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one_more_cherry's birthday and she asked me to post it here so I'm obeying her orders.
Title: Waiting on a Friend (1/1)
Fandom: Burn Notice plus 3 ;)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam genfic; mention of two couples not in Burn Notice Canon
Disclaimer: I don't own it and don't make money from it. It's just a bit of fun. Lighten up.
Notes: Written forone_more_cherry's birthday.
Warnings: Oh yeah, I took me some liberties here.
Sam looked at his watch and sipped his mojito. He sat at one of the tables, sweating in the sun along with his drink. Michael asked Sam to meet him at Carlito's, sounded pretty urgent about it, but instead left him waiting. Probably got hung up with Fiona.
Sam rolled his eyes at the thought. He checked his watch and sipped his mojito.
Carlito's was pretty busy. Sam watched the people at their tables. A former SEAL, he was trained to be vigilant and he was being vigilant now, looking for someone potentially dangerous, but finding mostly vactioners and locals.
Two tables to his right sat a couple, maybe his age, maybe a little older, he couldn't quite tell because they were snuggled together like a couple of young kids enjoying a first love, immune to the Miami heat. The way they were cuddled up made Sam sweat even more, not because of some kind of sexual overtones going on between the couple, but because of the closeness. The body heat would have been unbearable if they weren't in love.
The woman was a faded blonde that had probably never been classically beautiful, but had her own pretty charm about her face. There was something blue collar about her demeanor, like she'd worked most of her life. The man she was with, her husband, Sam hoped since the man was wearing a wedding ring, was probably never classically handsome either, though he wasn't a bad looking guy. He looked like he'd once been skinny, but age had given him a little weight that he carried well.
Sam heard the man say her name -Laverne- and winced at the nasal pitch of his voice, but Laverne looked at him like it was the sweetest sound in the world. In that moment, Sam thought Laverne looked very pretty.
A ruckus a few tables over caught his attention and Sam shifted his focus to four old women sitting around a table and laughing like four gossiping twenty-somethings that had known each other since kindergarten. But Sam didn't think kindergarten had been invented back then, especially for the oldest of them, a small, gray-haired little thing. The layers they wore made Sam hotter. He longed for a breeze.
He sipped his mojito and looked at his watch. He scanned the street for Michael's car, the sidewalks for Michael himself.
I'm not waiting on a lady, he sang in his mind. I'm just waiting on a friend...
Sam's gaze fell back to the table with the four women. The most stylish of the four caught his eye and gave him a smile and a wink. Sam indulged her with a smile of his own and the oldest, smallest of the group said something that had the sweet faced blonde choking on her drink and made the tallest, the most severe looking of the group, admonish the old woman with a loud “MA!”.
The stylish one's smile faltered for just a split second, but she gave Sam another wink before she turned away.
Sam laughed a little and went back to his drink, back to his waiting.
I'm just waiting on a friend...
A young couple sat down at the table next to his. The girl was pretty, beautiful really, but seemed somehow out of place. Her wide eyed wonder as she looked around seemed too innocent and naïve, even for a tourist. The guy with her looked more seasoned. He reminded Sam of a younger version of himself, except for the scars on his face. This kid had seen some serious action somewhere. It didn't escape Sam's attention that the kid kept his right hand hidden. He must have been in some kind of war or something.
The guy, who looked relaxed but not really as he scoped out Carlito's, noticed Sam looking and gave him a nod. Sam nodded back and went back to his drink.
Back to his waiting.
...waiting on a friend...
His mojito was nearly gone.
Laverne and her husband left ten minutes ago.
The four old women got up from their table and Sam was pretty sure the stylish one wrote down her phone number on a napkin while her friends gathered their purses.
The young guy ordered for his girlfriend, who seemed fascinated by the traffic, like she'd never seen so many cars. Like she's not familiar with a car period.
The four old women walked by his table as they left, and as Sam had expected, the stylish one dropped the napkin on his table, her phone number scrawled on it in blue ink. He picked up it up and looked over his shoulder to see her looking over her shoulder at him. She gave him an inviting smile before hurrying to catch up with her friends.
Sam looked at the napkin for a minute, weighing his options, before tucking it into the pocket of his shirt.
With a last large swallow, Sam finished his mojito.
Michael slid into the seat across from him as Sam put down his glass.
“Hey, Sam.”
