#*sam&juliet

"i can’t be seen in this.” 

the outfit she’s got him in is not exactly what he’d choose. for one thing there’s way too much colour. sam exists in a world of black and white, and silver jewellery. 

the bar is closed and they’ve been going at it back and forth while they clean up. sam’s been off since he showed up for his shift, particularly snippy without offering an explanation why. the truth is that he’s going through one of his half-assed bimonthly attempts at getting clean. it hasn’t even been a full twenty-four hours yet, but he’s already irritable and juliet’s stubborn refusal to quit asking him what’s going on is only making his budding headache worse. 

even with just the two of them here at this hour, the tension in the bar feels stifling and eventually, it reaches a tipping point. 

juliet grabs his jaw and drags him down to her level until they’re eye-to-eye, demanding, “look at me.” 

and so, with no other choice, he does, jaw clenched tight. a sore loser. 

he is, in fact, hungover, but he’s not in his bed. he’s in juliet’s with one arm thrown over his eyes, his head pounding and concentrating like he can will away the hangover. much of last night is a blur, but he has enough bits and pieces to put together the puzzle. the fact that he’s in her bed tells him enough. 

“do i—what? moisturize?” 

a little amused, he stretches out his hand. his fingers are long, slender, and tattooed—a cross on one finger, a rose on the inside of another, and a fairly ornate looking crown on a third, mostly covered by a ring. 

they’re alright, he thinks. he’s never really thought about them as lovely. he’s never thought about moisturizing either. 

he has no idea how he allowed her to convince him to go to a club after closing the bar, but he’s too many shots deep to care that this is probably a bad idea. at the very least, tomorrow morning is going to suck.  

almost losing her in the crowd, he reaches out to grab her hand and lets her drag him down to the dance floor. coloured lights swirl above them, the bass vibrating the floor under his feet. he’s just drunk enough to lose himself to the atmosphere.