RP: Sam, G Who: Sam, G Where: a hotel in the city When: February 14, 2011 Summary: Sam wants to escape and there are things they need to talk about
Sam hadn't needed a lot of convincing, but he'd let Savannah ramble on about the perfect night, and how they should let them out, and how she wanted to surprise Marty. The moment she'd started with condoms and sex, he'd agreed that they would go out.
It was Valentine's Day and he'd almost ask Hetty for suits, but then he changed his mind, because out in public would be too much like work. So instead he packed a change of clothes for the both of them, a rifle and ammo, just in case, and after delivering a suit dressed Deeks to the house, he'd told G that they were going out.
He hadn't made any plans, hadn't done any research, hadn't made reservation. Instead, he drove into the city, going up 6th Avenue. "Tell me when to stop," had been his only request, and when G said so, he drove into the parking lot of the first hotel. He got a room under his alias and told them that they'd be paying cash. Upstairs, he tossed the duffle bag next on the floor, next to the bed. "Get us something to eat, and if it's not in English, I don't want it," he said with a half smile. He had no problem with ethnic cuisine, but in Manhattan and at hotel like this, foreign meant weird and definitely not enough to qualify as a meal. He took out his gun as he spoke, going into the bathroom, to make sure there was no one. A quick look at the windows confirmed that they couldn't be opened. He left the curtains open, getting a view of the city, all the bright lights showing how vibrant New York was even at night. "When I was growing up, I never dreamed that one day I could afford a room like this."