“Hey, Mikey.” Sam looked around, noting the absence of Fiona, but not mentioning it. He leaned forward. “So, what's going on?”
one_more_cherry's birthday and she asked me to post it here so I'm obeying her orders.Title: Waiting on a Friend (1/1)
Fandom: Burn Notice plus 3 ;)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam genfic; mention of two couples not in Burn Notice Canon
Disclaimer: I don't own it and don't make money from it. It's just a bit of fun. Lighten up.
Notes: Written for
one_more_cherry's birthday.Warnings: Oh yeah, I took me some liberties here.
Sam looked at his watch and sipped his mojito. He sat at one of the tables, sweating in the sun along with his drink. Michael asked Sam to meet him at Carlito's, sounded pretty urgent about it, but instead left him waiting. Probably got hung up with Fiona.
Sam rolled his eyes at the thought. He checked his watch and sipped his mojito.
Carlito's was pretty busy. Sam watched the people at their tables. A former SEAL, he was trained to be vigilant and he was being vigilant now, looking for someone potentially dangerous, but finding mostly vactioners and locals.
Two tables to his right sat a couple, maybe his age, maybe a little older, he couldn't quite tell because they were snuggled together like a couple of young kids enjoying a first love, immune to the Miami heat. The way they were cuddled up made Sam sweat even more, not because of some kind of sexual overtones going on between the couple, but because of the closeness. The body heat would have been unbearable if they weren't in love.
The woman was a faded blonde that had probably never been classically beautiful, but had her own pretty charm about her face. There was something blue collar about her demeanor, like she'd worked most of her life. The man she was with, her husband, Sam hoped since the man was wearing a wedding ring, was probably never classically handsome either, though he wasn't a bad looking guy. He looked like he'd once been skinny, but age had given him a little weight that he carried well.
Sam heard the man say her name -Laverne- and winced at the nasal pitch of his voice, but Laverne looked at him like it was the sweetest sound in the world. In that moment, Sam thought Laverne looked very pretty.
A ruckus a few tables over caught his attention and Sam shifted his focus to four old women sitting around a table and laughing like four gossiping twenty-somethings that had known each other since kindergarten. But Sam didn't think kindergarten had been invented back then, especially for the oldest of them, a small, gray-haired little thing. The layers they wore made Sam hotter. He longed for a breeze.
He sipped his mojito and looked at his watch. He scanned the street for Michael's car, the sidewalks for Michael himself.
I'm not waiting on a lady, he sang in his mind. I'm just waiting on a friend...
Sam's gaze fell back to the table with the four women. The most stylish of the four caught his eye and gave him a smile and a wink. Sam indulged her with a smile of his own and the oldest, smallest of the group said something that had the sweet faced blonde choking on her drink and made the tallest, the most severe looking of the group, admonish the old woman with a loud “MA!”.
The stylish one's smile faltered for just a split second, but she gave Sam another wink before she turned away.
Sam laughed a little and went back to his drink, back to his waiting.
I'm just waiting on a friend...
A young couple sat down at the table next to his. The girl was pretty, beautiful really, but seemed somehow out of place. Her wide eyed wonder as she looked around seemed too innocent and naïve, even for a tourist. The guy with her looked more seasoned. He reminded Sam of a younger version of himself, except for the scars on his face. This kid had seen some serious action somewhere. It didn't escape Sam's attention that the kid kept his right hand hidden. He must have been in some kind of war or something.
The guy, who looked relaxed but not really as he scoped out Carlito's, noticed Sam looking and gave him a nod. Sam nodded back and went back to his drink.
Back to his waiting.
...waiting on a friend...
His mojito was nearly gone.
Laverne and her husband left ten minutes ago.
The four old women got up from their table and Sam was pretty sure the stylish one wrote down her phone number on a napkin while her friends gathered their purses.
The young guy ordered for his girlfriend, who seemed fascinated by the traffic, like she'd never seen so many cars. Like she's not familiar with a car period.
The four old women walked by his table as they left, and as Sam had expected, the stylish one dropped the napkin on his table, her phone number scrawled on it in blue ink. He picked up it up and looked over his shoulder to see her looking over her shoulder at him. She gave him an inviting smile before hurrying to catch up with her friends.
Sam looked at the napkin for a minute, weighing his options, before tucking it into the pocket of his shirt.
With a last large swallow, Sam finished his mojito.
Michael slid into the seat across from him as Sam put down his glass.
“Hey, Sam.”
“Hey, Mikey.” Sam looked around, noting the absence of Fiona, but not mentioning it. He leaned forward. “So, what's going on?”
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Date: 2010-02-25 03:32 am (UTC)SO perfect and so FOR me <3 . Reccing in journal in a bit!
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