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winchester, sam. (ex_demonbloo908) wrote in wariscoming,

By this point, Sam had reached three very different conclusions based on Ruby's behavior: she was either really into this whole random stranger hits on random stranger off the street shtick, there was something incredibly wrong with her memory, or she was pissed off at him for some reason or another and, instead of elaborating on the why (because - why?), she was giving him the cold shoulder on a whole new level. Sam didn't think that the memory loss was likely (how could she have forgotten her own husband?) and he honestly couldn't remember having done anything recently to piss her off. That left the game that he had engaged her with and, considering how well Sam knew her, he was more than able to comprehend that it wouldn't have been completely out of the question for Ruby to keep on with the role playing. Any other chick, Sam probably would have reconsidered, but not Ruby. She had practically written the book on mind games and Sam would be damned if she didn't love playing them on him more than anyone else. With that in mind, Sam concluded that Ruby's memories were very much intact and that (hopefully) she wasn't furious with him. In fact, there probably weren't any problems, in spite of the awkward behavior that Ruby was putting on now. It was just all part of the act. Nodding slowly, as if to declare that he understood that she was really the one who was laying it on thick, Sam scooted right on into the space that Ruby had just slid out of, completely defeating the purpose of her having moved in the first place in the process. They were sitting side-by-side all over again, this time even more closely than before. Pfft, personal space. Who needed personal space?

"Then let's start over." Sam extended a large hand in her direction, putting on a purely genuine face. "I'm Sam." Which she knew. "And you are?" Which he also knew, but for the sake of keeping their little tirade going, he'd play it naive.