[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center]

The man Sam had gone over to give some semblance of pity now only responded with a quivering 'I'm fine.' That would have been good and well, but Moritz soon rose to his feet, gave his number out, and promptly left just to 'lay down'. He didn't thank her for standing up for him. He didn't answer her question regarding the void. He hardly even acknowledged her existence at all. [i]Well...[/i] she thought, [i]that's the last time I come to help you again, mister.[/i] 

It's a shame because she had stood up to Artemis for him, risking any kind feelings they had toward one another. Artemis was clearly not pleased by it either, snippily repeating Sam's own vernacular as if it made her sound less than or something. Still, at least that was better than her getting into full retaliation mode. She instead had chosen to leave without even dropping a phone number. This drew the question on whether Sam would ever see Artemis again. Sam decided to tell herself that she didn't care about that and she watched the steely eyed woman walk out of the door.

After a moment of silence, Clarice broke it by enthusiastically encouraging everyone to exchange phone numbers. Sam nodded, eager to erase the awkwardness of Artemis storming out. The dragon-lady whipped out her cracked iPhone and exchanged the information. In addition she also added Moritz' number which Clarice had as well. Of course, with how the man had ungratefully left earlier, she doubted she would contact the void man at all. Clarice spoke about how unwise it had been to host their power party here and Sam had to admit that she was right. After all, she herself had almost burned the apartment complex to the ground. Perhaps something like an abandoned parking garage, a drainage ditch, or a construction site would be more suitable. Liam responded, taking the criticism well and genuinely saying that they have learned and would probably find a better spot in the future. 

Liam, she noticed, reacted to her sly little cooties comment by a reduced blush, but only reduced by slightly. This guy obviously wasn't comfortable around people in sheets, that was for sure. Honestly, Sam didn't see what the big deal was. The sheet she was in wasn't too thin and thus wasn't see-through. Also, she had it wrapped around her from clavicle to the floor. Honestly, she had shown more when she had come in here with her normal clothes than what she was adorning now. Still, she supposed it was the connotations that went along with a woman wrapped in a sheet that bothered him most. However, despite the fact that Sam knew exactly what she needed to do to spare Liam from being uncomfortable, she had no desire to pursue it. She was oh so very content to mess with the man that she hated just a few hours before. It was fun! Also, despite first impressions, Liam was somewhat fun too. He jabbed that he pinned her as an angry drunk and Sam gave a snorting laugh. "[color=a0410d]Nah, I'm not an angry drunk unless you do something to make me angry.[/color]" The side of her mouth slipped up to form a crooked smile. "[color=a0410d]Normally I'm one of those makeout-with-everyone-and-take-my-clothes-off kind of drunks.[/color]" She looked down at herself to confirm this. "[color=a0410d]Lucky for me I'm halfway there.[/color]" Sam gave Liam a no BS expression, waiting to get the amusing reaction she was hoping for. Perhaps he'd go red as a tomato or have his nosebleed like in anime (she still didn't understand exactly why that happened) or, hey, have his eyes roll into the back of his head. Whatever show Sam was given, she reacted to it by breaking her expression and giving a cackle of pure joy, her legs kicking at the floor.

As Sam took her first swig of her drink, the big boss, Matt, came in. Matt and Liam went about with their brother-like banter thing that made no sense to her. It was something about having to replace people's stuff. The woman was just happy to lap up her alcohol and let the stuff warm up her system. She also drank another bottle through Matt's boring 'we have to be careful' speech. Whatever. Still, as the minutes ticked by she wasn't getting the reaction that she normally had from alcohol. No warmth came to tickle at her and she just felt the same... Must just be really shitty beer. 

Clarice then decided that she too wanted to leave. This made Sam frown, unhappy that everyone had left in such a hurry. They all could have had a rad party with flashy powers and all of that cool stuff. Still, at the very least Clarice asked if anyone wanted to join her on a walk through the park. Sam was thankful for this offer because that meant that she didn't have to walk home alone, not that she was scared. Any mugger or rapist would have their guilty member burned off for sure. "[color=a0410d]That sounds fun to me![/color]" She looked down at herself. "[color=a0410d]We have to do something about this though.[/color]" She waved at her attire. "[color=a0410d]I mean, normally I wouldn't give a shit, but I just don't want to be hassled by some pigs for exposure or whatever.[/color]" Samantha shrugged, hoping the people of the room could find a solution.

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