hey hey hey! the AS brain rot is getting stronger by the day so can i ask for #3 suzie/sam? :')
hi hi of course!!! <3
“How stupid do you think I am? Don’t answer that.”
Suzie doesn’t expect the knock on the door when it comes. She also doesn’t expect to see Sam Star, someone who she’s only just beginning to move from the “friend-of-a-friend” into the “friend” category, standing at the door with a bottle of wine.
“I brought wine,” she says, as if it’s perfectly normal for her to be here.
“That’s great,” Suzie says, stepping aside to let Sam in because what else can she do? “For what?”
Sam steps inside, looks around. Blinks. “Is there not a dinner party?”
Suzie snorts. “Not that I’m aware of. Was there supposed to be?”
“I don’t know, Kori told me to come!”
“And what, you believed it?” Suzie grins, knowing how it feels to be on the receiving end of Kori’s weird meddling. She knows why Sam is here, now that Kori’s name has been thrown into it, but she won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Now just how stupid do you think I am?” Sam grumbles, and she must’ve seen something on her face because Suzie barely opens her mouth to reply before she snaps, “Don’t answer that.”
“Stupid enough to come to a fake dinner party, at the very least.” Suzie answers anyway. “You’re welcome to stay, but I hope you like pasta because that’s all I had planned for tonight?” It’s a question, but she doesn’t really know what to do if the answer is no.
Sam sighs to herself, the same one she lets out after Kori and Lydia get stuck on some dumb bit on a night out. Then she turns around, smiling back at Suzie. “That sounds perfect, if you don’t mind me imposing. We can still break into the wine.” She holds up the bottle enticingly.
And it’s enticing—as is the thought of spending a night getting to know Sam, just the two of them.
“Perfect. Well. Get comfortable, let’s open the bottle, and I’ll get started on that pasta then.”
