seattle ; sunday evening

[necroslacker]

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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[whenshewasnice]

"And you don't think I remember?"

No, he probably hadn't meant it like that. Didn't stop her asking.

"It's just that my priorities are different."

[necroslacker]

"I didn't say that," Sam said tightly. "But, you go ahead and keep making me into the bad guy for not wanting to be friends with you, Natalie. Because that's what I'm hearing. I'm not trying, my priorities are wrong when all I really want is just to be with you. I'm so wrong to want that. Sorry."

[whenshewasnice]

"You're not wrong, you're different!" Natalie snapped, because she could do that too. Thank the alcohol. Or her moody week, or both. "I understand that. I understand you're sad, but do you understand that it makes me sad too that you can only want me in just one way? I miss you, Sam. You weren't just my boyfriend, you were my friend. And I don't have anyone who knows me like you do. And I'm still offering to give you up completely on the off chance that it would make you happier because I can't give you what you want."

Apparently she had words on this topic.

[necroslacker]

Sam was quiet for a few moments but his breathing was a little more ragged than usual. This night sucked. Everything sucked. He needed a vacation far, far away from everything.

"And I can't give you what you want either," Sam finally said. "Because yeah, I want more than that. Because I've had it and it was good for me. It was so good so dialing it back, trying to have less, and being okay with that? I just can't do it. It's not about not wanting you in more than one way, Natalie. It's about there being too much between us in the past to just be friends in the present and future. It's because I know you so completely as you say. So, I can't give you what you want."

He shook his head and rubbed his tired and gritty eyes. "And I've really gotta go now. Brid's coming this way and I've gotta go."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, you won't have to live in dread of me calling anytime soon," Natalie said, not even entirely sure why she said it. But say it she did. "I think I'll be leaving you alone for a while now."

Because seriously, was this any good to anyone right now?

[necroslacker]

"You do what you have to do," Sam told her. "But, I didn't dread anything. Don't make assumptions about me. I don't appreciate it."

And then, he hung up and turned his phone off. Later, he'd contemplate maybe smashing it into pieces.