WIND OF DESTRUCTION

He pouted.  ”I only get into trouble because they are so good and I have so many.  You can limit me.  Keep us both from being too drunk, yes?”

Sam flipped his card from red to green with a grin.  "Ah, now it is time for the meat.  I hope you can handle everything they will give you.  It is quite a lot, and it is all good!"

Behind a snow fort, Sundowner’s laughter bellowed out across the lawn.  Sam rolled his eyes and darted forward, not stopping until he’d reached  Mistral’s side.  He smiled, almost apologetically, and brushed the snow from her rump.

[Fanfic] A Perfect Date

"Very well then, the blondes are no threat to moi, hence this proposition may be considered." She rolled her eyes and proceeded to exit the building. He was certainly being playful in regards to the topic, which amused her to no end.

From behind his snow fort, Sundowner laughed.  "Yer right.  Woulda been better if it'd hit ya!"

Mistral couldn't help but laugh in such a loud manner that it practically bounced off the walls of the near empty lobby of World Marshal, causing a few employees to look at the female cyborg with a passing glance. Choosing to go about their business than make any remarks as they knew what she would be like if they got on her wrong side.

Eyes wide, his hands flew up, palms facing outwards.  "Oh, no.  No, I do not think I could handle it if you were more "fun", leoa.  I am often sore enough as it is.  Please, be merciful."

She tilted her head slightly as he passed her by. "I do not deny that I will most likely be jealous. But I am not exactly known to let anyone outshine me." walking beside him, they exit the private quarters and head for the elevator.

It wasn't the first time Sam found himself reconsidering his current agreement with Mistral.  If he knew she was joking about spinal removal, well, it would be something he could joke about with her, wink and laugh and move on.  He, unfortunately, had seen her on the battlefield.  He knew she could do such things, and usually did them with joyous abandon.

She looks at him curiously, wondering if he really did think of such things. “Oh mon loup, you are so amusing. But non, those sorts of things will make me jealous. And if it were another man, it would be you who would be jealous.” with an over-dramatic sigh she gives him a light kiss on the tip of his nose before pulling away from his grasp. “Even if they were blondes.”

"Oh?"  He sort of had invited her in a round about way.  "A churrascaria, then."

"Mon loup, I do not think I approve of you trying to arrange a situation between three adults in that manner. Besides, I think if you truly wished to indulge in such a venture."

Head tilted to the side, he inhaled slowly through his nose, then hummed.  "I do like blondes."  His hands found Mistral's hips as he looked down at her.  "And I do prefer women.  Aie...I have thought on it, but I do not know how people manage with multiple sexual partners at once.  I am busy and tired enough with just the one."

"You are right and, no; no scarves.  I do not know that I need one to match my eyes.  Your eyes?  Ah, now that would be a scarf I would enjoy."

There was a small pout.  He wasn't quite as interested in Mistral having a potentially handsome man assisting her as he was a beautiful woman but, well, these things happened, he supposed.  

"Mmm…"  To be honest, building a snow Ray sounded fun.  Except for the cold.  And the wet.  And knowing Sundowner would pelt him with something or shove the cold and wet snow down the back of his shirt.

"It is back in my room. I am guessing the same could be said for you. Since you had no intention of leaving headquarters either. Shall we then? Maybe I can change out of the office attire while I am at it."

"You are right and, no; no scarves.  I do not know that I need one to match my eyes.  Your eyes?  Ah, now that would be a scarf I would enjoy."

A shrug rolled through his shoulders. ”Do I need more reasons? I wanted to. So, I did.”

"Your presence is always welcome in my bed, mon loup. So long as you keep moi warm, I do not mind the company. As for our dinner." The idea of trudging through the snow was not exactly something she wanted to do but being cooped up all day can cause one to want to get out and get a bit of fresh air. She stood up after putting her cup on the table, walking towards the window to look out to the courtyard. "Well, if you are ready to traverse through a snow war then I am as well."

"Mmm..."  To be honest, building a snow Ray sounded fun.  Except for the cold.  And the wet.  And knowing Sundowner would pelt him with something or shove the cold and wet snow down the back of his shirt.

A shrug rolled through his shoulders.  ”Do I need more reasons?  I wanted to.  So, I did.”

"He would not do that.  Even he is not so cruel."  The bottom of the cup had nearly been reached, and Sam swirled the remains of his current cup of coffee, debating pouring more.

A shrug rolled through his shoulders.  "Do I need more reasons?  I wanted to.  So, I did."

Sam was careful to keep his face neutral at the mention of his “interview.”  The loss of an arm and the gaining of chains hadn’t exactly endeared him to his employer.  He sometimes wondered what it was that Mistral saw in the man, but it was ultimately none of his business, and he did not ask her.