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[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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[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.

[ergomaniac]

I am relatively certain Mr. Merlotte is not a woman.

[shifting]

[which is when she suddenly leans in and kisses him] April Fools, Miles.

He is. ...I am. For now, anyway.

[ergomaniac]

[What. He stares at her, still not...quite...getting it.]

You mean that you're...er - pretending to be Sam as part of an...April Fool's joke?

[shifting]

I mean Lucifer turned me into a woman and I am Sam.

[ergomaniac]

I -

[Oh. That's why he smelled so familiar. Edgeworth reaches up, his eyes wide, and grasps a lock of her hair between his fingers - and then pulls back.]

I - Oh, God, Sam - I'm so sorry -

[shifting]

[she snags him by the waist before he can back away]

Why? I'm not upset.

[ergomaniac]

Because...

[Because - he'd all but admitted...But maybe Sam hadn't understood what he was saying?

Maybe?

But she - he - whoever - She's still holding him by the waist. It's...an intimate gesture. He flushes.]

It was...rude...to not recognize you, maybe.

[shifting]

I think you're off the hook once I get boobs. [which are pressed pretty close to your right now, b t w. And three guesses who still has your waist and is playing with the tails of your jacket.]

So what d'ya think? Weird, right?

[ergomaniac]

Yes...very weird.

[He flushes a bit deeper - but doesn't pull away now. Indeed, if anything, he leans (shyly and tentatively, admittedly, but leans) against her/him, so that there's contact between boob and chest.]

Was it your idea?

[shifting]

For an April Fool's joke, yeah. [and since they're already chest to chest, she tries to walk him back towards the desk chair] You wouldn't believe all the people I've been messin' with.

[ergomaniac]

[And he goes, stepping backwards with cautiousness or with nervousness.]

Oh...Really? Over the network?

[There's a moment of surprise when the chair hits the back of his knees, and then he sits hard down in it. He swallows as he looks up at her. Him. Sam. And, cautiously, his hand comes up to that lovely waist.]

[shifting]

In person.

...You know. [and she sits on that suddenly vulnerably lap, her long legs straddled over his. She grins down at him wickedly, playfully] Like with you.

Just... not this intimately. [/cravat tug]