Who: Sam Winchester and Shosanna Dreyfus. What: Talking, then heading to Shosanna's. Where: The Electric Lady. When: Backdated to Saturday, April 20. Warnings: Just flirting. Status: Closed | Complete
Sam had decided on a night out. He thought about asking Cas or one of his brothers or even Jo to join him, but decided he would rather go it alone this time around. He had a lot on his mind, and thought maybe if he got drunk enough he could forget about it all for a while.
He found himself at the Electric Lady, almost forgetting that his mom worked at the club. It had always been a place of familiarity to him, since he'd worked there his first couple years in Madison. It didn't feel like home, but it felt like a safe place for him.
He headed inside and almost immediately crossed paths with Shosanna. He didn't know her by name, but he knew she was a refugee, and as such he greeted her with a smile. "Evening."
***
Yes, Shosanna worked with Mary. She didn't know this man to be Mary's son, though. She hadn't gotten quite as close to Mary as she would have liked, but she was planning on fixing that in the near future. She liked Mary well enough. But this night? She was working alone, so when Sam walked into the Electric Lady, it was just Shosanna on the floor.
She offered him a bright smile when he greeted her, "Evening." She recognized him as one of the refugees of the town, so of course she was going to be friendly. That, and he was cute. That was a definite plus. "Can I get you something to drink?" She was still learning English, but after over a year in town, she was getting the hang of it. Her French accent was still very apparent, though. Not that she really minded all that much.
***
Sam didn't mind the accent either. He was of a mind that accents were sexy. It made her stand out from everyone else in town, though. And he was pretty sure she was a refugee. That was another positive in her favor.
"Whiskey," he told her. "Neat." He liked a cold beer most of the time, he wasn't a hard drinker. But after what he'd done with Death, the choice he'd made to seek her out because he was frustrated about other things, he needed something a little more intense than beer.
***
Shosanna nodded at Sam's request, and returned a few moments later with a whiskey, neat. She offered him the drink, along with a small smile. "I think I have seen you around before, but I do not believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you. I am Shosanna." It was nice, being able to introduce herself with her actual name. Especially after so many years of going by a different name.
There was another small smile from the woman, "An attractive man such as yourself... I am sure you are meeting someone here?" She wasn't really sure, no. But she wanted to make sure before she started flirting too heavily with him. She didn't want any jealous lover after her or anything.
***
Sam shook his head. "Nope. I'm all by myself," he told her. He was certainly open to flirting, maybe more if they got on well enough. he didn't automatically assume that was what she wanted, though. She might have just been asking out of niceness.
"I'm Sam," he added, realising he'd almost forgotten to share his name. "I've been here five years now, so we've probably seen each other in passing or something." He shrugged. he spoke to a lot of people and couldn't possibly remember them all.
***
Oh, that was definitely a plus. He was attractive and all by himself at The Electric Lady. So she was fairly certain she was free to flirt. Unless, of course, it made him uncomfortable. Then she wouldn't. "I am Shosanna," she offered with a smile. "I have been here almost a year and a half." So yes, Sammy, she was a refugee just like yourself.
"I arrived in December of 2017. It was the 40s when I left home." She wasn't exactly sure why she felt he needed to know this information, but she told him it anyway. "So, Sam," she started. "Would you care for some company tonight?" He could take that question any way he wanted. "It's slow tonight, I could use a bit of good conversation."
***
"My brother time traveled to the 40s. He killed Hitler and he loves to tell everyone about it." He'd been super obnoxious about it at first, but Sam had to admit it was pretty awesome.
"I'll never say no to some, uh, stimulating conversation," Sam told her. And he meant it. He wasn't thinking about the potential for sex or anything of the sort, though he wouldn't be opposed, it just wasn't his first thought.
***
"Your brother killed Hitler?" she asked. "That's... impressive. I had a plan to kill Hitler, but I got pulled here before I could do anything about the plan." Which was potentially a good thing, as she died during the process of trying to kill Hitler. Though she wasn't aware of that fact. But, hey, at least she tried, right?
She smiled at him when he agreed to a conversation with her. This pleased her. She didn't necessarily need anything to come from the conversation, she just wanted someone to talk to. It really was slow at the bar tonight, and talking with Sam seemed far better than sitting at the bar, alone, with no one to talk to.
