necroslacker | seattle ; sunday evening

St. Patrick's Day didn't mean a lot to Sam. Sure, he wore green when he remembered but for the most part, it was just another day. This St. Patrick's Day though, Sam had gotten dragged out to a bar with Brid and her brothers. Her excuse had been she was tired of him moping around like a lost puppy. He'd tried to beg off but she hadn't been hearing it.

So, Sam was at a bar. And Sam was actually drinking. It actually got a little easier to convince him to drink after getting some alcohol in him. Maybe that had been Brid's plan all along. Whatever, Sam wasn't going to argue. Maybe he could get drunk for only the second time in his life and forget how bad he'd been feeling for months now.

Brid was off, trying to cajole one of her brothers into doing karaoke or dancing or something which left Sam at the bar alone. He chatted occasionally with the bartender but otherwise, just say quietly with a drink in his hand.

At least Brid wasn't trying to make him do karaoke.

[NFB but open for calls/texts/etc. Sam is a leetle drunk.]

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Okay, this time, Natalie didn't call him on purpose. Promise. She also wasn't drunk.

Well, she'd had a drink, because that happened when you went out to lose yourself in a crowd on an evening heavily geared towards drinking and merrymaking. But drunk? No. And she was on the street now, walking along and weighing the pros and cons of just going home already, and trying to call Jace because who else would she call on an evening like this?

And then someone bumped into her as she was choosing the number from her contacts, and she didn't think to check it before putting the phone to her ear.

Whoops.

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