Avoiding all the drunk people may have worked so far for Sam, but his luck was about to change as Mari spotted him and gave a tug on his beads. Her own neck swinging with them.
"Hey Sammy" she slurred, grinning. "Who have you been showing your boobies too?"
"You know me girl," he grinned. "Total skank," he said before lifting his shirt with one hand to expose his bare chest.
"That's a shame," he said adjusting his shirt back down. "Searching out the older boys this evening? You know... they're usually just bigger assholes."
Mari giggled appreciately as he flashed her his flesh and took a sip out of her bottle. She had been tardy to the party and the only thing sitting, rejected on the counter was a bottle of root beer flavoured vodka. Vile, yes. But it did the trick.
"Hey man" she chided him with a little poke to his hip. "The school nurse is pretty old and he's a perfect gentleman. And totally hot, too."
"The school nurse huh?" he grinned, giggling a little at her poke. "Sure he's pretty but a little dorky," he teased. Though it could be argued that he was equally dorky as he was a cheerleader and could have been a nationally ranked gymnast. He of course ignored all that while talking to a cute girl.
"Get the fuck out, he's not dorky. He's practically my future husband" Mari joked, pouting slightly. I mean, he must have been in love with her, he totally never sent her to the principal's office even though she was in the nurses room at least twice a week.
"Baby, noone could ever take on a puma and still look as classy as you" she cooed.
Sam couldn't help but laugh. "Future husband? Adrian Ducote? I don't think he's man enough for you Marianne," he teased giving her elbow a little nudge.
He smiled proudly, puffing out his chest a little. "Thanks," he said slinging his arm around her shoulders. "That puma had it coming though," he smirked.
She wrapped a free arm around his middle and leaned her head on his shoulder, still grinning as usual.
"I bet he did. I mean, if anyone looks at you funny you just gotta fight 'em, right? Puma or not." She raised the bottle to herlips againand offered it to Sam.
"Oh hey, you want some? I think it's as close to tasting like baby sick as you canget without actually tasting baby sickfor real."
"Right?!" he asked grinning. "Especially when that puma knocks you off your bike. That fucker came out of nowhere," he joked.
"No thanks babe, I think I'll pass on the baby sick for now," he laughed. "It's never been my favorite taste. Need a mixer or something? Might taste less like baby sick and more like soda flavored baby sick."