[video; ACTION]

[shifting]

Hey - [Sam looks very busy! He's in his office at Merlotte's, gathering up files, folders...] - wanted to let everybody know to come down to Merlotte's tonight, we've got a few stand-up comics hired for the night show and some drink specials. I won't be there though, I've got to meet with some people about gettin' a loan, but I've got someone I used to work with at Club 24 coverin' for me tonight. She's real sweet, so I want ya'll to make her feel welcome, okay? - And don't think this means you can act up in the club; I'll still be back to kick ya'll in the ass tomorrow if you do.

[he grabs his keys, waves at the NV and sets it face-down on his desk. There's a muffled conversation, and soon after a woman picks the NV up and smirks]

...Hey there. I'm Sandra - I'll be watchin' the bar for Sam tonight. Hope to see you all in.



((APRIL FOOLS - with a little help from the devil, Sam's in touch with his feminine side tonight and plans to troll you all. You can respond to this like a post or start an action thread in the club!))

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[voice]

[shifting]

[this is too easy.]

Who're you, exactly?

[oh wait i meant action]

[ergomaniac]

[He glances up at her, now, and looks at her a little bit more closely - and is a little bit struck by her (just a little bit), though he doesn't altogether comprehend why since such fair features aren't usually striking to him. Something about the eyes...No matter.]

Miles Edgeworth. I live with Mr. Merlotte. Your surname?

[shifting]

McClain. [stepping closer, arms crossed and brows arched

hey there, Edgeworth~] So you're the one he lives with.



[excuse her while she looks you over]

[ergomaniac]

[That's sort of an uncomfortable look she's giving him right there. He clears his throat and crosses his own arms.]

...Indeed. Ms. McClain, would you kindly help me look for some evidence of where he's gone?

[shifting]

I'm supposed to be workin', you know. [she sits on the desk, crosses her legs.

In her business skirt.] That's what Sam asked me here to do.

[ergomaniac]

[He scowls and averts his eyes.]

Forgive me, madam, but you don't seem to be working at this very moment. But if you refuse, then kindly move out of my way so that I might search by myself.

[shifting]

You always this to prickly to women who check you out?

[ergomaniac]

[He flushes and tries not to look at her, walking around to the other side of the desk. It would be easier if she weren't attractive...]

I'm "prickly" towards those who delay what needs to be done.

[shifting]

Oh really? [and this is where she stretches out a leg to hook around his waist, trying to draw him in. (Rather inappropriately)] And what needs to be done, exactly? Was Sam in danger? Or distressed? Or anything other than rushed? Does he need saving from loans?

[ergomaniac]

Madam, please -

[He backs away, that flush darkening but freeing himself from the enticing influence of that shapely calf.]

He - I don't know what loans he's seeking out, but I need to make certain that he's...not being taken advantage of. Financially.

[shifting]

[except that she's sliding off the desk and following him, like a predator] If he need a lawyer, he would've brought one. Don't you think?

[ergomaniac]

[He continues backing away.]

Not...necessarily...He at times wishes to act independently.

[It sounds weak, of course.]

[shifting]

[She'll just pin him in against the back wall, then. Not touching, not even caging with her arms - just very, very close]

So let 'im. ...And why not act a little independently yourself?

[ergomaniac]

[This close, he can smell her. It's...familiar, somehow, though he can't place it. His back, meanwhile, is flat against the wall; his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.]

I don't even know you.

[And he struggles for a moment before, finally:]

And there's - another.

[shifting]

D'you need to? [playing idly with his cravat - untucking it.

...Right until that second excuse, anyway. "Sandra" pauses, looking surprised.] There is?

[ergomaniac]

[He swallows. His breathing is a little bit shallow - and he knows that it's not fear that's quickening his breath, nor anger. But he still lifts his hands to hers.]

...Yes. Forgive me; you're a very lovely woman, and I'm quite certain that you've...much to offer. But -

[But that's not a lie or an excuse, is it? You stormed over because you want to be as useful to Sam as Lucifer is. You want - ]

Yes.

[shifting]

[she chews on her lower lip] ...You mind if I ask who it is?

[ergomaniac]

[He takes in a breath, nearly gnawing on his own lip in nervousness. He wouldn't be so honest if this were someone he knew - that much is certain. But this is no newcomer, because he knew all the newcomers who worked at Club 24, so it's just some resident of the city. No one who knows him - maybe someone who knows of him, but most likely someone who doesn't care, given her slightly light-headed willingness to fling herself at anyone...And he doesn't have anyone else to talk to about this, anyway. No one to whom he might lament his misfortune.

So why not?]

Forgive me. It's...a touch embarrassing, just because reciprocation is...questionable. So I'd sooner not get overly specific.

[shifting]

[Who? Re-l? But they had already been together, hadn't they? So where would the question be? Unless he wanted to be with her exclusively and she was dodging the question...

But "Sandra" sighs, shakes her head and pouts. A finger slipping slowly down his chest] Can't imagine who wouldn't reciprocate with you. But you sure that's your final answer?

[ergomaniac]

[It's not as if he's faithful towards you, Miles. Doesn't it perhaps seem to you a bit...possessive? stalkerish? to keep faithful to him?]

Forgive me. You're a...very lovely woman, as I said. But I'd not be able to pursue a romantic relationship with you, and you'd deserve more than simply something fleeting.

[shifting]

[she laughs and pats his cheek once, turning back to the desk] Damn, Miles. When a woman throws herself at you like this, it usually doesn't mean a relationship's the biggest thing on her mind.

[ergomaniac]

Well, I -

[He frowns, trapped between embarrassed, insulted, and relieved.]

Madam, I am simply not someone who believes in...casual sexual liaisons. I would not sleep with someone I do not care for deeply.

[shifting]

So what if I told you I was Sam?

[ergomaniac]

[And now embarrassment/insult/relief gives way to embarrassment/confusion/skepticism.]

That's a rather odd hypothetical, Ms. McClain. If you were Sam, this conversation would be quite different.

[shifting]

Unless you didn't know I was Sam.