[hr][hr] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/557c3248-b00e-4d67-aa51-40c23e29b0db.jpg[/img] [hr] [Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer [color=a6fef2]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] Sam smiled slightly, trying not to laugh as he had heard the man two seats down from him mentioning something about the [i]nuts in his mouth[/i]. Was it childish? Sure. But that didn't stop him from having to hold back a giggle or two. The salad still sat before him, as Sam decided began to cut into it with his fork and knife. Attempting to get each and every piece on the plate in order to create that “perfect bite” chefs always talked about on TV. He never understood it though, if you wanted every piece in every bite then why not put enough to coat the whole thing? Regardless of his misgivings however, the salad was in fact…delicious. His knife stopped cold on his plate, no screeching sound or clattering, just hands frozen in movement as the man who had previously been speaking about nuts, stood up and made his way over to the grotesque man that insulted Ivanna earlier. The display was both alarming, and attractive to a certain degree. Watching as he pulled a chair right from under the man and punched him straight in the face. A crack resounding in the silence of the dining hall as a screeching knife followed. Sam's gaze followed behind Miguel, seeing where he'd move to next before he settled back down into his seat next to Ralph. He was debating on mouthing something to Ralph, a commentary on what had just transpired, but a part of him worried the other man might see him do so. Before he could even begin to say anything, the woman to his right (who's nameplate said Millicent) began speaking across him and Ralph to who Sam now heard was [i]The[/i] Miguel De La Muerte. He'd seen so many comments online about how they should collab, how funny the videos would be, and how much everyone would watch it. But Miguel had a partner, as had Sam. And they couldn't invite one without the other, but having two separate groups of ghost hunters collab felt…like a lot. So it never gained any real traction. More and more recently however, Sam had considered extending the invitation, especially after some of the rumors he had heard around the online forums. But he hadn't known how to take them, especially given how many rumors flew around about himself. He mulled the idea over as he ate, trying to keep idle chatter up with Ralph as he did so. Miguel seemed…well he was performing atrocities to his salad over Ralph's shoulders, and he just punched a man at dinner so…Eccentric seemed to fit the bill. But hearing him proclaim himself as the ‘Greatest Ghost Hunter’ didn't instill any confidence within Sam. That meant either he hadn't even heard of Sam or he didn't care about him. Sam mentally beat himself up over the thought, he was stupid to even think…[i]sigh[/i] Corey would've helped him through this. He always did. Somehow. He felt a tightness in his chest at the memories, too many emotions threatening to peek through. Lost between his own mind and wishing to speak to Ralph, Sam startled as Millicent spoke now to him. A flurry of embarrassments and scolding it felt like, as she practically berated him for the state of their shared bathroom. Something he'd need to keep an eye on if he didn't want his items to disappear like a magic trick. Ralph's words reminded Sam of something Miguel had said in passing to the man he'd punched. [i]“Soy Bi no Fresa, come mierda”[/i]. He replayed the words in his head, trying to put his limited knowledge of Spanish to use. [Color=a6fef2][i]”Im a bee not a strawberry, you shit eater?”[/i][/color] That was his comment about the nuts earlier made Sam think one of two things. Either he was saying he's a pollinator (or breeder so straight) and not a fruit. Or…Sam's Spanish was so horribly rusty that he couldn't gather what it meant. A part of him wanted to ask Ralph what it meant as it appeared he understood. Either way, Sam spied the man on the other side of Ralph. Deciding to get up to congratulate the man a bit more discreetly. He stood up from his chair, making his way over to Miguel as he now stood to Miguel's right. Sam began to fix the collar as he spoke softly so only Miguel could hear him. [Color=a6fef2]”Your collar came undone in the scuffle. Nice shot by the way, but I figured it wouldn't do to have the collar flipped at dinner with these people.”[/color] He whispered as he lay the collar flat against his shirt. Miguel turned his head towards Sam, his eyes wide and his face a bit flushed, clearly somewhat flustered. He didn’t say anything for a moment, watching the soft fingers adjust his shirt’s collar. [color=#97e300]”Thanks,”[/color] he said quietly, swallowing slightly as his gaze traveled ever so slightly downwards, settling on the other man’s crotch. [color=#97e300]”These people are kinda batshit,”[/color] he added, perhaps a bit too loudly. [Color=a6fef2][i]”I think it comes with the money to be honest. That or…well this used to be a monastery so you know…”[/i][/color] Sam said as he continued in his hushed tone before speaking at normal volume when he began again. Noticing that Miguel's vision had begun to drift away from his eyes and towards…another location. He cleared his throat, trying to push away the thoughts of him, Ralph, and now Miguel, that were beginning to bubble up to the surface. [Color=a6fef2]”That's a nice shirt you have there. Is it Linen? It's uh…soft. Nice. Very fancy feeling.”[/color] Sam said awkwardly as he tried to steer the conversation away. What was he thinking? Miguel was clearly straight…shit. [color=#97e300]”Oh, I know,”[/color] Miguel agreed knowingly, again failing to modulate his volume. At the question about his shirt, he tilted his head for a moment, as if trying to recall - before he shrugged, scooted his chair backwards a bit, and then pulled the shirt off and over his head, handing it over to Sam. [color=#97e300]”I’m not sure, tbh - my, uh, my ex got it for me. You’re welcome to check the tag, though.”[/color] Sam's eyes went wide for a moment, wondering just what this straight man was thinking. Clearly he didn't know, and it'd be rude to stare. Especially with the growing issue Sam was now having. The shirt still held in hands as the fabric ran through his fingers. [Color=a6fef2]”Yup, linen, wow.”[/color] He said as he quickly handed the shirt back, placing it in his lap and patting it once before his eyes went wide once more and he hurried over to his seat. Placing the napkin atop his lap and taking a massive gulp of his wine as half the glass instantly vanished before turning to speak to Ralph as he vigorously cut his salad. [Color=a6fef2]”Salad's delicious huh? Pairs great with the figs and wine. I think its…white? Yeah.”[/color] Ralph had watched the exchange between Sam and Miguel. The two were amusing. Awkward. Fish out of water. He felt it too. Felt like this place was too big. [color=dae8c1]“Yeah, I'm looking forward to the steak though.” [/color]Ralph said. His salad picked at, mostly cut up and semi eaten. Sam finished off his salad, as if on cue from Ralph, the entree was brought out. Another glass filled this time with red wine as his steak was placed before him. The thick peppercorn sauce caught Sam by surprise. He expected something lighter from the French, a chimichurri maybe? Something more herbal perhaps. But he wasn't about to complain. [Color=a6fef2]”Same. I could use a bit of meat right about now.”[/color] He joked, ignoring the fighting going on over some sort of sauce. He was plenty happy with how it was prepared already, decidedly finishing off the glass of white wine before taking a sip of the red and cutting into his steak. He hadn't had anything of substance since he'd left home. The wine practically went straight to him. [Color=a6fef2]”What did you say to Miguel? Or is that…secret? My Spanish is rusty so I didn't catch any of it sadly.”[/color] Ralph snorted a laugh at Sam's joke.[color=dae8c1] “Well he spoke Spanish. I spoke Portuguese. I'll tell you what it means later.”[/color] He felt more comfortable around most of the people here after the Lawrence debacle. But he also didn't know if it'd cause things to get worse again. He sighed relieved at the arrival of food. He did look over at Miguel and his predicament. [Color=a6fef2]”If you say so. Maybe later when I show you some of my equipment in my room.”[/color] Sam offered with a bit of a chuckle before he continued to eat his food.