Sam Merlotte (samshifts) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-08-18 18:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | carol danvers (captain marvel), sam merlotte |
Who: Sam Merlotte and Carol Danvers
What: Two friends hanging out with beers
When: Recently
Where: Carol's place
Rating/Warnings: None really
Status: Complete when posted
Sam had fallen off the earth for a bit it felt like. At least when it came to his friend Carol. Work and the Dreams and the inevitable drama of his little brother in Louisiana. Even on the other side of the country he was having to help clean up his messes. Although now it was more over the phone with their parents and the occasional police officer that got his number when picking the idiot up. But that was a matter to deal with later. He left his phone in the passenger seat of his truck as he grabbed the two six packs of beer and went up to Carol’s door, kicking the bottom of it. “Open up Danvers. I know you’re in there!” He could hear the music through the door even though it wasn’t that loud. The shifting hadn’t kicked in yet but he had better hearing and sense of smell than he had before. Sight too.
The music had a distinctly 90s beat to it. Carol had been on a kick for reasons she couldn’t entirely explain but were probably related to a few of her dreams. She was beginning to remember her life before she became Veers. Bits and pieces and a face that made her heart ache.
She threw open the door, wearing an outfit best described as 90s grunge. “Two six packs just for me? You shouldn’t have.”
“I was thinking one for each of us but now maybe I’ll just keep them both for myself.” Sam said, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him. “Figured I’d had enough of dealing with assholes for awhile and deserved a night off. Hadn’t seen you around lately and though I should fix it. Been having a party without me though?” He asked, giving her a fake wounded look.
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“Those are fighting words, Sam.” Still, she’d let him in anyway because he came with beer.
“Mostly just ….” Carol looked down at herself. “Honestly I couldn’t tell you.”
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Sam grinned at her as he held onto one of the six packs for a moment longer before holding it out to her. “Since I’m a nice guy I guess I can share.”
“I noticed you were sporting a different kind of look there but i wasn’t going to say anything. It looks good on you though.” He said, making himself at home as he opened a beer.
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“Good, most nice guys I meet I want to punch, but you’re the exception.” She popped open the tab on one of the cans and glugged it.
“Thanks, it’s the 90s in my dreams apparently. I like the look though.”
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“So long as I’m the exception. I mean we both know that I’ll hit a woman if I need to.” And a woman punching him? Meant he needed to generally. That was the same thing that would get him to punch most men too.
“Early or mid?” He asked, drinking from his can.
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“Mid.” Carol knew there was a difference between hitting a woman and fighting a woman, and there was no need to have that kind of argument. “Nine Inch Nails appears to be a big thing for me, too.”
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"So the better part of them. Good to know. I still haven't figures out when mine are supposed to be. But - the vampires outed themselves there on television so its gotta be at least in the last fifty years I'm guessing." Sam looked at her curiously for a minute. "I can see that actually. Favorite song?"
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“Flat Screen or tubes?” Carol asked, thinking that would at least narrow it to down to pre or post 2005 or so. She couldn’t exactly remember when tube televisions became less common than LCD type TVs and monitors.
“Hurt.”
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Sam thought for a moment. “Tubes from what I’ve seen so far. At least at my parent’s house it’s tubes. Although that might not help too much - they still have tube tvs at their house now. Not sure if they’re hanging onto them out of stubbornness and just because they don’t see the point in spending money when what they have still have works.” He took another sip of his beer before shrugging.
“You ever hear the cover of that one that Johnny Cash did?”
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Carol shook her head. “Can’t say just yet then what decade you’re dreaming of, try to get a look at a newspaper if you get a chance. Or how slow the internet is.”
She grimaced. “Dial up was terrible.” Then she smirked at him. “You mean Hurt?”
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“Carol...do I really strike you as a guy who spends a lot of time on the internet?” He asked raising one eyebrow at her as he drained his beer. “Never mind. I don’t think I want you to answer that now that I think about it.”
“Yep.”
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“I’m sure your time on the internet is 100% innocent and productive,” Carol retorted, draining her own beer and opening another one. Maybe she should slow down. Maybe she just didn’t care.
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Sam almost choked on his beer at that response from her, shaking his head. “Sure. Let’s go with that.” He said with a wink. “You’re responsible for telling that to my mom if she ever asks.”
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She flashed him a grin before crushing her can on her forehead. “Who says I haven’t already?”
***
Sam groaned. "Mystery solved about who the interesting woman in my life is I guess. Would have been nice to have a headsup about that." He teased her.
***
Carol just grinned at him, all squinty eyed and happy. Sometimes it was nice to remember that she had friends, and liked being around people.
Sam was good for that.