Breanna Tucker (barelyvisible) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-08 09:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | breanna tucker, complete, player: mena, player: mj, samuel ward |
what's a boy like you doing in a bar like this?
Sam was still feeling restless as whilst the swim in the ocean had definitely helped eased some of that unspent energy it hadn't worked all of the kinks out of his system. It had been another long day of tattooing and rather than going straight home he decided he'd stop off for a drink and just unwind.
He pushed open the door to The Long Way Down pub and headed through the crowd to the bar where he settled and waited for the bartender to be free. As he waited Sam rested his elbows on the bar top and raked his fingers through his hair until catching on the small dark band which had been holding it back and loosened it. Long day had been long. "What's a guy like you doin' in a bar like this?" Bree asked as she slotted into the bar beside Sam, maybe a little closer than she needed to. She had been needing a drink and wanted to be a little closer to people rather than drinking alone at Jayati's. She wondered if the dragon was getting tired of her, yet. She slid her glass down onto the counter beside his arm and downed what was left of her whiskey before she asked the bartender - a cute blonde who had been chatting to Sam in a friendly manner - for a refill. "Sure thing, sugar," Clara replied, fingers tapping Sam's forearm as she handed him his drink. "I'll leave you be, Sam." She smiled warmly and moved away to serve some other customers and Bree moved to stand beside him properly. "You look like you need something stronger than a beer." Sam lifted his head as he heard a very familiar voice and turned it to rest his dark gaze on Bree, his lips curling into a smile. "That obvious huh?" He asked with a chuckle but only after he'd shot Clara a grateful look when she brought over his beer. "How you doing, Bree?" "Fine," Bree responded, thanking Clara as she came back to refill her glass and wander away to the other side of the bar to give Sam some privacy. Besides, the blonde seemed prickly and Clara didn't want to be around that energy right now. She pushed her hair back. "I- I mean I'm fine. You? Obviously not as fine." "Just a long day." Well that and ever since Kanuna had rocked back up in his life he'd become rather keenly aware of just how much sex he was not having. Apparently it should just happen because he was a wolf but he'd been human longer than he'd been a wolf so that didn't apply. "I did a back piece and those normally take it out of me." And he wasn't lying about it, those were pretty intense. "Ew," Bree responded softly, mostly in sympathy. Though she did her best to avoid other wolves, she didn't mind Sam. She still wasn't sure why, but the precious few times she'd seen him since the full moon and their shared breakfast hadn't been... diabolical. Though, those meetings had also been very brief and coincidental rather than one of them seeking the other out. Or so she was telling herself. "You could prolly use a massage then, huh." He took a sip of his beer and lifted his eyebrows. "Mhm, but pretty sure the spa is closed and I only have appointments booked for right after the full moon." He definitely had not been kidding about getting a massage booked because no shame in it and maybe just maybe it would work miracles for his various aches and pains. “Yeah, ain’t so sure they do moonlight hours,” she agreed though they had to be open at some point after dark to help the vampires of the town. Maybe they just did home visits. “Is it your back that’s hurtin’ you?” "Yeah, it's mostly in my back." His arms weren't too bad, bearable even. He honestly loved what he did but sometimes he did not love the side effects of doing it. “Mostly?” Bree asked, looking at Sam over the rim of her glass as she sipped at her drink. Sam nodded his head. “Mm, my arms hurt too but that’s all part and parcel of doing what I do for a living.” He held up a hand. “And this is not me complaining about it.” “Never said nothing about you complaining,” Bree pointed out calmly, taking the hand he held up in both of hers and drawing it down to the bar, thumbs on the back of his hands as she gently pushed down and started applying pressure in slow circles against the back of his hand, moving towards his wrist. Sam looked slightly taken aback by the impromptu massage from Bree though it was clear enough from his expression that actually the attention was quite welcomed. “You uh don’t have to- I mean I wasn’t fishing.” Of course he didn’t really want her to stop as it did feel good. “Did I hear you askin’?” Bree challenged with a smile, flashed briefly as she looked at him from beneath her lashes. Honestly, it just felt nice to touch him and wasn’t that something to unpack at a later date. Her thumbs kept going slowly up his arm, pausing at the forearm to massage the tight muscles near the elbow. “I can stop if you want me to, Sam.” “No, no you did not,” Sam answered with a chuckle. He relaxed into her firm confident touch though admittedly he did hiss a little when she hit his elbow. “Did you hear me asking you to stop?” He replied in a near enough mirror echo of what she’d asked earlier. Bree’s eyebrow lifted, “Did you just sass me?” She asked, drawing her lower lip between her teeth and adjusting her thumb position