Re: Quicklog: Sam and Casey and some stuff
[Sam stared some when he approached, yeah? How could she not. Casey was supposed to be so much fucking older. Like older than Neil or something, and he was younger now. Not as young as she was, but fucking younger than Lou for sure, and that was hella fucking weird. But it was still Casey. Same walk, same roll of his eyes, same strut that said he'd told his family to fuck off long before either of his brothers had.
She didn't let him finish his request for a hug, yeah? She pounced him. Cigarette tossed to blacktop, arms around his shoulders, and if he didn't hold on she'd knock them both to the fucking ground right there, on that Marvel sidewalk in front of a bunch of stores or whatever. She kissed his cheek, and then she drew back and grinned. Tooth-gap, cheeks red from the cold, and it was easy to pretend shit wasn't fucked up for that hug. She was happy to see him, and it showed.]
Still dig the leather jackets, hug, baby? [Asked as she tugged up his collar where it had gotten smashed down from her hug. She motioned to the stores around them.] Pick one, yeah? I need to get something that's fucking amazing.