Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-11-23 23:01:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice II |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | guest: josie delallo-gregory, ~guest: samson aloisius |
Meeting of Interesting Minds
Who: Samson and Josie
Where: Avarice II
When: Tuesday Evening, 11/16
Josie was chilling at the bar in the club, watching as different people danced out on the floor. She knew that Brenna had a point that she spent too much time at work and tended to forget to do things like go out and...well, eat sometimes, so now she was trying to make an effort to actually go out and do stuff. Tonight she was hanging out at Avarice II. Brenna was supposed to be here at some point, but that probably wouldn't be until later. For right now, Josie was content to just chill at the bar and do some people watching. While she didn't have a sketch book to draw out good faces, she actually had a damn near close photographic memory so that, once she got home (if she didn't drink too much and forget), she would be able to put them to paper if she saw one that she REALLY liked and wanted to use at some point.
While a LA native, Samson had come to Sin City for a friends bachelor party, which was why he was at Avarice II tonight, dressed in jeans and a tight-fitting plain white t-shirt, his long hair slicked back and a smile on his face. It was nice to come and and... well, do something ORDINARY for a change.
As Josie was looking for interesting looking people, she certainly noticed Samson when he came in. Along with being interesting looking, he was also just generally attractive. She gave him a smile as he walked inside. Definitely nice looking.
Samson smiled back when they made eye contact, partly to be polite, but mostly because... well, how could anyone not react to such a nice smile? One of his friends tugged on his arm, to which he gave Josie a pained expression to, before moving off for a few minutes. Legally, he wasn't allowed to drink and frankly, even if given the opportunity, he didn't drink, but he was there for moral support and what have you, so he'd stick with them for a little longer. Hopefully he'd slip away to talk to her, eh?
A good twenty minutes passed before Samson could get the chance to explain why he wasn't entirely focused on the festivities to his friends, but as soon as he did they were practically shoving him away to find Josie. Apparently they had noticed his lack of female companionship ever since... well, since Clem left. He started to look for Josie in the last place he saw her and after a few minutes found her on the dance floor. Damn. What did he say? "Hi." Well, that was a start, right?
Josie gave him a smile when he did finally manage to come up to her. "Hi," she said right back. She actually much preferred it when someone said hello instead of trying to come up with a lame pick up line. "Finally escape your friends a bit?"
He wasn't a fan of pick-up lines, personally, but to each their own. "For a bit," he nodded, hoping that, if anything, he could make a cool friend here. "I'm Samson," he introduced himself, actually extending a hand for them to shake. The goof. "What's your name?"
"Josie," she said, sticking out her hand and shaking his. She actually had a good, firm handshake for a girl. Her 'Momma Iz' had taught her from an early age to have a good handshake. "So, you from Vegas or are you visiting?" Since he was with a party, she suspected he was visiting.
"Visiting," he replied with a nod. He couldn't help it but smile now. She seemed nice, and he certainly hadn't met anyone (male or female) with such a good handshake. "Just for the weekend. I live in Los Angeles. What about you?"
"I use to live in LA, but I moved up here to work in an art gallery," she said to him with a smile. "I'm trying to make it as an artist, but right now I'm mostly showing people around art galleries and doing touch up on old paintings." She actually enjoyed it, though, so she couldn't complain.
"Oh wow," he blinked. "That's impressive." It really was, given her age. "I'm an artist too." He stepped back and turned his arms over, showing her his tattoos. "I designed most of these and had a friend do it for me."
Josie ran her fingers over one of his tattoos. "Those look great," she said to him. "Have you thought about doing design professionally at all? You're really good." She knew of people who would love for someone to design tattoos for them.
"No, actually," he replied with a chuckle, a blush creeping to his cheeks. "It was just... always the dream to be the one DOING the tattooing," he admitted. Which... he was doing now, fortunately. "But that's definitely a way to supplement my income." Since he was still technically a n00b, he didn't earn much. Hell, he worked TWO jobs just to be able to afford the basic necessities. Luckily, he didn't need much. "I'll have to look into it when I go home," he smiled.
