Room 501, Tuesday Afternoon

[carsexual]

Sam and his good hand were having an excellent time getting acquainted with his new Wii. "Whaddaya think, Mojo?" he asked his Chihuahua. "Maybe I should get hurt more often if it's going to net me cool loot like this." Mojo just blinked at him. "Yeah, maybe not," he agreed.

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[lots-of-olives.livejournal.com]

"Yes," she said slowly. "Mr. Durden mentioned something about there being a mention on your radio there, as well. They were photographed kissing on Saturday night, and the paparazzi have, naturally, been rather focused since. Are you used to dealing with the media, Mr. Witwicky?"

[carsexual]

"...kissing," Sam said, and, "Uh, more with stonewalling the media, really."

[lots-of-olives.livejournal.com]

She grinned. "Excellent. I hope those skills are sharp, then, if you encounter any paparazzi. I'm not sure how much you know of Mr. Stark's former reputation, but this is a rather unexpected development, and things might be a little bit...hectic for awhile."

[carsexual]

"It's gotta be a step up from marrying Lindsay Lohan in Vegas, though, right?" Sam joked.

[lots-of-olives.livejournal.com]

The line was quiet for a moment, and then she slowly said, "...don't give him ideas."

[carsexual]

"You said it first," Sam defended himself. "And I would like to point out that he has not, so I am clearly doing my job."

[lots-of-olives.livejournal.com]

"Just continue as you have," she said warmly. "It's not a matter of keeping him out of trouble; that's impossible. You just have to clean up the messes."

[carsexual]

"Easy for you to say," Sam grumbled. She was, like, out of high school.

[lots-of-olives.livejournal.com]

"If you ever have any trouble with him," she said, not without sympathy, "you can feel free to call or email me."

[carsexual]

"Got you on speed-dial," Sam told her.