Sam Tyler was not amused. Not at all. Because, honestly, how often do you walk into a lobby and find it amusing? None, for Sam Tyler. Which should be a given really, since this isn't exactly where he'd wanted to go
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Lucy is actually getting used to this whole seeing-people-who-look-like-her-husband thing.
Somehow, that strikes her as a bit pathetic. Amusing if she were anyone else, but terribly bathetic.
"Yelling isn't going to get you anywhere," she informs from her spot at a table not too far away. "And it's not exactly giving the rest of us a good impression either."
Sam exhaled exhaustedly and placed his fists on the wall, putting his head on them and grinding his teeth. He stayed this way for a moment before giving said wall a frustrated punch.
"Let me know if that actually does anything to improve the situation?" She asks, mocking in her voice. Really, all she sees is a man throwing a little bit of a tantrum and it isn't doing anything for her.
Folding her arms across the tabletop, she just watches him. "Let me know when you're done, then maybe we can get somewhere."
Sam snorted confusedly and looked around, wondering if there was some sort of camera watching him or something. Because there had to be a explanation for this.
He'd had fat old hags calling him a pervert and a nonce and now he had a post blonde woman mocking him from the corner. He really didn't know which one he liked better.
"Do you want something, luv? Or are you just gonna sit there watchin' me?"
"Oh no, I'm fine," she starts, thinking up a cup of tea and taking a sip. "But sooner or later, you will."
She doesn't know why she's sticking around, why she had yet to find somewhere else more secluded or perhaps go back to her own room and try to sleep. Probably because that's what she always does and today? She felt like doing something a little out of the ordinary.
"What's your name," she questions then, tilting her head just slightly?
Somehow, that strikes her as a bit pathetic. Amusing if she were anyone else, but terribly bathetic.
"Yelling isn't going to get you anywhere," she informs from her spot at a table not too far away. "And it's not exactly giving the rest of us a good impression either."
Don't mind her, Sam, she's not slept yet.
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He didn't even flinch.
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Folding her arms across the tabletop, she just watches him. "Let me know when you're done, then maybe we can get somewhere."
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"Can I help you, ma'am?" he asked purposefully, shortly, so as to show that he was really not in the mood for patronisation.
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He'd had fat old hags calling him a pervert and a nonce and now he had a post blonde woman mocking him from the corner. He really didn't know which one he liked better.
"Do you want something, luv? Or are you just gonna sit there watchin' me?"
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She doesn't know why she's sticking around, why she had yet to find somewhere else more secluded or perhaps go back to her own room and try to sleep. Probably because that's what she always does and today? She felt like doing something a little out of the ordinary.
"What's your name," she questions then, tilting her head just slightly?
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"Sam." he said, feeling it best to introduce himself anyway. "Sam Tyler."
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