Samantha took one last look in the mirror, teasing the curls that were falling around her ears into an arrangement that looked intentional. She was nervous, which was stupid. So far, everything was going fine with Mohinder, despite her grandparents attempts at making the night 'normal.'
Maybe it was John that was the problem. She still was expecting some sort of brother-related disaster. John had promised he wouldn't get in trouble and she was going to take him at his word. Turning away from the mirror, Samantha reminded herself that she was needlessly worrying, she headed back for the gym.
Harry was in one of the stalls smoking a joint. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. He was agitated and hated Norman for almost ruining the evening for him. ... No. He didn't hate Norman. He hated himself for not being able to live up to his father's expectations
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Maybe it was John that was the problem. She still was expecting some sort of brother-related disaster. John had promised he wouldn't get in trouble and she was going to take him at his word. Turning away from the mirror, Samantha reminded herself that she was needlessly worrying, she headed back for the gym.
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[and they arrive, magically, in the middle of the ladies room. She smirks, dusting him off a bit, before smirking]
See? No muss, no fuss.
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