[ the only thing of her own sam is wearing is her jacket, which fortunately has a crumpled packet of cigarettes inside. she's managed to find a lighter within one of the baskets of all places (weird, but if they're handing coke baggies out like candy on halloween maybe not the weirdest) and is smoking while seated at the edge of a blanket, looking equally grimly determined and tired.
a man takes a seat beside her (well, more like collapses beside her) and sam jolts a little before breathing out the nicotine she'd been inhaling before he sat down. he mentions that beggars can't be choosers and she huffs her agreement, though maybe not for the same reason. ]
You'd think a place this big would be able to scrounge up some fucking Advil.
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a man takes a seat beside her (well, more like collapses beside her) and sam jolts a little before breathing out the nicotine she'd been inhaling before he sat down. he mentions that beggars can't be choosers and she huffs her agreement, though maybe not for the same reason. ]
You'd think a place this big would be able to scrounge up some fucking Advil.