Allison and Sam | Sept 5
Sam didn't know what the hell to make of Wonderland. He'd only been here since yesterday at least, so a shorter period of time than others. The clothing didn't bother him too much, although the new Cap wouldn't mind jeans and a t-shirt. Ah well, beggars etc.
He managed to catch a drumstick some flying poultry ripped off itself to taunt those hunting it. Worked for Sam if nothing else.
A glass of wine, he found a seat and recognized the young woman. Not overly, but Sam found himself busy with work, Pam, and Best Man duties these days.
"I keep thinking this place can't get stranger and then..." as he pointed vaguely at a half snake/ferret creature ran by them chasing down some food. "I'm proven so wrong."