#samburman

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?? for sam

Send ?? for a DRUNK text. ASA: Sam sammmmsam ASA: i heard a starwars song ASA: do you know weird al? wait ofcourse u do youre not an idiot ASA: Listen to SAGA BEGINS!!! its a parody &its all STAR WARS ASA: made me think of you, they bring up quigon jinN! the one i said was really hot.... ASA: anywayyyys update me if u like! pls dont kill me miss you!!!

GET A TEXT - ASA // VAL // MARS // OZ // GUS // MAL // ASH

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$ (sam)

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

ASA: How are the cats doing? Kathy seemed a little nervous, but I think she's going to be fine. She just gets skittish.

GET A TEXT - ASA // VAL // MARS // OZ // GUS // MAL

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Do you trust Sam?

Tough. A bit painful, considering everything going on recently. But. Of course he does... he's his friend, right? "Yes." @samburman

ASK ANYTHING, I CAN ONLY RESPOND WITH YES OR NO - ASA // VAL // MARS // OZ // GUS // MAL

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🥴 : a drunk voicemail (sam)

"Sam. Samar. Mr. Burman. Where the ever-loving fuck have you been? This place is boring on a usual day and you're not even around to complain about... I don't know, the smell of the books or whatever. Too busy being school marm? We've got plenty of rulers here to use for smacking knuckles if you're out... shit... thought what we had was special, man."

RELATIONSHIP BUILDING - ASA // VAL // MARS // OZ // GUS // MAL

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Location: Coffee & a Shooting Range Status: Closed ( @samburman )

After much debate on what on earth he was supposed to wear to go shooting, of all things, and figuring out if he was going to have a panic attack on the way to meet up with Sam, Asa has finally decided fuck it, this is happening. He's not committing to anything, after all. He's learning to protect himself. In a line of business that's lined with hitmen and gunpowder and knives and death, well. It's better to be prepared. Better to just know.

They had agreed to grab coffee first so Asa's standing beside the other, bouncing a bit on the balls of his feet as they wait for their orders to be called near the hand-off spot. "I think the coffee makes this less intimidating somehow. Just... hanging out with a buddy, drinkin' some java and uh... shootin' some... uh. Is there some type of slang for gun?" He asks with a sheepish laugh.

[ludomalatesta]

CLOSED STARTER: @samburman​ LOCATION: barbarella bar

The events that took place at the Mark Hotel had been enough to shake her, but not nearly as much as the revealed truth that came from it. Of course she’d always known that Nikolai was involved in bad business, presumably gang related – she wasn’t daft. The hushed conversations with his colleagues and friends, leaving the house at odd hours of the night, coming home with bruises and bloodstained clothes. She recognized it all from the scenes she’d observed in childhood. People in organizations like that just carried themselves differently; it wasn’t difficult to spot. 

Familiarity with shady dealings aside, Ludo felt a general sense of unease had come over her since that night. The Syndicate, as it was apparently known, was no small-time gang – it didn’t even compare to the small mafia families of Bologna. The danger of it all excited her, it always had, but the harsh truth she’d failed to consider was that she didn’t get a free safety pass simply because she was with Nik. 

Ludo was ruminating on the situation again as she sat alone at the bar, staring blankly into her drink rather than chatting as she normally would. The face she saw when she finally looked up startled her – it was like he had just appeared right out of her thoughts. “Sam,” she greeted with a note of surprise, signature charming smile slipping into place even though her heart began to hammer. “It’s been ages. How’ve you been?”