Are you gonna stay the night

[presto]

and with a broken wing

there were very few nights where samantha lancaster found herself without anything to do. even on those nights when ethan was with his father, like tonight, she was always working. friday nights were some of her busier nights at the strip bar. or sometimes she was even studying for some test she had in one of her college classes. but it was spring break so she didn't have any classes and her boss had forced her to take the night off. and it was at these times, when she had nothing to do, that she remembered why she always kept herself busy. she didn't like the idea of having free time. there was too much time to think, too much time to wonder about how she'd let her life get to this point. she'd never imagined that she'd ever be where she was now. her marriage to garrett wasn't supposed to end, she wasn't supposed to be a single mother, and she definitely wasn't supposed to be working as a stripper. her parents would be ashamed if the knew. she had just told them that she was divorced and pursuing her vet degree again. they accepted it without question. which almost hurt, almost. but sam had always been the good daughter. if she told her parents she was a stripper, they probably wouldn't have believed her. they would have thought she was joking and would have started cracking up. and she wasn't sure how she would react to seeing that. she had never meant to disappoint her parents, and she never should have left. her entire reasons for for coming to new york were shot now. not that she could leave. maybe this concrete jungle wasn't a ranch, but it was home now.

and this was exactly why she didn't have too much free time. because then there was too much time for her to criticize her life and her choices in life. sam looked around the empty living room of her apartment. the floor was littered with ethan's toys and the coffee table had all her textbooks piled onto it. she hadn't felt like cleaning after dropping ethan off with his dad. it was so hard sometimes, getting the energy to do anything when really, you're life wasn't exactly what you'd planned it out to be. the only thing she could be proud of sometimes was her ability to get up every morning, her son, and the fact that she had decided to continue her college education. she'd come to new york with a lover, and now found herself alone. her parents had always raised her to be an independent woman, to never rely on anyone but herself. and this particular lesson was one she learned well. she hated relying on anyone for anything, not if she could do it herself. but if there was one thing she missed, it was having someone to curl up with when the nights got particularly lonely, like tonight. she wouldn't have minded having the company of anyone right now. it was probably about then that she remembered having a chat online with some random guy. he'd mentioned a bar that was supposed to be a really good place to go. she'd managed to wiggle the address out of him. she glanced at the clock, it was about 6:30 p.m. she wasn't sure why time was relevant, because most bars in new york didn't close till well after midnight. she hopped off the couch and made a beeline to her bathroom.

it only took her about a half hour to get dressed and straighten her, and even then, most of her time was spent trying to pick out her clothes. she'd stocked up on what she deemed to be bar worthy clothes after she turned 21, as garrett had liked to tote around his little trophy wife. she through on a black tank top and a lace form fitting overshirt that was also black. she paired it with a darker wash - also form fitting - pair of jeans. she finished off the look with a pair of black wedges, hoop earrings, and a diamond necklace that she'd once gotten as an anniversary present from garrett. once last glance at the mirror revealed that she did in fact look great, so she grabbed her purse and was out the door. by the time she arrived at the bar, it was about 7:30 and still on the empty side. as she walked in, she felt a lot of the eyes fall on her and most lingered as she walked to the bar. being a blue-eyed blonde woman, she'd grown quite accustomed to this response. she ignored them all and made her way over to the bar, her gaze sliding over one of the bartenders. he was talking to a blond girl who looked a little too young to be in the bar. perhaps he was telling her off, but then she saw the way he was looking at her, the complete awe in his gaze and she had to turn away. sam always hated jealousy, but she couldn't stop being jealous of how happy they looked. she sat down at the bar, facing away from the couple. she was greeted by another bartender - the only other male bartender she could see. yeah, i know, its kind of gross, huh? he had made a face. what can i get you? sam smiled politely under his clearly admiring glance. this was something she'd grown used to as a stripper, especially as his gaze went to the plunging v neck of her shirt. any red wine? girly drinker, should have guessed. despite his comment, he turned around and eventually delivered a glass of wine that she sipped. so, i've never seen you here before...? you sure about that? haven't you lost track yet? she hadn't meant to sound mean, but he looked snubbed. i was referred by a friend. she said by way of conciliation.

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He had finished work a whole hour later than he was supposed to and god damn he better get paid for said hour overtime - really there wasn't much worry there for him, at this point he was always paid properly and it was something that he was quite thankful for. Being a mechanic was something that he rather enjoyed, most of the time. Of course there were times that he hated it, like with any job, but more often than not it was good work, it gave him a chance to distract himself from the worries in his life and more often than not he was working alone and he liked that. Of course the fact that he worked late meant that he was going to get to his plans later than he had wanted to but that was okay because really it didn't matter when he got to the bar he was still going to get just as drunk as he had planned (probably more). Even so, the moment he finished his work he was out the door and on his way home - which meant he sat at at bus stop for near twenty minutes so that he could sit on a smelly bus for another half an hour because of traffic just so he could shower and get dressed to go to the bar. What a life he led. 

Once he had washed the work day's yuck off of him (and it was indeed a lot of yuck, think actual dirt and grease) he relaxed a little on the couch with a beer, only for fifteen minutes, and watched some stupid show on the television that he barely paid any attention to - it was nice to sit down for a while and just relax. But soon he got up and get dressed to spend a night of drinking, he was rather looking forward to it. There was also a chance that there would be a girl there. He knew next to nothing about her but that didn't matter because he knew her face (he thought he did anyway) and a name, Sam. He only assumed that it was short for Samantha. He didn't even know if she was going to show, there had been no time said or anything of the like, he had just told her where and that she should be there because it's a great place. He really thought that too. He got ready quickly, it never took him long to get ready for anything - he just simply threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, and a jacket with consideration of the temperature - so tonight there was definitely a jacket involved in his outfit. Soon he was out the door and on another smelly bus on the way to that one particular bar.

When he arrived he scanned the area, taking a mental note of any familiar faces - though he didn't much care about them. He made a bee line to the bar, noticing his friendly neighbourhood bartender floating by a blonde whose face he couldn't see at this point. Taking the seat next to said blonde he looked at said bartender and spoke with a dominating laugh in his voice. "Get me a beer bitch." A smirk on his lips. After which he turned to the blonde and the moment he realised that it was in fact the girl that he had been talking to the previous night a somewhat surprised yet pleased look found it's way to his face. "Sam, hi." Was all he said, he wasn't the best with people - unless he was pissing them off or arguing or simply getting on the wrong side of them (with exception of those friends he actually did have).

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