Re: coffee: sam & neil
"I'll accept what you like doing as an answer," she said. She wasn't being facetious or whatever; she wanted to know. Something he liked, that was still an improvement on the past, yeah? Ok, so he wasn't passionate; she would have never used that word to describe him anyway. Still his answer, it was surprising, and she grinned. "Control is your thing?" she asked, and she was obviously teasing, as indicated by gapped teeth and her tongue against the back of them. "But, no, yeah, the ideas become reality thing, I can get behind that. It's all art, yeah? Taking shit and making it beautiful. Canvases, businesses, what does it matter how you do it?" And, ok, so there was some hurt about the Meredith love confession thing, but it wasn't as bad as it had been when Meredith had first told her. She couldn't exactly be pissed at him about feeling enough for Meredith to do something about it, yeah? "Different how?" Which maybe she should have asked, but whatever; she was nosy.
She considered his insistence that he wait to see Lou. Personally, seeing that her brother was alive and not some demon thing had made her feel better, but she also hadn't been there when they'd captured him. Who knew what Neil had seen that day, and maybe he was fucked up about it or something. She didn't want to stress him right off the fucking wagon, so she didn't insist. But he laughed about the hella thing, and she was willing to take the fucking win. "Things with Lin and Daniel are fucked, man," was her commentary on things there, because they'd known the same people forever, and it was easy, yeah? Slipping back into that. "Lin wished Daniel sober for Valentine's, and Daniel fucking forget everything about everything almost."
She liked that laugh, the genuine one. She couldn't remember hearing that in forever, yeah? Before all the shit with the mafia family, way back into the Vegas days. But then the Lou thing was serious, and she got it, yeah? Lou could be the judgiest bitch to ever judge. "So, I shouldn't mention my whole open relationship thing over bowling or whatever the fuck we're doing? Check." That shit went over well with precisely nobody.
She was impressed he moved that quick, so she could get access to the chair seat with her bare feet; moving quick wasn't something she associated with Neil. She watched the interaction with the manager, and the smile on her face was so entertained. That fucking apologetic smile of his was so on-point, yeah? He eased himself over the back of the chair, which made her laugh a little, and she only hesitated for a second before taking his hand and jumping down from the chair. She kicked her heels out from under the table, and they went skittering toward the door. "We're going right now," she promised, giving the disgruntled managed her best innocent expression. And she tugged Neil toward the door, before letting go of him in order to scoop up her shoes. "You're used to that kiss-ass thing, yeah?" Grin.