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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 20, 2009 13:34:40 GMT -5
((OOC: This is set two nights after Maryann's big party))
It was just another ordinary day at Merlotte's. Customers came and went, full of gossip and rumour. The usual. Sam however wasn't his usual self. Brandy had left the night before and he was missing her. More than he thought he would. He'd been kicking himself the entire night after her flight left and all through today for not telling her how he felt.
"Stupid, so stupid." he chastised himself over and over.
It was now 5pm, only another 6 hours to go before calling time and another hour before he could head back to the trailer. He'd given Terry and Arlene the night off, they both deserved it after helping him out so much the past few days. He fully expected to them to come in at some point. Arlene usually did if she could get a sitter.
His mind wandered back to Brandy. He'd not heard from her since late last night and he craved to hear her voice. To know she was well. To know she was safe with her two companions.
Terry and Arlene came bursting through the door, giggling like a couple of teenage kids. It was cute, if a little disconcerting. Arlene was always enthusiastic with her menfolk, but Terry being so chipper was an odd sight to see. They waved and giggled at Sam and took a booth at the furthest end of the bar. Blatantly wanting privacy.
Sam shook his head and continued to work in the bar. All he hoped was for a quiet night, maybe a call from Brandy and go home and sleep.
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Post by haylee on Sept 20, 2009 15:01:33 GMT -5
Currently, it felt good to bad. Sneaky and underhanded even. If she were capable to explain it (recent actions), all surging through her. Instead, she obeyed these feelings, heck: Even began to enjoy them. Stepping outside of boundaries such as those. Which also kind of feels like a oxymoron, given the definition of Good and Bad. That linked to morals of right and wrong. Nope, Haylee didn't think all to deeply within the logic when being inside of Sam's office. It would be fun to just go wild, like a bear. Tear everything limb from limb. Yet it's not what the "good" spies do, to remain under a radar. Finally, the d@mn phone had been located, just sitting on his desk. Actually, she should've have known it to be there. Ah well. Goodbye, phone. Frankly, as of that moment, she had but one more thing to do. "Visit" Sam.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 20, 2009 16:58:09 GMT -5
Sam was bored out of his mind. It was still oddly quiet, only the odd giggle and screech coming from Arlene and Terry's booth. It was nice that they were so happy. It was pretty obvious to everyone, well with the exception of Arlene, that Terry was absolutely besotted with her. He finally got his woman, even if they were being hysterically loud about it.
He took the opportunity to head out to the back to get a few cases of Miller and TruBlood to fill up the chillers out front, and anything else he needed. Maybe peanuts.
Walking towards the opposite direction than his office, he picked up a case of Miller, one 4 pack of TruBlood and a bag of peanuts to fill up the bowls out front.
Lifting them up with ease, he made his way back out front and almost dropped everything in his arms.
"What the f**k! Jane get the hell outta there.!" Sam hollered as he chased the local lush, Jane Bodehouse out from behind the bar. "I was just getting stock. You that desperate for liquor you gotta start self serving?" Sam put the boxes down on the floor behind the bar. Shooing Jane out, as she giggled with glee at being caught out.
"Oh Sammy, why don't you spank me for bein' so bad!" she slurred her words, which came as no surprise to anyone.
Sam glowered at her. "Jane, just go sit down. I'll get you what you want."
"I want you Sam Merlotte." she grinned goofily, thinking she was somehow irresistable. "I want you to take me right here, right now. Ya big hunk a' man meat." she bat her eyelashes at him shamelessly.
"What drink would you like Jane?" Sam ignored her pitiful come on.
"Aaww, well how about a Jack n Coke." she grinned at him, winking suggestively. "No...f*ck that, make it double."
Arlene and Terry whooped and hollered. "You go get him Tiger!" called Arlene.
Sam shook his head, exasperated by the antics of his friends and Jane Bodehouse. Tonight, it seemed was going to be a very long night.
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Post by haylee on Sept 20, 2009 17:44:58 GMT -5
About that visit? Yes, it was important. However, it could wait a moment longer. Heck, she'd been daring enough so far; she could go another mile to waltz into sitting within the boss's chair. Which is exactly what Haylee did next, not to mention: Casually tossing a few papers around. Kind of a mock fashion of, "I'm in charge and just look at me now!" Boring. Everything from her line of vision had looked to be neat, orderly and business like. Well it made sense N' all, being a business; but it was to much. In her current influence; it was to restricting. From Maryann's way: It needed a little chaos. So why not just do something? "Labeled important? Pff, not anymore!" Snip-snip, cutting up that form; whatever the hell it was: Happened to be refreshing.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 20, 2009 18:14:31 GMT -5
Jane Bodehouse's flirting and overt sexual innuendo's toward Sam were becoming increasingly irritating. Sam knew leaving the front was just a green light for Jane to stagger back behind the bar to help herself. But he had to get away from her, just for a moment.
