WHO: Sam and Ruby. WHAT: He needs some bearable company. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: A bar. RATING: TBD. STATUS: In progress.
The bar was hardly an unusual sight. Sam had never been to this one before, but the scene was so similar to what he was used to that he already felt like it was a place he had spent his entire life inside. Drunken customers staggering in and out, cars parked all along the front of the building, sleazy people lurking in corners with dares on horse races and various other forms of betting pools surrounding them. Sam ignored them all and plopped down at the end of the bar; they were all faces, all unimportant to him. The only thing his focus was based upon was the demon he was meeting, the beer he had just ordered, and the irritating feeling that was lurking inside of him from the conversations he'd had earlier. He believed they all had every right to be upset, but he was far too stressed to obtain enough patience to sit down and talk thoroughly with some of them. Thus far, he found Buffy and Andrew to be quite agreeable. Holding up a conversation with both of them was something he was willing to do after becoming far too irritated with the others.
Then, of course, he talked to Ruby. And now he was here. Half an hour early. Sam didn't exactly want to sit in his motel room for much longer. He needed out.
Leaning against the bar, Sam looked up at the TV set stacked up in the top corner of the room. A baseball game was on and Sam, while he tried to figure out his next step, pretended to watch it while toying with the bottle in his hands as he waited.