#sam03

Sav’s eyes narrowed when she saw Sam walking down the sidewalk towards her, quickly changing her path to cut him off, hands propped on her hips. “You know, I’m disappointed,” she said in greeting, just barely holding back a smile. “You had a whole week of vacation and still not formal essay presentation for me. Letting me down here, Sam.” 

event: lily & sam’s halloween party

Verity de Domincis didn’t hide. 

Except that she totally, completely was. 

She sighed as she took another swig out of the half-empty bottle of vodka, sitting cross-legged on Sam’s bed. Although this was her first time inside, it had been easy to figure out which bedroom was his. There was no concrete piece of furniture or decoration that gave it away – the space as a whole simply embodied Sam, if only for the reason that it was a contrast from everything else in the house. 

Her head snapped up when she heard the turning of the door knob, a scowl already fixing itself on her features. Perhaps it was to be expected that her peace would be interrupted by hormonal partygoers. Verity reached for a couple condom packets that she’d found in her earlier perusal, throwing them in the direction of the door as it opened. “Occupied. Go find a bush outside instead.”