Location: Sam’s home
With: Rafael Graves
@gravesrafael
Sam had successfully reached that point where she knew that if she drank any more, she’d be nursing a wicked hangover the next day, but she was very blissfully drunk. She wasn’t in the mood to snort a line but she did have her juul on the table if she wanted a little boost. She had just finished the latest episode of Love Island, and she had decided a mini dance party with Opie was in order so she was blasting some pretty loud music, not really caring if her neighbors would complain, which was why she almost didn’t hear the knock on the door. The only indication that someone was there was because Opie ran towards the door and was immediately wagging his tail and barking, like he usually did when he was about to leap on somebody or wanted to show that he wanted to be let out.
“Is someone at the door, buddy?” Sam said, lowering the volume of the music, as she stared down at herself. She was donning only a flimsy silk nightgown and so she grabbed the nearest blanket and just wrapped it around herself before walking a little unsteadily to the door, only to swallow thickly once she realized who was there. “What... what are you doing here?” Sam asked, wishing she had taken the time to brush her hair as she stared at Raf wearing a suit. Fuck. Fuck you, universe. Of course I bump into him when I look like shit and he looks fucking fantastic. Fuck. She could barely look at him, barely noticing Opie standing up on his hind legs to be closer to Raf, and she realized the poor thing hadn’t seen Raf in awhile now. “It’s late.”
