Re: 2200
Sam shook his head and ran his hand through his dark hair, looking up at the ceiling instead of the other man - so he wouldn't stare and look uncomfortable. Besides, looking away as he tried to be funny just made him suave and interesting, right?
Sam certainly thought so.
"Nope, I'm not a spy. I can barely speak English, much less a foreign language," he drawled, his accent thick and heavy, much to his dismay. "Nah, you'd be fine. You airmen don't pose as much a problem," Sam joked, grinning widely as the man pointed his bottle at him, laughing and looking away quickly.
"Nope," Sam shrugged, honest. "Better for me, anyways." Sam always stayed very vague when it came to his background - it was a little embarrassing for him, to tell the truth. He didn't want anyone to know he was from a dirt poor family that couldn't even afford to put him through college. The army had been the only answer for him. But Sam wanted to seem like he came from a good, successful, and wealthy southern family.
The older man blinked and tried not to look totally surprised by how young the other man was. "No, not that young," he lied. "Age don't matter here, though, it's just how you do your job."
Even Sam cringed inwardly at that. What a useless, inane thing to say!