Re: coffee: sam & neil
The most Sam had managed to do with her language was teach herself not to curse at work. When her job had been construction workers and I-Beams or, worse, johns on corners, cursing all over the place was no big fucking deal. But no one went to a fine art gallery and expected to hear her talking like a sailor, yeah? So, she turned it off when she was working. Otherwise, yeah, no, it was too much a part of her to talk the way she did. You couldn't completely take the Jersey out of the girl, and the bad language, like her rough accent, wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Refined is... formal," she finally said, after hunting for the word. "Hot, but formal, baby. And, yeah? Isn't that how long you were gone?" She sucked at age indicators, but she could have swore that was what Lou said, and Meredith said they'd been together like three years of that, yeah? Something like that.
She laughed a little when he relented and asked about the bracelet. "So fucking predictable. One of these days, do something I'm completely not expecting, yeah?" But she'd taunted him with it, so she might as well pony up. He was an easy practice person to tell shit to anyway, because he never reacted in any extreme way. "The seizures got worse." She lifted her wrist and jangled the bracelet. "Epilepsy. I have a seizure alert dog and everything. Good fucking times, yeah? And I didn't actually go anywhere. I went back in time in this door for a little over a year. I guess I could have left to go look for people, but I was really screwed up after Bellevue."
Sam had no fucking doubts about Lou. None. "He might have been raised with you, but Lou's an Alexander through and through. That bitch is a survivor, and he'll get through this too. I'll have faith enough for both of us, yeah? And he'll come around about Meredith if she makes you happy. I think that's all he really cares about. That she's good for you."
She laughed at his hesitation about the sex thing. "Come the fuck on, Neil. We had plenty of sex. It's ok. We can talk about shit like grown ups," she said with an easy grin, and she tapped paper and pencil, so he could go back to doodling if it distracted him. "So, is it good? That shit matters. It matters more than Lou does."