Re: Ocean's: Ash & Sam
"It's hella fucking hot out there," Sam said by way of explanation, her throat parched and her breath clove-sweet from a cigarette smoked on the way, because smoking in the fucking heat was the thing to do, yeah? "Ice. Then talking." And luckily the waitress brought the drink right fucking then, and Sam broke the paper on the straw and seriously drank from the thing for like thirty-seconds.
She sighed, pleasure, and yeah, that was so much fucking better. She hated the cold in Gotham and Marvel, but Vegas without wheels or a bus pass could be such a fucking pain. Still, she loved the city, and it was so much better than the fucking alternatives. She plucked her fingers into the soda and pulled out an ice cube, which she sucked on.
Menu in her free hand, she smiled at the woman across from her. Woman, yeah? Because Sam hadn't aged, man. Thanks to the hotel bullshit, she was back at the same age she'd been when she'd first met Ash a roller rink. "So, tell me shit. Show me pictures of the kid. Tell me about being gone." Because listening, listening was good, and Ash always talked. It made shit with her easy.