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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[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.