Something's Gotta Give

Samuel Archer || 99/28 || Divinely Necromanced || Psychologist/Bar tender || Lost Soul

[vic-jones-blog]

“See, you say shit like that, and then you drop ‘Swifties’ on me.” She laughed, shaking her head at him. “You love it, don’t lie. I bet you secretly jam out late at night and sing into your hairbrush.”

 “And dwindling sanity my ass. You’re sharp as ever.” She said, tone going a little more serious, a little sober.

[spectersam-blog]

“What can I say? I’m trying to get with the times.” He chuckled, a broad smile slipping across his lips. “Oh, yeah, totally. You caught me Vic, red-handed. T-Swift is my jam.”

“Now you’re just flattering me.” Sam muttered, shaking his head at her, amusement in his eyes. “What do you want Vic? No one ever flatters me unless they want something.”

[bethany-potter]

Beth rolled her eyes. “And you should have learned by now that I have an electric fence around mine.” She sighed letting go of her gun. After all Sam was annoying at times but he wasn’t dangerous. “Get that hand out of my face Sam. And I do smile all the time, you just haven’t paid attention.” In a way that was true, Beth’s smiles weren’t over dramatic. Sometimes it was just an amused look in her eyes, a flick of the corner of her mouth. If one wasn’t paying attention they wouldn’t catch it. Beth had lost a lot of her personality through the years, through necessity or through loss, but there was still a humor in her eyes.

Beth rolled her eyes yet again, “I pissed off a lot of people, and apparently I’m now on some lists. I wasn’t in my clan because I liked the values. They were son’s of bitches but they kept the others off my ass.”

[spectersam-blog]

“Oooh an electric fence... scary.” The spirit cackled, shaking his hands slightly, a broad smile stretching across his face. He wasn’t quite sure what drew him to Beth in particular, it could’ve been many things, but he narrowed it down to the fact that she merely amused him. “Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” The spirit drawled dropping his hand and crossing his arms over his chest. “I pay plenty attention to you. I mean why else do you think we keep meeting like this, huh?” Sam tilted his head at the woman, crossing his legs at the ankles. His smile cracking a bit wider, blue eyes flicking to meet her gaze, searching for a small glimmer of amusement. There, there it was... deep, deep down in there. “You, Beth, find me amusing. That’s why!”  

Now it was Sam’s turn to roll his eyes, his gaze rolling toward the ceiling. “Yeah, well, now you know how I feel. Trust me, I ain’t that well-liked either. But, that doesn’t mean you gotta get snappy. Keep your enemies close, but you’re friends closer... That’s what they say right? Or... shit... maybe it was the other way around. Hell, I don’t know.”

[were-fridadiaz]

“Right, its my first time living away from home.”

[spectersam-blog]

“Oh the excitement... I remember those days... So, how’re you liking it? Pretty neat, right?”

[missingtrevor]

“Ah… it was a poem, but yes.” Trevor wasn’t so shy to admit. “I like to play music.”

[spectersam-blog]

“Poem... song... same damn thing.” Sam chuckled with a lackadaisical grin, his shoulders shrugging limply at the other. “A song is just a poem with music.” He said, adding air-quotes as if it would prove his point. “But what a coinkydink I happen to like music as well.”

[vic-jones-blog]

“Is this the part where I start serenading you with Taylor Swift lyrics? Because I’m really, really tempted.”

 “Or d’you think if I was overheard that would ruin my chances of getting laid tonight?”

[spectersam-blog]

“Please don’t. For the sake of my dwindling sanity, I beg of you.”

“I’d say it’s a fifty-fifty. Some of the guys-- or girls could be... fans. no, wait, what’re they called? Swifties?”

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[were-fridadiaz]

“Well I’m getting there at least.”

[spectersam-blog]

“Hey, at least it’s progress. Gotta start somewhere, right?”

[vic-jones-blog]

“Speaking of true words.”

 “Ooh, watch it, that flattery could get you into trouble, friend.”

[spectersam-blog]

“I seem to have a knack for trouble if I recall correctly.”

“In fact, that’s my middle name. Trouble.”

[bethany-potter]

“See that’s not something you should say if you don’t want your ass to get shot.” Beth said hand curling around the gun in her jean pocket. She wouldn’t actually shoot the ghost - but she’d scare the smart ass out of him. “I smile all the fucking time, Sam. I’m not particularly happy at the moment so excuse me for not finding this hilarious.”

[spectersam-blog]

“Well, did you really expect anything less from me Beth? You should know me by now, I don’t exactly care for boundaries. See, that’s the thing about being dead... we don’t give a fuck.” Sam stated in an amused tone, clearly not phased by Beth’s hand moving toward her jean pocket. She wouldn’t shoot him. At least, he didn’t think she would. Eyeing her with little interest, he smirked, tilting his head slightly. “Right, all the time,” The spirit muttered, pointing a finger at the exorcist. “And that, my dear, is what I call a bullshit lie.” He added with a snicker, blue eyes narrowing slightly. Another dry chuckle left his lips as he shook his head at her, “And I for one find it completely amusing, sorry you don’t feel the same way.” He countered with raise of his brows. “You know, you can always talk to me Beth.” He paused, pointing a finger at her, his tone matter-of-fact as he spoke. “It’s not good to hold things in you know.”

[missingtrevor]

“All that is not equal to the poison which flows From your eyes, from your green eyes, Lakes where my soul trembles and sees its evil side… My dreams come in multitude To slake their thirst in those bitter gulf–”

“‘Next verse gets a bit awkward.”

[spectersam-blog]

“So, you’re a musician, eh? I dig musicians and accents”

[were-fridadiaz]

“So day one of the brave new life. Job check, apartment still yet to be acquired, positive attitude double check.”

[spectersam-blog]

“Looks like you’ve got it all worked out already, huh?”

[spectersam-blog]

Slowly getting replies. Sorry I haven’t been around, stuff popped up and my muse kind of went to Narnia. But now I’m back and I baited my muse back with chocolate. Chocolate solves all. -scurries away to reply-

[vic-jones-blog]

“If not for distributing random condoms, I just don’t know.”

 “So has someone been giving me the eye without me knowing, or do I just look particularly ravishing tonight?”

[spectersam-blog]

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

“I wouldn’t say someone, more like-- someones. But, I mean, you always look ravishing.”

[bethany-potter]

“I’m about six seconds from getting my gun and shooting your ass, Samuel. We both know I’ll do it.” 

[spectersam-blog]

“Oh c’mon Beth... Lighten up some, geez. Besides, I think it has been well over six fucking seconds. But seriously, you’re no fun. I mean do you ever smile? Can you even smile?”

[vic-jones-blog]

“Oooh, you think so? Sweet, thanks, bud!”

[spectersam-blog]

“Yeah, no problem, love. What are friends for?”

[bethany-potter]

“Pater noster qui    es in coelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum; -” 

[spectersam-blog]

“What is that? Latin? Are you... are you seriously praying for my soul Bethany? You are, aren’t you? Oh my God that-- that is rich.”

[spectersam-blog]

“I think you need this more than I do. Here.”