astro_sam (astro_sam) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-02 09:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elizabeth weir, samantha carter |
Who: Sam Carter and Elizabeth Weir
What: Catching up
Where: Café round the corner from UCI
When: Lunch
Rating: PG if that
Status: Complete
Elizabeth had been gone awhile. Surprisingly, not actually working for the UN seemed to be more work than working for them. Whenever she had been away though, one of the first places she would return to was this little café just around the corner from the university. She queued up at the counter, next in line to order her food as she spotted Sam entering the café. She tried to discreetly wave her over with a sneaky look over her shoulder so they could order together.
Sam saw Elizabeth waving as she entered the cafe and quickly made her way to join her, slotting into the queue as if she had always been there. “Hey you” she said smiling and giving her a little hug, “It’s good to see you, I almost forgot what you looked like” she teased.
“Hey,” Elizabeth returned the hug, and laughed at Sam’s joke. “Believe me, walked into class today and it looked like some of my students had too! It’s been a long couple of weeks,” she told her, smiling as she caught the eye of the rather attractive teller behind the counter who asked if he could help. “What do you want? My shout,” she asked Sam. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got some of the right currency in here,” she joked with a wry grin, lifting her purse.
“Good job you do have Margaery to help out” Sam replied, “Bet she shows the class regular pictures of you as a reminder” she laughed. “If you’re sure, I’ll have the tuna salad and a light yogurt” she said half to Lizzie and half to their server who retrieved the items for her. “No trying to use those Euros here now” she added with a wink at her friend.
Elizabeth laughed at the idea of Margaery showing the class pictures of her, imaging them quaking in fear of her return, but that was just her over-zealous imagination. “I’ll have a chicken and sweetcorn baked potato please and a large orange juice, please,” she handed over a twenty dollar note and directed him to keep them change. She put her purse in her handbag and picked up the tray with their items on, guiding them to the table near the window where they liked to sit. She unloaded the tray, placing Sam’s tuna salad and yoghurt in front of her seat and her own orange juice on her side. She sat down, knowing she’d have to wait a little bit for her meal, and sipped her orange juice. “So, fill me in, what have I missed?”
Sam wouldn’t have been surprised if the young teaching assistant had kept the class in check by whipping out a picture of their professor but decided not to say so.
Opening her salad she poured a little of the dressing over it and picked up her fork thoughtfully, “You haven’t actually missed a lot” Sam told her, “Which, naturally, means something big is going to happen soon” as was always the way around here.
“I had another date with Robert” she said, “It was his birthday and he forgot” she chuckled.
“He forgot?” Elizabeth laughed. “Did he have a present to unwrap?” she joked, winking at Sam over the rim of her glass to emphasise her double entendre.
“He was working” she explained, “You know how it is” They both did really when they had a project on everything else was forgotten. “Only books” Sam replied, blushing slightly as she swatted her friend.
Elizabeth chuckled; she enjoyed teasing Sam, didn’t get to do it nearly enough in her opinion, so when the opportunity came up she would. She sat back as the waiter arrived with her jacket potato and thanked him as he left. “So, how did it go? Details Sammy, details!”
“We had takeaway - the chinese place round the corner and we talked” Sam smiled, “That’s all there is to know,” she shrugged, “It was nice.”
Elizabeth stopped unwrapping her knife and fork from their napkin and made a bit of a face at her. “...you talked?” she asked, not quite believing what she was hearing.
“What exactly did you expect?” Sam asked amused, “I’m not the jump his bones first chance I get type of girl” she laughed.
“I’d agree with you...if it were the first date,” Elizabeth teased Sam with a wink as she started on her lunch.
“Lizzie you’re terrible” she laughed, waving a forkful of salad in her direction, “We’re not hormone ridden teenagers”
“Oh it’s true! And I don’t know about you, but this has been a particularly long dry spell,” Elizabeth told her with a sigh. She really wished that what had happened with Simon would leave her mind so she could try and trust someone to move on. “Do you like him in that way?”
“Well, yes quite” Sam agreed, though hers was more self imposed than Lizzie’s. She knew her friend had more issues with men thanks to her idiot of an ex. Sam nodded, “I do” she admitted, though she was unsure how Robert felt.
“So talk to him,” Elizabeth shrugged, talking was the easy option for her, she pretty much made a living out of it after all. “As my dad used to say, the worst he can say is no and as you haven’t really explored what it is between you, there’s no reason why you can’t go back to being friends afterwards,” she smiled re-assuringly. She knew that talking about personal stuff wasn’t really something Sam did with other people, she chose to place her trust in people very carefully. Something which Elizabeth treasured. “Or you could just jump him,” she told her non-chalantly as Sam put a forkful of salad in her mouth.
Sam nodded, she knew it should be that simple but talking really wasn’t her strong point. Especially talking about feelings and that sort of thing. At her last comment Sam almost chocked on her salad and she glared at Lizzie though a smile was tugging at the corners of her lips.
