Gotham: Methos & Sam
[Sam was way too fucking trusting. Even after all the shit she'd gone through, and even with Micah back, she didn't worry about going to meet some strange guy in Gotham. She didn't think twice about the fact that maybe it was just Micah trying to lure her out, even though she knew the journals let people change their names. She wasn't that jaded, even with everything. She believed this guy was exactly what he said he was, and that he was exactly who he said he was: Benjamin, who wanted a beer.
She made her way to the Iceberg, the bar she'd gone to with Neil when he was still around. Plush reds and dark woods, and the place was filled with mafia types. The girls on the stage wore feathers and rhinestones, and the music was slow and hella sultry. She was a few beers in, and her hoodie was around her hips now. Flannel under worn overalls and her hair loose. Her cheeks were flushed from the crowd, the smoke and the booze, and she smelled like the clove she cradled between thumb and forefinger.
There, she yanked open the door to the closet in the back or whatever, because she'd used the fucking thing before, and she peered into the hotel hallway. She looked at the guy there, the one she'd displaced by yanking the door open, and she grinned. Youth and gapped teeth and a sheepish thing of a smile that didn't come with an apology.]
You Benjamin, baby? [Tease, because of course he fucking was, but she asked anyway.]