"Let me get you another drink, then," she said with a smile. "On me."
***
"He did," Sam nodded. "Our lives are...interesting, to say the least. Sounds like yours is too." He flashed her a quick smile. She was nice to look at, and he was enjoying talking to her.
"You don't have to do that, but I'm not going to say no." He wasn't going to turn down a drink. "I'll have to find a way to repay you," he said. "If you'll let me."
***
She arched an eyebrow at Sam, briefly. "How are you goin to repay me, then?" she asked with a smile. She wasn't really expecting repayment. She had offered to buy him a drink with no hopes of repayment. She was doing it to be nice. Which she could be from time to time. Or usually. She liked being nice to people, it made her day, really.
"I will be right back," she told him, and headed toward the bar to get Sam another drink. She returned within a few moments, and handed him the glass of whiskey. Her fingers brushed lightly along his for a moment as she passed him the glass, and she allowed her fingers to linger there for a moment or two.
***
Sam didn't mind the lingering fingers. He appreciated it, really. It was always a nice boost to the ego when someone thought he was handsome and worth flirting with. "When do you get off work?" he asked her.
He was thinking ahead. And thinking they would be better off taking the conversation out of the bar sooner rather than later. But of course that depended on when she got off work. He could be patient.
***
Shosanna definitely thought Sam was handsome and worth flirting with. She readily admitted that she flirted quite a bit, but she didn't flirt with those she wasn't attracted to. And she was definitely attracted to Sam. "I'm actually off in about fifteen minutes. Do you think you can handle that long?" she asked with a smile.
She liked where this was headed. Maybe they'd be able to flirt some more once she was off work. Maybe more. "You want to come over to my place when I get off?" No, she didn't know Sam, but she felt she could trust him. He was a refugee, after all.
***
He didn't really question the offer. He knew she worked with his mother. And maybe Mary wasn't actually his mother yet, but she would be someday. For a short while, at least. And then later when he was adult. But that was...his weird life. Point was, she worked with his mother, so maybe she knew who he was and the offer to go back to her place wasn't quite so out of the blue.
"I'd like that a lot, Shosanna," he said with a wry little smile. "I suppose I can wait fifteen minutes. But that's totally my wait limit," he added with a grin.
***
Shosanna leaned up and placed a very quick kiss against his lips. "I understand," she said with a grin. "Fifteen minutes is really rather long to wait." She flashed him a playful smile as she spoke. "I may be able to convince my boss that I need to leave early..."
It wasn't something she usually did, but it was only fifteen minutes. And once in a while was okay, right? Sure it was.
"Do you need another drink?"
***
"You don't have to do that. I promise I'll wait. Especially if you get me another drink..." He wouldn't object if she really wanted to leave early, and if the boss didn't object. He supposed he could always say hi. He'd worked here for a long time, after all, and had left in good standing. Maybe it would help sway the odds in their favor.
***
"Oh, but I will see what I can do. Letting me off work fifteen minutes early won't hurt anything. And it's not too terribly busy, so there's that." She offered Sam a small smile. "I will be right back." And with that, she headed toward the manager on duty to see if she could head out early. She usually stayed late, so letting her off early one day wouldn't hurt anything.
***
Sam nursed his drink while she was talking to the manager. When he looked over, Sam lifted a hand in a wave, then turned back to face the bar and continue sipping his drink. He was in no hurry, but if Shosanna came back and said she was good to go, he'd down what was left in one gulp.
***
Shosanna returned after a few minutes, bag in hand. "I do believe it is time to go home," she said with a smile. Apparently the manager had known Sam Winchester, and had deemed it appropriate that she head home a bit early. She was pleased by this, because she was very much interested in going home with this man.
"I have some whiskey at home as well," she offered.
***
"Perfect," he said. He swallowed what remained of his drink in one gulp, then got to his feet. He gave the manager a little wave as he hooked his arm in hers, and headed for the door. "I'm looking forward to it," he told her.
This was so unlike him. But he supposed, it was the result of living in Madison for the better part of five years. No, he'd had his five year anniversary back in February. He'd changed a lot in that time, because of circumstances and relationships and how events in his life played out.
And at the moment? He didn't care about any of it. He only cared about going home with a beautiful woman and enjoying her company.