when Sam hissed, feeling the muscles bunched and tight under her fingers. Sam ducked his head to unsuccessfully hide the smirk that pulled his lips apart. “No?” He tried though it was clear he was teasing. He picked up his beer and knocked some of that back especially when that thumb adjusted its position and Bree caught her lower lip. Bree snorted and shook her head. "Sounded kinda like sass to me," she told him, glancing up through her lashes and watching Sam's throat work as he swallowed his beer before she slid her hands back down his forearm only to work her way back up to the tense muscles, focused on what she was doing. “I never sass.” Only he definitely did and definitely had. Thankfully Clara wasn’t present or she might have been on the Bree support train around the sass. He pushed out a breath and returned his gaze to watch as Bree worked her hand back down his forearm. “You’re pretty good at this.” "Mm?" Bree asked, glancing up at Sam again before she realised - belatedly - that he'd complimented her, which made her touch still for a moment, withdrawing only so she could take a sip of her drink before resuming what she was doing, carefully kneading at the tension in his forearm, focusing around his elbow, the muscles that were overworked before she slid down and turned his hand over, beginning to massage his palm, the mound of his thumb. "Had a fair bit of practise," she offered. "Don't you think I'm lettin' that sass go, by the way," she added, discomforted by how soft Sam was being with her. Not at all like the men she was used to. Sam snorted quietly. "No? Should I be worried?" He rested his other arm on top of the bar as he let Bree do whatever with his other especially as it did feel good and it was helping to ease some of the aches and pains. Bree's thumbs kneaded into the heel of his hand, strength evident in the way she worked through the tension there, touch moving up to each of his fingers, too. Eventually, she had sort of run out of hand to touch so withdrew, tapping her fingers on the bar and reaching for her drink again. "Very," she told him playfully. A chuckle escaped Sam before he turned back to the bar where he retrieved his beer. "I'll have to be on my guard then." He was joking because he knew this was just playful and it felt kind of nice just to joke around. "So, Bree, what have you been up to since the last time I saw you?" Bree chuckled, "Mm, when you least expect it," she told him with a little grin, downing her drink and spinning her glass against the bar. Her shoulder lifted. "Nothin' much. Just workin'." And drinking. And meeting up with Callum occasionally for a mutual itch to scratch, though she'd seen less of him as of late. "You?" "That's oddly terrifying," Sam admitted with a chuckle. His life had gotten a little more complicated as of late especially with Kanuna's arrival and his confession of being the one who had turned him. "Same as you, working. Also getting myself booked in for a regular massage at the spa for right after the full moon." Bree just winked and stole his beer, taking a mouthful of it before sliding it back across the bar to him. “You know what they say about all work and no play, Sam.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Don’t you start.” He’d heard it from Kanuna plenty without Bree joining in. “My brother is already making it very clear just how fun I am not having and his thoughts on that.” “Ain’t none of his business,” Bree said with a frown, withdrawing a little more and catching the other bartender’s attention, asking for a beer. So Sam had a brother, who was... like them? She leaned her elbow on the bar. “He a wolf, too?” “Yeah he is,” Sam replied with a nod. “Of course this I didn’t know this until recently.” Sometimes he felt like an idiot for not knowing what Kanuna and his father were but hindsight was a bitch. He pushed out a breath and smoothed a hand through his hair. “Must be nice having him around, though,” Bree pointed out, taking the provided beer with a thanks and pulling it closer to herself. “Family and all.” It was and it wasn’t. It was a weird contradiction and Sam was very aware of that. “Yes and no,” he affirmed. “It’s complicated and we’re both really different from how we were when we were younger so it’s hard to kind of figure out where everything stands.” Plus despite Sam being in town longer he knew fewer people and was less involved. Bree leaned back and tilted her head, eyebrow lifting. "Well, everyone changes, Sam. I mean... is it a good change or a bad one? From his side, of course. Ain't got much of an issue with you, after all." “It’s just different.” Not helped by the fact Kanuna had been carrying the guilt of turning Sam and not coming forward sooner. “He’s still my brother at the end of the day.” Sam rolled his nearly empty glass between his palms. “But you and he are right. No fun makes for a boring Sam.” “I wouldn’t say you’re boring,” Bree pointed out. “But a lil’ wound up? Definitely.” She shrugged her shoulder, hitching it upwards a little and tapping the bar. “Well, I’m sure you’ll work it out, if you really want to. Family’s family.” Not that she knew about that, or what a family was meant to be like. Sam snorted and gave a nod of agreement. “I am not going to disagree with you there.” He exhaled and sipped at his drink. “And you’re right, family is family. We’ll sort it one way or another.” It would just take time. |