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Oliver Pike (notafishie) wrote in wariscoming,

Pike turned as Sam got up, leaning on the bar with one shoulder. When he offered the bowl of nuts, Pike took it with a grateful nod. "Thanks, and don't worry about it. It happens." He'd passed out right into the peanut bowl once. Back home, there was even a picture of it floating around on Facebook, somewhere. That one, he was never going to live down.

He didn't immediately turn around, though. He waited while Sam studied his face and, when asked, nodded. "We haven't met in person, no. I'm Pike." He placed the bowl of nuts down on the bar, but still didn't turn. He also wasn't sure whether this was the kind of situation where offering his hand was the right call. The formalities of greetings had always kind of confused him, and especially in this situation. Sam seemed like a good guy, but at the same time, Pike thought he knew where everyone stood on Faith, and he had some ideas about where that left him. Still, he didn't turn around and offered Sam a tentative nod.