Who: Sam and Billie What: Roommate bonding! Or something. When: Tonight. Where: In their little room in the little Safehouse in the little Queens in the little world. Rating: TBA Status: Incomplete.
One of the unoccupied beds was going to no longer be unoccupied. Sam was fine with this usually. New people didn't help with the crowding issue, but Sam could cope with that. As an only child, this entire experience was too surreal for her to comprehend. It was like an astronaut visiting a strange alien planet. With this attitude she could quite easily detach herself from every circumstance. Sam didn't understand their strange culture or customs. She didn't have to understand their strange alien customs, and she definitely didn't want to understand their strange alien customs. She just had to wait for her home planet's rocket to come back for her, and possibly tell the inhabitants of her own world about this strange phenomenon that she experienced in a public forum later, in case the information might be useful should anyone have to deal with the aliens again. Usually she was just fine with one more bed being filled. Except this just happened to be the one next to hers. Living among aliens, and sharing a room with one were highly different matters. Sam didn't know much about this Billie, she only knew what she looked like from a short glance when the girl first came in with the louder of the roadies. That was good, considering otherwise Sam might have gotten caught in a gender assumption trap. Considering her own name, that would be both hypocritical and ironic, things that Sam tried to avoid wherever possible.
After she had finished stitching and bandaging all that needed to be stitched and bandaged for that day, Sam had tried to avoid going back to her room for as long as possible. She'd done dishes, she'd cleaned windows, she'd even actually spoken to a few people that she barely even knew, but now she was out of things, and there was no escape. At least she would be getting it over with! Unless the girl wasn't there then well...no big deal! They could meet later. Tomorrow, or maybe the day after if Sam got really busy, or maybe the day after that. If Billie wasn't in the room, then maybe it would just be best to wait until they left the safe house, and just happened to run into each other. It certainly wasn't Sam's fault if Billie didn't happen to be in the room the one time that Sam could probably meet her. She nervously made her way to the door, and cautiously turned the knob. Peeking in through the door frame, she saw the girl sitting on the opposite bed. Shoot! Oh good! Billie was there!
Thrusting the door open all the way, in what she hoped was a casual looking manner, Sam entered the room, and sat on her own bed. After a moment, she spoke “Hello. I'm Sam. I guess we're rooming together.” The gifts in the kitchen seemed to indicate that Billie was at least kind of kind. That was good. Sam did not want to join the aliens in their recent behavior, and she had heard in stories that roommates were precisely the sort of thing that could get her to that point. But then again, assuming someone was kind was making one too many assumptions. Maybe Billie just really hated coffee....and sausage....and.....snickers......Nevermind! The girl was probably kind....Or actually an alien. Sam paused for a moment, “Thank you so much for the Snickers.” Then to make sure that Billie didn't get the wrong idea she added, “I only took one.”