Elizabeth chuckled at Sam’s reaction. “Oh I do miss this when I go away, Sam,” she told her, sitting back in her chair. “Diplomats can be so boring!” she confided in her friend, lowering her voice and leaning on the table again. She had to be careful with statements like that; the walls very often grew ears at inopportune times. Luckily the table next to them was empty and the rest of the café noisy enough to mostly mask what she’d said.
Sam noticed her look around and smiled, “It’s okay Lizzie, the satellite wasn’t listening just then, you’re safe” now it was her turn to tease. She understood her friends paranoia but it was amusing sometimes.
“Hey, you joke,” Elizabeth pointed her fork at Sam. “But you didn’t see what happened to the French ambassador when he commented on the admittedly slightly bizarre character of the Israeli ambassador. He’s now scrubbing latrines on Edward’s Air Force base,” she told her. “But don’t tell anyone I said that. I know I don’t necessarily work for them anymore, but I enjoy what I can do for them and I don’t want to jeopardise that.”
Sam crossed her heart, "Won't breathe a word" she promised with a grin, "even under torture" she winked.
“Good, now I was wondering if I could steal you away for an hour or two,” Elizabeth said. “I have a date and I need a new outfit, what do you say?”
"I say why was this not the first thing I was told and who and when?" Sam asked before adding, "and yes of course, steal away"
Elizabeth laughed. “It’s not exactly the sort of subject you lead with when you’ve come back from a war-zone,” she poked at her side salad as she carried on speaking, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. “It’s with Dr McCoy, and it’s sometime this week. He’s going to let me know since he’s been busy at the hospital lately,” Elizabeth had to admit that she was really quite excited about this. It was the first proper date that actually stood a chance from the get-go that she had had in years and while the prospect made her incredibly nervous, it excited her at the same time.
“Ooo another date with McCoy” Sam grinned, “So are you going to jump his bones?” she asked, “Is this why we’re going shopping you need an awesome bone jumping dress?”
Elizabeth ducked her head and grinned as the rising blush turned her cheeks scarlet. “I really like him,” she admitted quietly. “We get on well, he’s smart, we get on well...not to mention he’s really hot,” she shared a smile with Sam. “I’m hoping there may be some amount of bone-jumping. I have an idea for a dress, but I wanted your opinion,” she told her, a cheeky grin tipping the corner of her mouth.
“Well then I say go for it” Sam replied, her friend deserved some fun and if it was with someone nice and kind and hot then even better. “I am always willing to give you my opinion” she agreed easily.
“Oh I intend to go for it,” Elizabeth joked with a wink. “I know, I was counting on it,” she grinned. “I was thinking something in red...”
Sam laughed, “Red is a good color on you” she nodded, “I’ll happily give you my opinion”
“Great, how are you doing?” Elizabeth indicated to Sam’s salad to see if she was nearly done. Her own potato and side salad was only half eaten, but it was enough for her. She didn’t consciously do it or recognise it, but she didn’t tend to eat much when she was busy and she had been working hard lately. Apart from coffee, she lived on coffee.
“I’m done” Sam said, throwing her napkin onto her plate. “Lead me to the dress” she grinned.
“Great,” Elizabeth grinned, dabbing her mouth with her napkin before rising from the table and dropping her own napkin on the plate. “It’s just a block down,” she put her handbag on her shoulder and waved at the server behind the counter. They came in here enough to be regulars and she always felt bad if she didn’t say goodbye to the girl who ran the place, she was very sweet.
Elizabeth lead the way to the shop, a little boutique off the main road and walked in, the bell over the door ringing as the door opened. She greeted the attendant and asked if she could try on the dress she pointed to on the rack. The assistant smiled and asked what size she wanted to try, picked that one off the rail and lead her to the changing rooms.
Sam waited for Elizabeth outside the changing room, picking up a magazine to flick through until her friend was ready. Some of the dresses were beautiful and some were...well different.
Elizabeth quickly wiggled into the dress, smoothing down the fabric and smiling at her reflection in the changing room. She slipped on the low black heels she was wearing for work today and headed out to the main room. Elizabeth grinned at Sam as she walked out, putting her hand on her hip and giving a little twirl. “But imagine it with my tall black heels,” she adopted a coy ‘come hither’ kind of pose - the kind that she would only joke about in front of Sam. “So, what do you think?”
“Wow” Sam replied, “I think he’d be crazy to not jump your bones” she told her friend honestly “and with those heels of yours you’re going to look amazing.”
“Thank god! I’m so glad you said that,” Elizabeth sighed in relief. “I didn’t think it was, but I did wonder whether it was, y’know...slutty?” she asked, finally giving voice to her worry. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if he jumped me, but I want to be classy about it,” she winked.
"Definitely not slutty" Sam promised, "No cleavage in your face and I can't see your thighs so you're good to go" Those were pretty much Sam’s slut criteria. "Its totally hot in a classy way"
“Excellent,” Elizabeth beamed before she turned and headed back into the changing room to take the dress off and re-dress in her work clothes. She came back out with the dress on it’s hangar and headed to the till. After paying, she turned to Sam, “So...what to do with the rest of our afternoon?”
"Well as we're here why not continue the shopping" Sam said, "It's been a while since we've had a girly trip and you've got me thinking about new dresses" she grinned as she took Lizzie's arm.