to hide the look on her face as she bit back a laugh. “Y’know, for like, sexy reasons. Biting turns a lot of people on, y’know?” Her smile widened as she shook her head, a low chuckle finally passing her lips, “Well, like I said, I’m not trying to make you nervous. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior, but I get it. Is there anything I can do to make it easier on ya?”
“I’m nothing like my parents.” The blonde admitted honestly, although a grin curled her lips at Sam’s suggestion. “Maybe I will. What about you, huh? How often do you get out there?” Hanna quizzed, assuming it was more often than not. “It’s ace, huh? Kind’a like the Playboy Mansion minus the creep.” She joked, before quirking a curious brow. “What d’you do for a living? And oh yeah, I love it. Kind’ve a dream, if ya’ ask me.”
“Your parents surf?” Her eyes brightened, “That’s so sick, I wish my parents had done shit like that with us.” Her expression shifted, something wistful in her gaze as she considered the question— during a regular season she was practically living in the water, only leaving it to make room for others in their heats or to sleep or chat with sponsors at the behest of her agent. “God, I practically live in the water when we’re on tour. I just came back to the mainland from Oahu, which was pretty amazing. I wanna go back, like, literally as soon as I can.” Her smile was distinctly amused and she giggled brightly at the question, “I’m a surfer, gorgeous. Well. Full time surfer, part-time mermaid; is what I would be if that were possible.” She stuck her tongue out cheekily to punctuate the comment.
“My mum loved it, I know she did. She won’t admit it, but I think she was pretty wild before she met my dad.” Renée confessed as she thought back to all the stories she used to make her mother tell her. “In medicine there is one answer and one answer only. There is a sickness and a cure. Not much else to it. I suppose it’s all just numbers and whatnot.” The girl never met to take such a distant opinion on her job, she loved doing it. She should be lucky, she saves patients nearly everyday. Though, when it boiled down to it, how much help was she really doing? Shaking the thoughts away, Renee listened to the girl as before opening her mouth to say something. “Well this city should have plenty of muse. Maybe I could see some of your photographs one day? That is, if you’re willing to share them. I certainly don’t want to intrude.”
Sam’s laughter was immediate and echoed loudly through the space they were in before she had the presence of mind to cover her mouth to muffle it, “That’s incredible. My parents were probably like that too, now that I think about it. I’m not sure my dad’s ever taken a day off in his life and my mom was way too cool with us not to have been a flower child at some point in her life.” She drew her lip between her teeth for a moment as she considered the question regarding her photographs. She wasn’t all that shy about sharing her work with the general populace— she’d had it featured in magazines, showed it occasionally and was generally very proud to hold it up for the world to see. Granted, in those cases, she didn’t really have to deal with being around the people looking at her work for all that long and the thought sent a vague terror flitting briefly through her before she shook her head and grinned crookedly, “No, I wouldn’t mind at all. I have... a working portfolio in my things. I don’t know if you’re interested in checking that stuff out now?”
“Technically? What about literally?” She teased as she looked the girl up and down. “Do you want me to kiss it better? Oh I’m an automotive mechanic, I own my own shop down in Greenwich Village. Not nearly as cool as a professional surfer, but ya know, it pays the bills.”
Sam snorted, biting back a laugh as she met the other woman’s eyes, “Oh, you can kiss me better any time you want, gorgeous.” Her eyes darkened briefly at the thought before her smile was fixed firmly back in place, “Mechanic, huh? I can dig that. And I’m not only saying that because the thought is pretty hot. But that may have something to do with it.”
“Yup, super lucky. Oh that’s no fun, timezone’s are so weird. Bein’ in another one seems like it would be weird. ‘M glad you’re okay! Now you can take a nap if you want. The beds here are super duper comfortable. Oh golly, sorry. I get overexcited sometimes. ‘M tryin’ to be better around new people. Less nervous.”
“I’ll be taking plenty of naps very, very soon - I can feel it in my bones. Hey, I never said you had to apologize for it. I personally think it’s pretty adorable— am I making you nervous?” She smiled lightly as she held her hands held up peacefully, “I swear I don’t mean to. And I definitely don’t bite— unless requested.”
Do you believe in love at first sight?
“I believe in deep connections at first sight, if that counts? If I’d call it love... I dunno. Infatuation at first sight, though? Sure, absolutely.”
What do you look for most in a woman?
“Uh.... shit, man— I guess, broadly, I like women with decent senses of humor. I’m not exactly a comedic genius but if they don’t take themselves too seriously and kinda laugh at my dumbass jokes - that’s a plus. Intelligence, ambition, boldness— I just like women, whoever they are, I’m attracted to people for reasons I can’t even explain sometimes. So, if they like me and they’re cute and funny and laugh at my stupid ass, then it’s what I’m lookin’ for. Y’know. Broadly.”
Why did you come to the show?
“Well— long story short: I came out to the world at large and decided to take a little impromptu break from surfing. Thought it might be cool to end up somewhere I’d feel at least a little more comfortable, so, y’know. Publicist thought this might be a good bet and ta-da!”
“Seneca, New York. So I’m really from a town in New York the state - not the actual city. But New York, New York is nice, of course, but I’m more of the calmer side of New York state. My mother works real estate all over New York though.” It was a little difficult to understand since New York, New York was more or less where people associated all New Yorkers to be from but she hoped she explained it okay. “Just honest, I like to think. I happen to like silly and goofy so I’m anxiously awaiting.”
“Got it,” She blinked several times as she processed the information, “Do you have to just tell people how far away you are from the city to explain where you live? A lot of my friends did that. Like, ‘oh we’re basically from LA’. Or the closest huge ass city.” Sam sighed lowly, looking particularly pained before she met Olivia’s eyes, “Okay. I guess it’s now or never. You wanna hear a joke?” She raised an eyebrow, pausing only momentarily for dramatic effect, “What did the fish say when it hit a wall? .... Dam.”