"Well, you're obviously a good designer, so maybe doing tattoos isn't exactly that far out of reach." As odd as that sounded, Josie really meant it the best way possible. "You really should look into it. If you're wanting to do tattoos, you should look around at tattoo shops and see if anyone is willing to teach you as well."
"Oh. Well, I'm an apprentice at one place. Usually that stuff doesn't pay, since they're taking the time to train you, but after a while my boss started paying me a little to keep me around, which is pretty decent." It really was. "I'm sorry, I thought you meant something else entirely," he blushed.
She giggled, honestly not sure what he meant by that. "Ok, now this I've got to hear. What did you think I meant?"
"I'd rather not say," he laughed. "Let's call it 'Samson had a silly moment'?"
She laughed again. "Well, if you insist, guess I'll have to take you on your work then, huh?"
"Yup," he grinned goofily, as if to prove his point. "Oh. I have a question. Are you any good at slow dancing?" Sure, the music playing didn't exactly suit that, but Samson was in his own world here.
Josie gave him a nod. This guy came off a teensy bit odd, but it was a good and kinda hot odd. "I'd totally love having this dance with you."
"Awesome," he replied, goofy grin still in place as he offered her one of his hands. He was actually quite an exceptional dancer, the trouble was that he hardly ever got the opportunity to do so.
Josie was actually a very good dancer herself, although only now she was getting to show it off because she wasn't letting work completely envelop her. She took his hand.
His smile faded slightly when he gently clasped her hand and he took her other hand and placed it delicately on his shoulder, before starting to lead. Yep. They were slow dancing to Rob Zombie. That? Took skill. "Where'd you learn to dance?" He was surprised, but pleasantly so.
"I didn't really learn anywhere," Josie admitted as they started to dance. Hey, slow dancing to Rob Zombie was actually kind of fun. "I've just kind of learned as I went along. What about you?"
"My mom. ...Well, my adopted mom." He had trouble remembering his real mother's face sometimes, although he tried not to dwell on that. "She said that one day I'd meet someone who would make me wanna dance and the last thing I needed was two left feet." He chuckled. "She's a little odd." Explained a lot, didn't it?
She couldn't help but laugh when he explained why his mother had taught him how to dance. "That's a pretty awesome reason to teach your son how to dance," she said with a smirk. "My moms are a little odd, too." Notice that she said 'moms' as in plural.
He noticed that. Pretty cool, huh? "Are they the kind of odd that like to talk to plants to encourage them to grow," yes, his mother did that, shut up, "or something else entirely?"
Josie giggled. "Well, I've never seen either one of them talk to a plant," she admitted. "Momma Iz is kind of drill sergeant-like, but apparently learned how to chill recently, and Momma Meegs is a musician, which automatically makes her kind of odd by default."
"That's pretty cool," he replied, and, being the goof he was, he dipped her. "Would you say that you're close with them?" It struck him that it might be odd that he asked that. "You can tell me to stop asking questions anytime now."
She shook her head. "No, it's not a problem," she said to him. "Well, I wasn't too close to them growing up, but that's changed for the better recently." Which was totally a good thing.
He grinned. Obviously that was good to hear. As anyone would guess by now: he was a very family orientated person. "The last part's good."
She nodded. "Yeah, the last part really is good." As much hell as she went through with them growing up, it was nice to get along with them now.
He smiled. "So... I mentioned leaving soon, but if I left without asking for your number, I'd be a complete idiot."
She laughed, and quickly ran and grabbed a napkin and wrote down her number for him. "Here you go," she said to him.
A faint blush crept to his cheeks as he took the napkin from her. D'aw. "What time would be best to call?" He could always leave her a rambly message if she wasn't home. Heh.
"I'm at work at the art gallery until about four, so anytime after that is fine," she said. She had an answering machine, so he could always leave her a message.
He grinned. "Awesome... And with that, I'd better get going before I find a way to make a fool of myself in front of you. Which is inevitable. It was very nice meeting you." He was genuine about that, too.
She nodded. "Great meeting you, too," she said, giving him a wave.