Where the hell was Haylee? Sam thought, and his brow furrowed at the thought. She had been a bit odd in her behaviour. He figured spending too much time with Maryann. He would have warned her off, but it would have fallen onto deaf ears no doubt.
Sam killed two birds with one stone, and rather than leaving the bar front altogether he called out for his waitress.
"Haylee! Haylee get your ass out here." he paused and began again. "Haylee, come on! People are waiting."
Sam went back to the bar, just in time to stop Jane from moving in behind the bar. He threw her a look, daring her to even try. She blew him a kiss and went back to her stool and to propping up the bar.
Sam looked back to the open doorway, hoping Haylee would hurry her backside out front.
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Post by haylee on Sept 20, 2009 18:54:35 GMT -5
A form here. Every where, a form-form of no return." The "old MacDonald," type of singing style had gently entered upon her throat. Accompanied with a 'snip-a sharp crumple-snip', the scissors were going dull and jammed on a piece of paper. Had Sam skimped on the budget? No matter, they could still have a little bit of life in them if you cute a certain way. To the song! "E-II-Ohh-E- Now cut off by Sam's rude yelling. Demanding that she peddle her "ass" out right as of that very moment. Her tone winding down to finish the song. "Oohh, rude much? What happened to that nice, scruffy manner?" She spoke to herself, after long since caring a tone for herself only. Now, it was time for a debate. While in thought, that is. Hey, what's that one phrase? Or was it a song? I'm sure it's a song, but- Now, a new giggle perched her throat before clearing it within a cough. Loud and clear; like a bottle rocket. "Take this job and shove it, Sam. I an't work'n here no mo' Don't try to stop me." Oops.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 20, 2009 19:24:21 GMT -5
"Take this job and shove it, Sam. I an't work'n here no mo' Don't try to stop me."
Sam had to do a double take at Haylee's words. That was her voice, but it sure didn't sound like the Haylee he knew. The sweet, innocent girl that came in looking for a job.
He had no choice but to go out back and haul her ass back out front. He was used to verbal abuse, went with the territory of the job and employing Tara Thornton as a barmaid. He sighed and placed the open bag of peanuts on the bar, having only filled one and a half bowls worth.
He stomped back into the hallway and noticed the female employee restroom door was open. Haylee was nowhere to be seen. But her voice was clear, so she had to be close.
She wouldn't be in my office...surely Sam mused to himself, before turning the handle on his office door. He pulled it open sharply.
His face was horrified. There sat Haylee on his office chair, the desk was in a state of chaos. Papers torn up and scattered all over his office like confetti at a wedding. Sam was speechless for a few moments, trying to take what he was seeing in front of him in.
"Haylee, do you mind explaining what the f*ck is going on?" Sam rarely ever raised his temper, even to his employees. But this was a scenario he never in his wildest imaginings thought possible. Least of all from someone so nice as Haylee.
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Post by haylee on Sept 20, 2009 20:01:05 GMT -5
Well, if it isn't the king himself! No, not Elvis. A shame, though. Haylee smirked before trying to garnish a "innocent" themed smile. Ouch, such verbal abuse. All she was "guilty" of is a little redecorating! Haylee then appeared to be a little taken back, slowly rising from "HER" chair to that affect.Why, looka here. Its Sam Mer-get-it-on-lots!" Adding a snicker to her clever wit, before feeling a little flirtatious and more adventurous. How could she not? It was almost as if she just realized on how: Good looking Sam was. If she were capable of being herself: There is no way in hell that she'd do most of her current actions. Chaos and flirting with a taken man, but pfft, "You have a dirty, dirty mouth." Haylee added a seductive wink after her statement, one more for the road. "You should clean it," Suggestive, much?
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 21, 2009 7:29:05 GMT -5
Hayley was sitting in Sam's chair, as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. She looked over at Sam, completely uncaring about his reaction to the state of his office. She rose up from the chair and started to make her way over towards him, a smirk on her face.
Why, looka here. Its Sam Mer-get-it-on-lots!" she giggled, obviously very pleased with herself.
