Sam Melrose

“Hello…” She sang with a small smile. She swayed lightly as he approached. He was adorable, the blush sweet. It made her want to pinch his cheek.

“I did.” Her smile became a beam. The fact he cared made her feel special. “I love Alanis.” She was a personal favourite - if she had headphones in, chances were she’d have an Alanis song on at some point. “And you rocked her song.” She continued.

She turned as he told her she looked good, a full circle showing off her short silver wrap dress, the soft floof of a feaux fur pink shrug. Her heels - also silver and good seven inches high - clacked as she finished her turn. Her eyes were decorated with pink sparkles and her lips were well glossed.

“I’m having a great time.” She told him, reaching out to take his hand. “And we are gonna have an even better one together.” She began pulling him towards the games stands. “Okay?”

Eris looked phenomenal and Sam felt underdressed, but when she showed off to him, the worry began to melt. He still had massive trust issues but at least he could have the small expectation that Eris would probably enter his fights for him. Sam had never really had someone do that. The orphanage had tried but there were so many kids and then there was his foster parents, he tried not to think about them. Eris had stomped her way into his life and it was still a small thing, but Sam dared to hope that she wouldn’t hurt him, physically at least.

“Hello again, Miss,” Sam said with a smile sneaking up on his face when he left his trunk where he’d just placed his guitar and harmonica setup. He swept the trucker hat off his blond locks and blushed as he approached her cautiously. “I -- um -- did you by chance hear my set?” he asked hands fidgeting so he tossed his hat quickly into his car and turned back. “It went okay, I guess,” he added, sheepish because he wasn’t one to brag. He wore a t-shirt over board shorts and sandals, and he had on a shark tooth necklace. He made a scrunch of a thinking face because he didn’t know what else to say as he took his rings out of his pockets and put them back on his fingers.

“You look great,” he said with another downward glance and smile. There was more blushing when he shoved his hands in his pockets. It was getting dark. He only had a couple hours left before he had to be at work. “You have a good time?”

Sam was standing in a corner by the door, his stomach doing a little flip with every minute that passed and more people streamed into Celtic Moon Records for the Open Mic Sessions. He was planning to play a couple of his songs but not before he got some covers out of the way so that the crowd understood that this young man could sing. He had an acoustic guitar he was fidgeting with and a harmonica stand on his shoulders. He also had a trucker hat on top of his silky blond hair and was wearing a t-shirt and board shorts along with sandals and plenty of rings he was planning to take off soon and necklace with a shark tooth around his neck. For now, he stared straight ahead and thumbing through some chords as he told himself going first was fine. He’d make it to work and still have time to puke from nerves in-between. Then, he realized the owner of the store was saying his name and he blinked.

“Hey, yeah? I missed everything you said,” Sam confessed and stepped around someone to get to her. He flushed when he sheepishly looked at the redhead and felt the jitters. “Do I have to write down a setlist? I kinda... haven’t,” he added with a soft grimace. “I know which song I want to start with and which I want to end with, if that helps?”

Surprisingly, the bar wasn’t too crowded. It was uncrowded enough for her to see the injustice done as a man stole a waiter’s drink. She wasn’t overly confident in standing up for herself, but she didn’t like it when other people got hurt.

She found herself hurrying after the culprit in heels, pink skirt floofing as she walked. She was certain someone saw her underwear, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to care. She was on a mission.

“Excuse me!” She hurried past the man instead of walking up to him, and nabbed the drink on the way. She was the goody two shoes of the bunch, but she wasn’t one to never do anything wrong. She knew a good few slight of hand tricks.

Her steps quickened, letting her disappear into the crowd, the man’s anger far behind her. It wasn’t difficult to find the worried looking server again, this time at the bar.

“Here.” She offered it to him without a hello. “I saved it for you.”

Sam tried to make small talk with the other server but his eyes widened when he heard heels coming for him. He turned and saw pink tulle and blonde hair bouncing before the woman came directly to him and pushed the drink at him. Sam reeled a bit in palpable fear before he focused on the high ball glass and shook his head slowly.

“No, ma’am, I can’t take that back. I have to watch the drinks go from the bartender to the customer. Could be something slipped in that, now.” He gulped and brought his tray around to grip in both hands, the rim of the tray pressing to his vest. He gave her a smile but it was more a cringe. “Th-Thank you for.... for taking it away from the person it didn’t belong to. I’ll make sure it gets dumped.”

Sam said the last bit in such a rush, he closed closed his eyes in a wince and pulled himself from leaning on the bar top to reach forward and take the drink to set it on the back of the bar top to be plucked up and added to the dirties. He then breathed in deeply and let it out before skirting away from the woman, who had to be a Domme. She was so forward and curt and nice. The manner of her gave him a squirming feeling in his stomach.

“I got to -- you know,” he said as he pointed at the high ball glass that had been placed on his tray. He tightened up his mouth into a thin lipped smile he was forcing and hurried away with the tray held over his head.

You have to serve. You’re a servER.

Mackenzie can’t remember the last time she was out at a club this late. Sure, she’s quite young and enjoys partying as much as the next person but, in all honesty, she’s been too tired to do it. Not physically tired per say, but mentally so. Clubs usually involved drunk people and while plenty were fun drunks           there are just so many annoying drunks who quickly make her lose patience. Still, she’s here with a friend and a dare is a dare.

She does as she’s dared to do, snatching the drink from the waiter’s tray and running off in a giggle. Kenzie takes it back to where her friend is and knows it should feel more fun than this but, truthfully, all she can think about is how bad she feels for the waiter. She’s worked hard enough to know that the employees are always the ones to pay even when it’s not their fault. So when her friend requests to keep the drink, Mackenzie shakes her head and says she’s giving it back.

Doe eyes search for the waiter in the crowd and, as soon as she spots him by the bar, she beelines in their direction. “Hi!” She calls over the noise, an apologetic smile already on her lips as she holds out the drink in his direction. “Here. I took this from you just a minute ago. It was a dare but I feel bad, I’m sorry. We didn’t drink it. If it’s still a problem, I’m more than willing to pay for it.”

Making small talk was one of Sam’s many pitfalls in life and he couldn’t help the relieved breath that left him when a young woman appeared with a drink in her hand. “Hi!” Sam said back with a lift of his chin in recognition. He glanced to the server next to him who was leaving with a tray of drinks as the blonde went on to explain who she was. Sam’s jaw hardened briefly before he picked up his empty tray, tucked it under his arm and approached the thief.

Sam smiled at the bartender he had just left before he held his drink tray just above his head as he navigated his way through the club back to the table that had ordered them. When he arrived, he flashed that bright white smile again and began unloading the eight drinks for the people in the booth. At that moment, though, someone reached around him and snagged the high-ball glass with the night’s special. “Hey--” Sam started to say as the person slipped off into the crowd with the expensive drink. He sighed curtly and finished what he was doing before apologizing and telling them he’d fetch another and it would be on the house, both drinks.

Leaving the table, he went to put in the order and smoothed his hair as he leaned on the bar and tried to chat-up another server as he waited. “Wild night for a Thursday,” he mentioned as his eyes roved the crowd, looking for a sight of the person who had swiped the drink. The anxiety the submissive felt made him want to bite his thumbnail but he stuck to brushing his nails against his black vest instead.