Something's not right

[meteor_heart]

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?

Comments

[deservesabone]

The bar is exactly where Tifa will find him today. It's a slow period, and he's chatting at one end with the only guest who's out of the baths and looking for a drink this afternoon. Sam makes some joke that gets a smile out of the man, then taps on the counter with a louder "I'll be right back with that."

He sees Tifa when he goes to get a beer glass, and his face brightens. "Hey!"

[meteor_heart]

"Hey Sam." She smiles softly at her boss, moving to the other end of the bar from the other guest. No reason to be causing a stir with what she had to say, she didn't want to cause problems for Sam.

[deservesabone]

"One sec, let me just get this gentleman set up. I'll be right over." Still grinning, he turns back to making filling a pint glass and slides it over to the man, who thanks him with a tired smile.

Sam's down at the other end of the bar in a flash, happy to see a familiar smile. "What can I get you? Let me get you somethin' to drink. We're real well stocked."

[meteor_heart]

"I'm okay, but thanks." Something about this place made her not even want to drink the water, never mind anything behind the counter. "Do you have a few minutes to talk? I don't want to get you in trouble."