Sam just frowned at her, he could take many things from his employees. But his office had a Private sign on it, for d*mn good reason. Yet, here Haylee was trashing it. What the hell was going on?
She gave him a really flirtatious look. Was she coming on to him?
"You have a dirty, dirty mouth." then she winked at him, only adding fuel to the fire. "You should clean it,"
Sam held a hand up between them, some sort of flimsy barrier to keep them apart. She wasn't right, she didn't smell drunk. Then it dawned on Sam. Haylee had been spending time with Maryann and had been to at least one of her parties, that he knew of. Who knows what she'd gotten up to.
"Haylee, you need to snap out of this. She's got you under some sort of control." he knew Haylee would know exactly who he was talking about. "Please Chere' this ain't like you." Sam tried to backstep a little, creating a little more distance between them. His voice and eyes were cautious, but soothing. He had to get through to her somehow.
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Post by haylee on Sept 21, 2009 13:41:52 GMT -5
Aw, she had gotten a frown; it was generally a sign of disapproval. From that reaction, Haylee arrived at a "obvious" point about Sam to become a little frustrated. Least from her view, it was obvious; He REALLY needed to lighten up. Maryann sure had a way of reading people dead on! Maybe one day, she might teach her that trick. For now, her target was Sam. A person that Maryann needed for "something," so she would have him! Haylee then sighed to Sam's withdraw, throwing up a flimsy hand; as if to stop her. Sure, he may be stuffy like a broom closet, someti-ok, frequently on stuff, but he sure was caring. Telling her to "snap" out of it, that she was under some kind of spell.
Haylee lifted her arms, placing her hands to cross around the back of his neck. Being that close had allowed her to get a scent of him, boy he smelled nice. Not to mention, hello "sexy" voice. Grinning once more before settling down to comment. "When you gonna come out of the dark ages, Sam?" Really. Spells? Witches arn't real. Shaking her forehead before trying to capture Sam's gaze, "Maryann isn't all that bad. You need to stop blaming her for things." Ok, less talk; more action! Feeling giddy, she tried to move in for a kiss.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 21, 2009 14:03:27 GMT -5
Haylee ignored the hand Sam had raised to keep them apart. Almost too casually. Before he knew it, her arms were around his neck. Trying to press her body onto his. He started to panic a little.
When you gonna come out of the dark ages, Sam? Maryann isn't all that bad. You need to stop blaming her for things."
Then she did what he hoped to God she wouldn't even think of trying. She moved her head upwards to him and tried to press her lips against his. Full panic mode.
"Haylee, stop this." he said sternly, moving his hands up to grasp her wrists. "You don't understand what she's capable of Haylee, she's not...." he trailed off, he knew saying she wasn't human would amount to nothing. "She's not all she seems, she's using you. Why I don't know." Sam pulled her arms from his neck. He didn't want to hurt the girl, she wasn't in full control of her actions.
Sam looked at Haylee with pity and sadness in his eyes. She was such a sweet girl and had obviously been so manipulated by...whatever the hell Maryann was. He never stuck around long enough to find out. But whatever she was, it didn't feel good to be anywhere near her.
Now it seemed she'd found her way here and one by one was taking control of the people of Bon Temps. Some of whom were his friends, colleagues.
"I wish there was something I could do, to help you Haylee." he sighed, still with her wrists in his hands.
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Post by haylee on Sept 22, 2009 0:47:48 GMT -5
While Maryann could get EXTREMELY irritated from a lack of coffee, or a nice shower to be soothed within, that was nothing to what Haylee felt. Becoming irritated at the obstacle before her: Which equaled Sam to be a thorn in her side. As this shouldn't be like trying to win the Olympics. Where you had one event after the other to succeed! A few moves should have "sealed" the deal, as they say by now. Yet, nadda. Pfft, what a party pooper, Sam. Ah, well: The mood would have to be much more sensual now. If cooperation was ever gonna stand. Haylee giggled to the word "stand," feeling slightly perverted to the plan. Then all the while: Momentarily, she had forgotten about Brandy and how much she may mean to Sam.
All she could think of was going after something that Maryann guided her toward. A little fun; no rules or restrictions. Maryann wanted Sam. Simple as that. Frankly, how could anyone say "no" to Maryann? Haylee rolled her eyes, although: She now felt a little frisky. Having such a hold on her wrists had been interesting. He needed to forget about Brandy, all of the other things that held him back as well. "Such mean things to say." The tone was of a pout before Haylee tried to lean toward whispering in Sam's ear. Giddy to hear him speak, "he wanted to help." By in fact doing something for her.
