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WHO: Sam Evans & Finn Hudson ( @castleporthudson )

WHAT: catching up. (mentions of alcohol/drinking)

WHERE: The Maggie

WHEN: late evening; 3/09

It didn’t take long to locate Finn; the Castleport police station was only but so big, and with the time it took for them to leave and make it down to The Maggie on foot, Sam hadn’t missed much of the Celtics game he’d been half-paying attention to before leaving his dad’s house. Getting out seemed to be the best idea for both of them. Finn’s current frustration was easy to pick up on and Sam was sure a night off from the station would do him some good. 

Besides, he’d needed to check in on the bar anyway. Tonight, like any other Saturday in the small seaside town, The Maggie was packed but Sam moved easily through the tables, Finn not too far behind as they approached two empty stools right at the bar. “I did say first round was on me,” he reminded Finn with a brief smile, catching the attention of Marie behind the bar and signaling at his draft of choice on tap. “What’re you drinking? And it better not be Red Bull.” 

WHEN: thursday early evening. 

WHERE: around town. 

The baby blue crotchet dress was a first of it’s kind. The deep v-neck, quarter sleeves, and a hemline that Santana considered appropriate, was going to be test out on Sam. Hopefully, it would give her the boost she needed to get back into making more items (compliments always motivated her) since her mood had head-dived since Halloween. The dress fit like a glove, but it wasn't exactly made for fifty-degree weather, but she never dressed for the weather- she met it in the middle.

She wrapped herself in a thick jacket that hit just short at the end of her dress. The ties were bundled tight around her waist, and the rest of her legs were armed with knee high socks, and boots; the compromise was more than suitable. A final glance in the mirror brought a glimmer of energy to the idea of sewing because from the look of her outfit, this was bound to be a sell-out. That itch, and tingle of inspiration Santana trapped and stored away for later, sighting, progress, with a triumphant smile. Santana headed out, heading towards Sam car with a coquettish smirk to match the flirty sway of her hips, “Hey stud.”