[party post] if it looks like winning, you haven't been.

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Dear Rifters

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[enoughtocarry]

Sam Winchester is not having a good day. He hates tricksters and anything of the like--really, really has not had the best experiences with them--so today isn't going to be any different. He has been inflicted with magical handcuffs. No matter what he does and how much he picks at the lock, it won't spring free.

Who is wearing the other cuff that will keep you chained to Sam's side all day? It could be your character!

The handcuffs are magically Rift-altered, the narration must warn. Nearly nothing will set them free.

Not to mention, Sam's Rift ability is finally kicking into gear, and his hand keeps stretching to an impossible length.

[enoughtocarry]

She does seem to have more strength than him.

That's... kind of cool and possibly a little intimidating.

However, nothing's going to work. Once the Rift decides on something, it's unlikely the victims will find a way around its pranks. Sam's going to maintain hope that they'll figure something out.

The last thing he wanted was for Buffy to be witness to the fact his hand wants to turn into a puddle. Sam nearly winces and drops down beside her. "I guess so," he says, keeping his hand on his lap as it... stretches. Reed Richards, anyone? "My brother said it was only a matter of time, but I could've... gone without one."

Glancing over at her, he gives her a helpless little smile. "Sorry you're stuck with me."

[isaywe_party]

She shrugs. "Could be worse. In fact, I think I actually have been stuck to worse."

She's had a long and illustrious career as a Slayer, Sam. There are some things she never wants you to know about. Not for any reason that they're bad or wrong, just because ... well, they're kind of gross. She doesn't really want you thinking of her in a gross capacity. Or associating her with gross things.

It's just not attractive.

She takes another bite of the hot dog, before leaning back against the bench. "At least you know there won't be a lack of conversation? Awkward silences when you're chained to someone are twice as awkward."

[enoughtocarry]

"You have?" he asks, an amused sort of expression taking over his features. "That sounds like a story."

Then again, if it's one of those things she never wants him to know about, he won't pry, but he doubts how he could ever associate Buffy with anything remotely gross or unattractive since she's, you know. The opposite of those things.

Sam actually laughs at that, and he leans his head back. He's clearly not the best at the social thing but he's going to try for you, Buffy. He looks over at her and smiles, faint dimples flashing at either side of his face. "How's the hot dog?" he asks. He's not hungry, this is just his... way of not having those awkward silences.

Now that he knows she would not like them. See? He at least gets points for effort.

[isaywe_party]

"Not really. He was mostly ... slimy." Her nose wrinkles. "It's why I got stuck in the first place."

She may be the opposite of those things, but she's still pretty sure that there's some things that you shouldn't talk about to someone who you want to potentially kiss you someday. She hasn't had a lot of normal human boyfriends, but she figures that's a given.

"It's good!" she says with a nod. "As it should be when it comes out of a car designed specifically for that purpose." She glances around to see if the car is still somewhere near by. "You should have grabbed one."

[enoughtocarry]

"I promise you I'm not slimy, so that's a step up at least, right?" Sam asks, and that's mostly to his attempt to be amusing. He's a little bit rusty when it comes to this, okay? But he can sort of remember what it was like to be interested in a girl and wanting her to find him funny and cute and ... stuff.

He lifts up his cuffed hand and will keep trying to pick at the lock. Sam's had experience with not-so-illegal doings, and this should be easy, except it will not budge.

"Maybe he'll come back around and I'll get one," Sam promises with a slight laugh. "If my brother ever finds that car, there might not be any hot dogs left when he's done with them."

Oh no, wait. Dean's a vegetarian now. NEVER MIND.

[isaywe_party]

"That is a giant step up," she nods. He is also a giant. Buffy may have a bit of a thing for tall guys. Spike was an exception that she still doesn't understand.

She watches him try to pick the lock like a pro, and she tips her head to the side to watch. "You ... wind up in handcuffs often?" She can't help but ask. It's not a skill that everyone has.

She then looks in the direction of where the wiener mobile had come from, and shrugs. "I don't know. He seemed to have a pretty decent supply."

[enoughtocarry]

Sam may have a bit of a thing for blondes, though he's had his own exceptions in the past... and future he is not yet aware of. Lately, he just tries to keep people at bay. MOSTLY DUE TO THE FACT HIS GIRLFRIENDS END UP DEAD. But, you know. It's how they're safer.

There will be blushing. And slight awkwardness. "No! I don't--this--it's not what it looks like," he says, trying to fight hard the flushing but even the tips of his ears feel red. He stops trying to pick at the lock.

"You haven't met my brother," is all Sam replies with. Though now it would be interesting to see. Dean and Shawn's wiener mobile going head to head.

[isaywe_party]

She laughs. "It's okay. That isn't me being judge-y. That's me being curious. My lock picking skills are limited, because ... I usually don't need them. Handcuffs are not me-friendly."

She usually tries to stay out of them, but that doesn't always work out. Slayers commit violence. It's just the way things are.

"No, I haven't. But I have yet to meet a person who could out eat me in anything, let alone hot dogs."

[enoughtocarry]

"Apparently, they're not all that fond of me, either," he says, looking over at her. "I think it's safe to say we might be like this for a while."

The thought isn't an unpleasant one.

"Now he'd take that as a challenge," Sam says, grinning over at her, eyes flickering over to the hot dog before they look back at her. "I'd bet my money on you."

AND NO, HE IS NOT JUST SAYING THAT BECAUSE SHE'S REALLY PRETTY. Maybe.

[isaywe_party]

"I think we can figure it out," she says with a nod. "And if all else fails, we'll get to know each other really well."

Hopefully not too well, though. Though Buffy could safely say she would not be opposed to really, really well.

"I happen to have the metabolism of a garbage disposal. So he'd really have to bring his A-game."

[enoughtocarry]

"Can't say I'd... mind that," he says, almost carefully, but it's the truth, nonetheless. The night he found her made him curious about her, to say the least, though he can sense there are some things she'd rather he not know.

And considering he feels the same way about his past, he won't begrudge her that.

Sam laughs again. Dean's metabolism also seems to be that of a giant. It's impressive, and it always has been. "Well, if you start getting hungry again let me know, and we'll go find the weiner mobile again."

[isaywe_party]

She smiles at the statement, a little sheepish and shy, before nodding. "Me too."

And to be honest, if Sam asks her a direct question, she won't lie to him. But she has to gauge his suspension of disbelief before she reveals too much.

She grins, before finishing off the rest of the hot dog. "I'll let you know."

[enoughtocarry]

He flashes her his own smile. Dimples and everything. "Yeah?"

Considering all he's seen and all he's done himself, his suspension of disbelief might surprise her. Sam leans against the wall and places the hand that's linked to hers via handcuff in the space between them.

"So, where were you from? Back in your home world."

[isaywe_party]

See, that smile is a dangerous weapon, with the ability to turn a girl downright gooey. "Yeah."

She straightens at the next question, and sighs. "Originally? Sunnydale, California. But I moved around for a while, and now I'm living in a castle in Scotland."