Well, he could do he-another giggle arrived, not finishing that scenario. Let's just say, he could just cooperate; for one and that scenario won't be a-well fake anymore. "If you really want to help, just give into me Sam." At that moment, Haylee tried to yank from having her wrists being held. She wanted to touch Sam's chest now; rather then just be close to it. Lord only knows if you could bounce a coin off of it, that it was so fine; using her imagination. This wasn't fair at all. Saying mean things about Maryann, then teasing her like this. Wasn't she pretty enough? "You can be my first."
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 22, 2009 10:40:59 GMT -5
"If you really want to help, just give into me Sam."
Up to this point Haylee had seemed giggly with a few pouts in between. But these words were said in such a seductive tone, it threw Sam for a loop. She was acting completely out of herself. Or was she? He had to admit he didn't know Haylee that well, but well enough to consider her to be a sweet person. A good person. This side of her rattled him.
Sma continued to hold her arms at the wrists. Determined she wouldn't escape. Who knows what she'd try to do if her hands were free to roam. Though Sam suspected a few things, things he really didn't want Haylee to be doing. At least not to him and certainly not at work.
Sam began to regret not asking Brandy to stay. Would this be happening with Haylee, had Brandy been around? Or would someone else be a host to her change in nature? Dammit he missed Brandy, moreso since he hadn't heard from her at all since late last night.
"You can be my first."
"What?!" the shock of the words, made Sam ease the grip on Haylee's wrists. "Aw sh*t!" Sam made a grab for her wrists again. "Haylee, you need to cool off Chere'. This...this ain't you." Sam desperately tried to get through to his waitress.
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Post by haylee on Sept 22, 2009 14:52:50 GMT -5
Haylee smiled at the mere fact of her wrists being free, it would be kinky if: A certain "someone" would COOPERATE. Yet, he was still in that "wet noodle" stage, with a "no" for this and for that; of all her actions. Haylee's smile faded, as she was still IRRITATED after all; though not ready to give up yet. She had to be fierce. She had to get what she wanted. No, what Maryann wanted. "Cool off?" Why bother to fight the strong urge, that Maryann bestows upon people? Briefly, Haylee frowned and spoke, "Silly, Sam-A-lam. You need to let go. Every word is "no" this and that." Expressing the frustration before feeling the time for "talk" is over.
It was time for action, it's not like she had boundaries. Or needed any permission to have fun, when acting rather swiftly. This time, in her advance, she was trying to kiss the side of Sam's neck. While both of her free giddy, little naughty hands sought to "feel" Sam up. Or, rather down. As she snickered to the proper word to use. "Just relax." That's all she would say from there on, now getting the idea to go "South." Trying to flick open his shirt buttons; hey it was fun in her mind. Though it didn't require two hands, one seemed mischievous enough to try and pinch Sam's behind. Her eyes became pitch-black, like she wasn't even human anymore.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Sept 22, 2009 16:55:23 GMT -5
Haylee was getting more and more desperate. A few times her temper flared and showed her annoyance at Sam not just dropping everything and succumbing to her temptations.
Her hands and lips began to wander, most men would kill for a woman like Haylee to behave this way with them. But Sam was not most men, he wasn't like Jason Stackhouse who wouldn't have needed nearly as much encouragement to do anything with a pretty girl. Not to mention his love and his loyalty to Brandy. He wouldn't do anything to betray that love and the trust she had in him.
"Just relax."
Sam almost shot right up into the roof of his office, when he felt her hands on his ass. He looked down into her eyes, the pretty blueness was gone and all that remained was a souless black. Empty. Devoid of any real emotion. He had to take drastic action to keep her safe. He may not have any romantic feelings for Haylee, but he cared enough not to let her get hurt.
"You're right." Sam said, playing along with her. Trying to make her believe he had given in to her charms. "Just wait here...I need to get something. I'll be right back." he had another train of thought. "Actually, why don't you sit on my chair. Just like you were earlier."
Sam forced a smile, the kind of smile he saved for Brandy and quickly went to the store room across from his office. Handy, but hey it was the layout of the place. He looked around and grimly smiled as he grabbed a length of rope and took it back into the office with him.
"We're gonna play a little game Haylee. I think you'll like it." Sam moved over towards her the rope in hand.
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