#where samantha meets the Scottish groomsman at charlottes wedding

[erwinsvow]

i keep thinking about soap and how he’s such a damsel in distress kinda guy and you just happen to be at some random bar at the same time as him—you’re a little too drunk to find your friends but sober enough to know that there’s a guy who won’t leave you alone, who keeps following you around. you finally end up smushed up near the counter trying to turn around so this guy can’t see you, desperately waving down the bartender because maybe he can help? when the stranger pulls up right behind you again.

lucky for you, soap is there. and he’s never seen you before but it takes him all of two seconds to realize you want to be left alone—or even further, that you’re scared. you’re all jittery, eyes big and concerned, trying to politely—why are you still being polite? he briefly thinks—tell some drunk asshole that you’re not interested. and then you lock eyes with him for a second. and well, you don’t have to ask, he just takes care of it for you. the guy is out and away within minutes, choking out an apology while soap bends his arm behind his back. and then soap turns to you, with such pretty eyes and such a pretty smile, saying something with a thick accent that you can barely understand in your hazy state—you hear the word bonnie in there somewhere.

and you think you just fell in love.