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phone pressed between shoulder & ear, Sam continues to fold her laundry as Peter complains about a shirt he can’t find. she can hear him turning his apartment upside down on the other end of the line & she smiles to herself, more enamored by her nerd than she’s ready to acknowledge. brows raise when he asks the last time she’s seen it, beginning to describe what it looks like & her grin widens at a recent discovery, the exact article of clothing hanging from her in the reflection of her mirror. “ maybe you should give up . . . the shirt has clearly found a better body to wear it. ”

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brows raise as the he settles on one of the barstools with a slight huff. giving him a moment, Sam wipes her hands on her little waitress apron before approaching. “ must have been a rough day if you’re drinking alone on a Tuesday. ”

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dark eyes watch the other, wiping down the bar as the man crowds the female’s space & Sam huffs in annoyance before tossing the dirty rag with the others when she passes the box for washing. “ Jordan how many times do I have to toss you out the fucking door before you realize you’re not welcome here ? ” hands in her hips, she cuts him with a harsh glare that has the male walking away with his tail between his legs. waiting until he’s left the establishment, Sam softens her gaze when she turns to the other woman. “ you okay ? ”

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tags pt. 17 - samantha carpenter

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disgust evident on her face, Sam nearly swats his hand out of her face but stays her ground & ignores the way he makes her blood boil. jaw clenches almost painfully, eyes narrowing at the mention of her father. the one who started it all.

" get this through your fucking head, " she steps closer & lips curling with a snarl. " i am NOT my father. " there's a fire in dark gaze, daring him to push the matter further. " i won't be staying in Woodsboro & you can't terrorizing the town without someone else with an actual pair of balls to lead the way. " mouth frowns with feigned pity, head tilting as she leans further into his space. " you work at a run down gas station in the middle of nowhere, you've going nothing i want. " straightening, Sam tosses a 20 dollar bill on the counter in front of his face as she steps backwards towards the door. " aside from 20 on pump 4. "

hands drum on the counter, leaning casually upon it as he smiles, his tongue pressed between his teeth in the over dramatized grin. that which scrunches his face, narrowing eyes. . . .

he's excited, needless to say. teetering on giddiness. all these years of sitting around waiting. &. here a loomis waltzes in, like the beginning of the real goddamn requel! he points at her. "oh, but sam --- i think the real question is, what do you want . . ." stu began his finger winding up before jutting in sam's direction. "from me?!" he leans forth, grinning as he rests head 'pon elbow. "since your dear old dad is out of the picture, i think it's time to terrorize woodboro again. . . . &. who better than the spawn of the OG?"

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teeth show as her smile gets even bigger, the last shirt is neatly folded & Sam puts him on speaker before starting to put her clothes away. " i think this may be a case of quality over quantity . . . no mater how many years you've had the shirt, it simply looks better on me. " finally done, Sam settles on her bed & considers his question. the others are in class for the next couple hours & thankfully, she's off today. " i suppose i could squeeze you in. " her plans to relax in the apartment just got better. " so long as you bring over snacks. "

his movements stopped dead in their tracks when she uttered that, pressing his tongue against his cheek and breathing out a little laugh. " uh huh." he says, tilting his head to one side and holding the phone up with his head. " well, I'm not so sure that I believe that it looks better on you. I've had that shirt for a long time, after all..." rocking on his heels once, twice and then turning back to his closet to pull a different shirt out. as if he actually needed any kind of proof, it'd be more of a challenge to find a piece of clothing that didn't look good on her. even one of his--especially one of his, " there's clearly only one thing for me to do, I'm gonna have to come find out if it is better on you, if it's not....well, we'll cross that bridge if we get to it. you're not too busy for me to come over, are you?"