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Who: Sam and Maxine
Where: The hot springs after dark.
When: Dated back to the hotsprings event
Rating: PG-13 I guess, for language.
Summary: Sam and Maxine take time to relax and enjoy the novelty of being able to soak in hot water
The Story:

The last few weeks have taken their toll on Sam and he's been one of the least affected, at least physically. But it's reawakened instincts, paranoia, that Sam had been working to ignore. It's all flared up again, the wary watchfulness that only comes when you're used to being hunted.

Not having any proper clothes to wear does make make this any easier.

But for now, he's found a pool that's a little secluded but still in sight of the Inn, for him and Maxine to enjoy. He's still worried about her. He's been worried about her a lot recently, unsurprisingly, between mind control and London and demons, he thinks he's allowed to fuss.

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The agreed-upon time arrives and Maxine steals up out of the craggy shadows around the hot springs, fingers hooked around the thongs of her sandals so she can pad quietly in bare feet. There's a heart-racing uncertainty to being alone in the dark, but she pushes through it stubbornly, smiling to herself when at least she sees Sam near the little pool.

There's nightmares in the dark. Always have been, always will be. That doesn't mean she's going to spend her life hiding.

"Psst. Hey you," she stage-whispers from around a larger jut of stone, waiting until Sam's looking her way before smiling and wobbling forth a bottle of sake she'd procured by her own devious methods. "Is this where the party is?"

Sam's sitting at the edge of the pool, his feet dipped into the water, kicking aimlessly. He tenses when he hears movement, then there's the soft whisper and he knows who it is immediately.

"Maxine!" He grins at her, bright and happy and laughs when she shows off the bottle that she's brought with her. "Absolutely. You can obviously see all of the... party-like things going on right now."

"Well, of course nothing's started yet. I just got here."

She gives a preening little wiggle as she takes a seat, hiking up her yukata to her knees and dangling her feet into the water as well. Bravado, of course, but she's hardly the only person from Abel to pair fresh bruises with another little flaunt of ego.

"And with the best party gift ever," Sam agrees, grinning when she sits down next to him. "Drunk ninjas ride again. Although we are missing Jack and Eugene to annoy this time.

He figures they're working on the same rules as home. Bad things happen but this is a time away from that.

Just the mention of their last wild ride away from sobriety has Maxine bursting into peals of laughter, head bowing almost to her knees.

"Their fault for leaving the shack unguarded!" she retorts, and the fact that everyone knew what an after-dark hour-long preprogrammed spot on Radio Abel actually meant, and exactly why the microphones had been temporarily unmanned. "Do you even remember what we went in there looking for?"

It's good to see her laugh. He hasn't seen enough of that recently. There hasn't been a lot to laugh about, here or at home, going from one emergency to another.

"Absolutely. They deserved everything they got!" Going off to get laid they were totally asking for the radio booth to be invaded.

"Uh... no. Not a clue. I remember throwing up the next morning though."

Catching her breath, she grins, opening the bottle and passing it over.

"Yeah, let's try to skip that part this time."

Sam takes a swig and it's nicer than anything they usually have at Abel. Way better than moonshine. He puts the bottle down between them.

"Yeah, it would be pretty embarrassing and I don't want to wake up Billy and Teddy by throwing up." That would just be... mortifying.

"Oho." Grinning, she takes her turn at the bottle, regarding Sam with bemusement the whole time. "So you three are rooming together?"

Sam flushes, staring intently at the water he's splashing with his feet. "Yeah, we are."

"Having a good time?" she nearly singsongs, leaning forward into his field of vision.

He scowls at her, looking steadfastly away when she forces herself into his field of vision. He can't help the small smile that curls his lips though. "Absolutely fine. They're good roommates."

"They make you happy?" Yes, she's absolutely going there, and smugly as anything. But even then there's a care, a warmth to the question.

"Maxine." It's a whine, embarrassed but affectionate and he likes that she cares enough to check. That her first reaction isn't anger that he's having fun instead of working. "Yeah, they really do."

"Then stop being so embarassed about it," she chides, stealing another nip before nudging the bottle back toward him. "You survived the end of the world, Sam! Are you going to let something like dating a couple get to you?"

"I'm not exactly used to this! I've never dated a boy before, let alone two." It's strange and unfamiliar territory right now. "But you're right. I mean, I am also having a baby with a couple so..."

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