Who: Tifa Lockheart and Sam Merlotte
When: October 5th, 2:20pm
Where: Madara's Place
Summary: Tifa's grown increasingly worried about what she sees as Sam accepting his slavery. It's come to the point that she has to say something.
Warnings: None yet?
Tifa had come to hate this place, for reasons she wasn't entirely sure of. Something about the atmosphere, the people, the company...it made the skin on the back of her neck crawl. But Sam had been adamant that it wasn't safe to leave, and there was no way she was going to put him in any more danger then he likely already was.
But she didn't have to like it.
Pulling the collar of her new long-coat tighter to her neck she strode into the establishment, dark eyes peering around the common room for Sam. Last she'd been here he was serving at the bar...maybe he still was.