ooc: rock over london, rock over chicago - taco johns, thats a whole lot of messican! ........that means goodnight in canadian.

Sam follows her into the apartment. "Wow...nice place," he says.

ooc: good job c:

Sam wakes up grogilly, looking around him. There's a moment of panic where he doesn't know where he is, but it comes flooding back to him. He gets out of bed and pulls on some pants. "Good morning detroir," he says, looking out the window. He heads out of the bedroom. "Nichole - your man requires sustenance!" he declares.

Sam looks down at the plate of food and mockingly wipes a tear from his eye. "You cook just like my mom." He sits down and begins to tear at his food ravenously. "So..." he says in between bites of food, "how are you this fine morning milady?"

Sam takes another bite of food, thinking. "Hmmm...hard decision. I hear Detroit has some great.....actually, I haven't heard many good things about Detroit, but I'm sure there's a lot of interesting stuff to do." He laughs. "This is really good, Nichole. It's been a long time since I've had a meal this good.

"A cemetary?" Sam says excitedly. "That's totally metal. It's a date......I've never been on a date to a cemetary. I think that means you're the coolest girlfriend I've ever had."

Sam laughs and stands up, putting his plate in the sink. "Hey, my shirt's in there! Bring it out when you're done...woman-ing up." he calls into the other room.

Sam nods, pulling his shirt over his head. He looks at Nichole and growls sexily...at least he hopes it sounds sexy. "Damn. How did I get so lucky?" he says, leaning in and kissing her.

Sam laughs, "Ghosts? Brutal!" and follows her out the door.

Sam looks uneasily at the gate, which is extremely ornamental and pointy at the top. "Probably...I might lose a testicle though." He looks over at Nichole and grins. "Can you jump over it without my help, shorty?"

Sam shrugs and jumps, grabbing the top of the gate. He momentarily swings, but after a bit of effort he awkwardly gets his leg over the fence. "Ouch! Shit! This gate is digging into my ass!" he grunts as he struggles to get his other leg over. His pants get stuck on the top and he falls over, losing his pants in the process. "Shit!" he cries as he falls on the other side of the gate with a thum. Embarassed he grabs his pants and tugs hard, ripping the leg from cuff to shin. "Well shit..." he says, holding his now ruined pants.