how long had this guy-- brady? brandon? whatever-- been hitting on her? she'd been at the bar for like, two minutes before his tipsy ass recognized her and sauntered up to talk. sure, they'd been, uh, close in high school, but that doesn't mean he can just show up and flirt like mad. doesn't he see the ring?
well, that hand's in her pocket, and she's far to amused to remove it and stop these ramblings and attempts to impress her.
after a moment, Cy glances over the old acquaintance's shoulder and meets Sam's eyes, wicked smirk in place. the only response that's been offered to brady-brandon-whatever has been limited to nods and 'mm-hmm's, but it's fun to tease the guy she's gonna be marrying in just a few days.















