[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center]
Oh, yes, she was quite satisfied with the reaction that Liam had spontaneously created. The man she thought was a fuddy-duddy was a barrel of laughs as he choked comically on his beer. Sam almost thought she saw it come out his nose! It was hilarious! The silly way he tried to cover it all up made it even better. In addition, he agreed that giving her some more suitable attire would be best. Of course he would think that's best! Maybe then he wouldn't be blushing like a middle school dweeb. Honestly, though, has he never been with a woman before? Was that why her collar bone was so [i]shocking[/i] to him. Samantha had no clue, but she was sure that she wanted to tease the hell out of him until he told her.

It was with this that he was nice enough (or perhaps he was just doing it for his own sake) to ask about using one of Matt's shirts. A moment passed and another exchange between the two occurred which brought Sam's eyebrows to furrow together skeptically. Liam was right. Matt did seem really pensive. Between the two of them, the woman had payed greater attention to Liam than Matt, but it was obvious that this wasn't how he normally acted. It looked almost like he was staring off in the distance in vain hope that light would catch a dust speck so that he might lunge and grasp it in his hands. It was like he was staring into nothing trying to find something... Sam was almost inclined to ask about it in her own crude way, but it wasn't long before she was whisked away by Clarice.

Clarice in such a girlish way went about judging each article of clothing. [i]Oh, shit.[/i] Sam thought, [i]What have I gotten myself into?[/i] Soon she had various clothes thrust upon her like newspapers flying in her face during a storm. It was all she could do to force the things off of her. Okay, maybe she was exaggerating, but she did feel like she was now a doll who was being made up. She shifted her feet, looking at the rough jean material in her hand, hesitating at putting it on. Yeah... she wasn't looking forward to going commando. After a moment of thought, she too began to be searching through what looked to be Liam's drawers until she found the boxers she was looking for. They weren't particularly embarrassing, just navy blue with an elastic waste band that read 'Calvin Klein' (ooh, fancy). She examined the pair for a second and took a [b]big[/b] whiff of them... .. . Acceptable. With a shrug she dropped her Roman gown of a sheet to the floor and tugged on the boxers. She smiled and shifted her hips in them for a second, before laughing. They were so free and breezy! Why hadn't she tried boxers before! After this epiphany she began to tug the jeans over her legs. They were saggy and she had to wear a belt. Even then they sat loosely at her boney little hips. 

It was after this that the other woman began to work her magic, wrapping the large T-shirt (which she would have been happy to wear by  itself) around her in a dizzying array of folds and knots. Sure enough, however, the end product was, honestly, pretty good. It was a bit too formal for her though. She looked down at herself and offered a smile. "[color=a0410d]I like it! This is pretty rad! Just... not my style.[/color]" She began to undue the work that was done until it was just a plain big T-shirt. She took a deep breath, already more comfortable. She tried to be chill about saying this, but her voice filled with more gratitude than she had intended. "[color=a0410d]Thank you, honestly, though. Uhm... people don't do stuff like that for me a lot. So... yeah.[/color]" Having someone put so much effort in trying to make her look good was humbling. She couldn't remember the last time she had someone do something like that without ulterior motives. Yes, this was unchartered territory. She didn't quite know how to react to it and so she just ended up just sounding awkward. Jesus, who was the middle school dweeb now? The pause had gone on too long and so it was now that she struggled to regain her composure. "[color=a0410d]Uh.. hey! Let's go outside then, yeah?[/color]"

She headed out of the room and saw a new cast of characters meeting Matt. Wow. More of them. She supposed she should introduce herself really quick before she left, especially the cute chick with the awesome fucking hair! Sam burst into the conversation like a wrecking ball and went about giving first impressions. "[color=a0410d]Hey, guys! Welcome to Team League! My name's Samantha,[/color]" she paused, looking directly at the cute girl meaningfully, "[color=a0410d]but you can call me Sam.[/color]" She gestured proudly at some scorch marks on the floor and charred furniture. "[color=a0410d]Yeah, that's all from me by the way. As Shyvana, my powers are pretty fucking cool.[/color]" Her untamed and excited eyes barely veiled a subtle fade into the appearance of flame. Sam didn't mean to, it just had come out to emphasize the point. "[color=a0410d]Anyway, I'm sorry, but I have to go.[/color]" She directed her look over at Matt. "[color=a0410d]Hey, can you text me her number when you get it? You know, to stay, like, connected or whatever.[/color]" Sam gave a crooked smile and a wink before tromping away into the hallway to rejoin with Liam who was probably waiting.

Once the fire dragon caught up to him she said. "[color=a0410d]Hey! Liam, guess what?[/color]" She paused for dramatic effect, a wicked smile cutting across her face before she let out the tease that she had been holding in and devising this entire time. "[color=a0410d]I'm [i]totally[/i] wearing your underwear. Hope you don't mind.[/color]" She said this with an overdramatic and exaggerated lustful voice before cracking up and snickering to herself. 

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