Sam sat quietly, still looking horribly smug, and continued to pick at his food. Her leg on his was an appealing factor and it certainly added on to the good mood that he was in.
The entire restaurant had it's eyes on their table as the staff came bursting from the kitchen with cheery looks on their faces. Some of them were false, which Sam did not blame them for, but others - perhaps those who were told that they were supposedly Brangelina - looked more than happy to be out singing at them. Looking particularly cheerful and, amusingly, a bit like an overgrown child who had just gotten the best present ever, Sam clapped his hands along with their singing and eagerly joined in.
This was perfect. It was amusing - no, strike that, it was hilarious - and it was something that he knew Ruby would never forget. Not ever. Because how often did one have a line of Japanese people screwing up the words to 'Happy Birthday' at them on a day that wasn't even their birthday?
Laughing, Sam watched as they presented the cake to Ruby. It looked...fairly edible. He'd be stealing some of that. With another wide grin, Sam said, "Happy Birth-"
- hey! Hey! His expression immediately went from cheerful to surprised to something between a cross of his trademark bitchface and a wince. As everyone congratulated Ruby and, to his dismay, clapped him on the back, Sam yanked hisleg away from her own and uncomfortably leaned against the table.
Mean! She was MEAN! This was supposed to be fun and she ruined -