1084. The OC Random Scenario Meme

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THE ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) RANDOM SCENARIO MEMEThis is something the mods have been working on. If you post to this meme it is understood that you are not only okay with playing with OC's, but you are specifically looking for this interaction. Please read the instructions, this meme has been heavily edited and adapted

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Meghan Wolfe

[can_see_clearly]

Awkward conversation

Oh this is great, looks like her guide for the evening ditched her because she can hear the crowd in the cafe starting to thin a bit too much. Probably too late for her to catch the bus back home too. Great, means a cab. Wouldn't be that bad if she had her cane, which was in Joyce's car.

"Great, you can be such an airhead at times..."

[hunter_returns]

They'd called a mini-vacation inbetween jobs. Dean was happily chatting up both a blonde and a redhead at the bar, which meant Sam was solo for the rest of the evening. He just hoped his brother had the good graces to get a separate hotel room. He was too tall to sleep in the Impala comfortably anymore. His eye caught the blonde muttering to herself, looking more than a little unhappy.

"Hey, is everything all right? Can I help?"

[can_see_clearly]

Meghan bit her lip a little when she heard the voice and turned towards it. "Yeah, my friend just decided to be her forgetful self. Not the first time she's left me stranded."

Her eyes didn't seem to focus on him, she had turned her whole body, keeping one hand on the table. She was trying decide if she should just ask him to help her to the phone so she could call for a cab or not.

[hunter_returns]

As a rule, Sam was aware of his surroundings and the people around him at all times. It was something that had been drilled into him since he was a kid. So when she turned, but not completely, his brows furrowed a bit.

"You need a ride home? No funny business, I promise. But it's getting late and I think they're getting ready to shut the place down." Briefly, Sam considered flashing one of his FBI badges and discarded the idea just as quickly as it had come. A quick wave to his brother sauntering out the door confirmed he was indeed solo for the rest of the night. "I don't know how much longer cabs might be running in the area."

[can_see_clearly]

"Might be a good idea, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Normally I'm not this bad when I head out with friends." She did tilt her head a little more so she could hear him clearly. "I'm sorry I'll only be able to give a street address and vague directions though."

She heard the rustle of cloth and bit her lip. "You came with a friend?"

[hunter_returns]

“My brother. But he’s, ah, he’s catching his own ride tonight. I probably won’t see him for awhile.” Amusement tinges his voice as he watches them pile into the car. Dean was smiling, even as he was giving the parking lot a quick, professional scan before sketching Sam a salute and taking off.

“I’m not exactly a native, but if you can get me in the general direction, we should be able to figure it out.” Sam extends his hand. A silent test for a moment. She’s not looking at him, but a sighted person would be able to catch the movement and turn towards it. “I’m Sam.”

[can_see_clearly]

"If he left with Rose and Oceana, probably not." She didn't know their real names, but the scent of their perfume had been over powering each time they had passed her.

She heard the movement and after he introduced himself she held out her hand in his direction hoping it was close. "Meghan. And I think we should be able to, the house the band rented is the last one on the street so hard to miss it." She smiled a little. If the van wasn't being repaired she would have called them for a ride.

[hunter_returns]

"Oceana?" Sam blinked. "Seriously?"

Meghan's hand was close to his. Not dead on, but close enough for Sam to shift his hand to clasp hers. Huffing a laugh at the names, he fishes around in his pockets for the keys to the Impala. "Hope you like classic cars. Or just ones that are as big as some libraries."

Dean would kill him for that reference, but it was one he usually employed just to rattle his brother.

"We didn't park far."

[can_see_clearly]

"Her perfume, smells like salt water. I think her real name's Candy or something 'dancerish' like that."

"I usually have no preference unless it smells bad." She did giggle at the description though. "And Greg's van's a mini-bus, so unless it's bigger than that I'm pretty sure it's not a library."

She nodded slightly. "I'm okay with walking as long as I have a decent guide without my cane. I like trying to play sighted now and then, tonight it just backfired on me. Thank you for doing this though, I really appreciate it."

[hunter_returns]

“My brother. But he’s, ah, he’s catching his own ride tonight. I probably won’t see him for awhile.” Amusement tinges his voice as he watches them pile into the car. Dean was smiling, even as he was giving the parking lot a quick, professional scan before sketching Sam a salute and taking off.

“I’m not exactly a native, but if you can get me in the general direction, we should be able to figure it out.” Sam extends his hand. A silent test for a moment. She’s not looking at him, but a sighted person would be able to catch the movement and turn towards it. “I’m Sam.”