Re: AHS: Sam A & Cris M
He said he was separated, and he balled up his fist like his ring was going to roll off or something as a result of saying the words. "But still hoping or something, yeah?" she added. She didn't say it judgmental. She'd been happy as fuck when she bailed on Al for adventure and a new fucking world, but she knew about loss too. "I get it. Not with the ring or whatever, but I was with this guy for years, and now he's gone." She didn't talk much about Neil, not beyond assuring Lou that he wasn't dead or something, but it seemed fair to share after that telling clench of wedding band. "He's never coming back, and he wouldn't be with me even if he did, but I get it. He was my best friend or whatever." She got it.
The fact that he was being so fucking obvious about not looking at her thighs, though, that made it obvious that he was looking at her thighs, and her red grin went bright and wide and too many teeth. She tugged on his loose tie playfully. Yeah, distraction, that was something she had a lot of fucking experience with.
But the name he dropped, that made her laugh. Lean forward, and knee against his lower belly for a moment. "Russ? You talked to Russ?" Another laugh, because small fucking world. "IDK if it's better this way," she said, IDK, and she thought he would get it. "Las Vegas was real, so it's a trade off. No one in our heads, but no real world anymore." She called for a cigarette, and Santa Barbara came over and lit her one, no filter, and he offered one to Cris before going back to the door. She exhaled out of the corner of her mouth, the smoke perched between two fingers. "This is better," she finally said. "Before, the people in our heads could make us do shit, which wasn't cool, and douchebags got a place to hide if they did bad things. I mean, they can hide now, but not like before."
He called off the drink, and she laughed. "I figured you'd need it, yeah? People living inside people's heads is like Twilight Zone shit."