OOM - Test Thread - Miami- "...So this is Michael?"

[hey35nholding]

Miami isn't everything Clementine imagined it might be. It's a little grittier, a little less tropical, and there are lots of chicks running around in bikinis. Too much competition

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[luvs_yogurt]

Something's not right, that much is clear. The door is locked, but the hairs on the back of his neck are standing on end. Without a second thought, he tucks his overnight bag just inside the front door and silently closes it behind him - surveying the strewn clothes and shoes. Sam, he'd know the jacket hanging off the coffee table anywhere, pants - a wrinkled pool on the floor. One female, tacky shoes - worn to death by the looks of it. Skimpy dress, but comfortable looking - so probably not a pro. But it was Sam, can't rule anything out. He smiles and draws his weapon, finger caressing the trigger guard as he makes a silent beeline for the bedroom.

He pauses just outside the door for a long moment, listening for the telltale signs that the party wasn't over yet, but only heard slow and shallow breathing - mostly asleep but not for long. With a smile, he opens the door and lowers the gun right at his friend - eyes glancing over his blonde companion. "Morning."

[hey35nholding]

Clementine, for her part?

Screams.

Loud and long.

Damn it, why is her service revolver ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE ROOM?

[hoochedseal]

Sam then wakes with a start as Clem screams as he looks around "What the hell Clem is going on" he then rubs his face slowly and then sees Mikey as a grin breaks out on his face.

"Hey Mikey, you're home."

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael raises an eyebrow and licks his lower lip, slowly lowering the weapon. "Hey, we're making friends again?"

He scans the room, taking note that everything is mostly where it should be - not that he really has much to mess with. "You're in my bed."

[hoochedseal]

Sam smiles as he kisses Clem then helps her through the door and smiles then walks back to Mikey and leans back after working in the booth.

"Let me have it."

[luvs_yogurt]

Michael looks down the neck of his bottle of beer a long moment before looking up at his friend, utterly barefaced.

"Is there a point in it?" He asks in serious tone.

[hoochedseal]

"Yes, honestly. If you have a problem or think she's a real threat I should work on that."

[luvs_yogurt]

"They're always a threat, Sam. What do you even know about her?" He narrows his eyes, looking away at nothing in particular. "Do I even want to know how much she knows?"