Re: [In-person: Sam & Cris]
[Sam stepped outta the bedroom, and anybody who'da seen Cris and her together wouldn'tna thought they were together, least not just by judging by their outfits, huh? He was in a camiseta, tight and white over dark skin, and loose heathered sweats. He didn't have no shoes on yet, but they'd prolly be some Nikes. His hair was dark, but still kinda combed from the day. He just kinda looked like a regular Joe Schmoe. Sam, on the other hand, was real creative and you could tell from just what she chose to wear on out to canoe in the middlea the night. The overall things and the gaping boots, the layera that red shirt and the shocka short, blue hair, and young, gappy grin. Maybe he looked like the high school gym teacher and she was an older student coming back into town to say hey and they ran into each other or something.—Cris laughed to himself at this stupid idea, but he smiled when the gringa turned toward him with a jutta chin and an ultimatum.
He lifted his hands real nice and easy, huh?] A'right, a'right, you and me, talkin', not fuckin'. I'm wearin' the pants 'cause they're comfortable, huh? [He smiled nice, the kinda smile you give viejas, and he held out his hand for Sam to take. He wiggled his fingers at her.] C'mon. Lemme get shoes and we can go. We can go talk.