WHO: Chloe Frazer & Sam Winchester WHERE: Thirteenth Floor WHEN: Evening, January 12th [backdated] WHAT: Sam agreed to play Uncharted 2 for Chloe RATING: Low
A lot had gone through Chloe's mind over the past few hours. Sam was really tall. The video game soundtrack was really good. How horrid her red top looked, but how awesome her ass was. This of course was between the numerous commands and comments yelled out like; "Shoot him!" "What are you doing? That's the wrong way, go back!" "Run faster!" "I hope your aim in real life is a lot better.." Chloe knew she would be bad with the barking orders and even though it was all playful and she didn't ever raise her voice genuinely, she had grabbed a bunch of snacks and drinks beforehand to try and make up for it all. Or make it all seem tolerable. She was grateful, truly, and she couldn't really express just how thankful she was Sam had agreed to actually sit through and play the game for her -- she trusted him enough to willingly encourage such a look into her life and past. But as much as she tried to keep her composure she just couldn't help being excited and nervous and amazed at it all. Although, now that she thought back on it, she felt a little for having reacted so dramatically throughout his game playing. Also a little embarrassed with how mortified she was the first time Nate died. The "oh my God, you killed him!" was probably a bit uncalled for. Or having to hide her face in a pillow proclaiming she "couldn't watch this part" when Nate was exceptionally reckless.
Watching all the extra bits that she hadn't been present for had answered a lot of questions, but also brought up a whole slew of others that wouldn't be answered until she talked to Nate again. For the most part the game wasn't nearly as terrible as she had feared -- though they could have started with a different beginning scene, in her opinion. From the moment the gates to Shambhala were opened she had quieted down a great deal. It was all completely new to her, but apparently was her future, or past? It was what happened. The Guardians were absolutely terrifying, and Chloe was glad she had absolutely no recollection of them. Harry's death was hard to accept. He had been an asshole but she knew a different side to him; the non-business side. She smiled proudly and muttered a quiet "such a bloody hero" under her breath when Nate didn't kill Lazarevic -- regardless of how it was done he had kept his promise to her. And she even let out a snort of amusement when Nate managed to destroy Shambhala. "Figures. He's always breaking things," she insisted.
However, because of the point she was taken from, Chloe was still conflicted with her feelings for Nate. Which made the ending of the game bittersweet, and caused Chloe to curse out her video game-self as she walked away toward the end. "You stupid bint, don't!" Followed by a frustrated sigh, she shook her head in disappointment and tried to play it off like it wasn't such a big deal. Like it really was just a game. The one thing that wasn't fair about the video game was that it didn't show the history they shared; all the jobs and reaping the benefits together. She probably never would have walked away that easy; not after all they had been through.
Nate was such a goody-two-shoes influence on her. Sometimes, like right now, she really hated it.
Chloe was quiet when the credits started to roll. It was an awkward pause but a brief one as she didn't want to dwell to much. That could all be done later, in the privacy of her room with a bottle of wine. "Well, that was something, wasn't it?" she urged, nudging Sam's arm with her elbow -- since she could do that now without jeopardizing his aim.