Re: Bar: Sam & Neil
[Sam spent nearly three fucking years seeing Neil like this. Maybe the first year wasn't so bad, but shit hit hard and fast in Vegas, and this wasn't anything new. And, yeah, ok, so it'd been seven years for him, but not for her. This wasn't so far in the fucking rear view that she'd forgotten, and her own year of being clean wasn't even a fucking blip. But, yeah, she got the shame thing. She was avoiding Cris, yeah? It wouldn't work forever, but it was working for now, so she got it. She wasn't even into hating herself, and she got it.
She noticed him right away, yeah? When he waved her over, and she dumped her bag at the foot of her stool and climbed up onto it. She knelt on the seat, and fuck being proper or anything like that. Things were too fucked up for that, and he looked like shit. Ok, so maybe she was a little used to seeing him clean or whatever. Still, she didn't expect him to lecture her or get on her case. Saving her had never been Neil's thing.
So, she sat back, ass against her heels, and she nodded toward his empty glass.] Get me one, yeah? [Because she'd get carded, and she didn't want to deal with that shit.] How many in are you? [She didn't slur, but she was too fucking relaxed. Nod and benzos, and she wasn't freaking out about shit like she should, but that was better, yeah? Dealing on her own, it was a lot fucking better this way than seizing out all the time or something.]