Who: Sam and Ruby What: Just like old times? Where: A street corner. Yup. When: Late Night Rating: Sam and Ruby rating :D It will probobly get high Status: In Progress
Okay, so he was drunk. And angsting over the fact his father was a jackass. But he had this ability to be ridiculously cute in spite of all that so she could overlook those things. And he was drunk yeah but not too drunk to be completely stupid, and she was ready if he tried to go for her blood. But it had been so long. Months without any real contact at all. And so Ruby dressed herself in the red leather dress he liked so much, the one that was barely modest, halfway up her thighs and down her cleavage and red boots to match. Her hair she let flow around her shoulders. There was no sense with a jacket. He was down the end of the street and if she looked like a whore well she looked like one, and it was only for him. He needed to be reminded just how loved he was, how whatever John said didn't matter at the end of the day. It didn't matter if John thought he was a bad person. It didn't matter if Mary kept defending him, none of it mattered. All that mattered was Sam. And Ruby getting to prove to him that she was there for him no matter what. That and give him a night to remember. That one went without saying she was pretty sure. She wondered sometimes if normal human girls thought like she did, if this was the way Jessica would have cheered him up. But then she didn't know any of the side of him Ruby knew, the Hunting, the darker tendencies he'd always had but never given in to. Until her.
He needed to keep that darkness, there was nothing wrong with it. It might have even been healthy. Ruby knew well the difference between dark and evil, and there was no point in pretending that darkness wasn't there. So she'd help him see he wasn't any kind of monster and that different wasn't bad. He was free of the blood. Had been for quite a while. He was doing so well. And so they could try. They'd see how tonight went. Maybe it would be the start of something good for them. Maybe some kind of normalcy. She replied to his messages as she walked, fully aware she was being watched by several passers by, it didn't take a genius to work out they thought she was sexy. It was fair, but she didn't stop, didn't slow down. Not until she saw him.
The message she sent was simple 'Turn around.' It was all she needed to say to the incredibly handsome boyfriend she'd been getting all hot and bothered for the last few minutes via the message board.She'd be impressed if they made it home. Suggesting the Impala again would be wrong wouldn't it? ...Would it?