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Sam leans back as he watches her apply her makeup and hair spray and he wonders who’s had the pleasure of watching this woman work her magic on herself. He figures not that many but watching her work her magic something comes to mind.

“You don’t seem like a Clementine to me. That seems, like a name best left for southern belles from Georgia, Mississippi and Alabama.”

He has to laugh at the look she gives him. It really said every ting she was thinking without words.

“Don’t be like that Doll, it’s more like you should be an Elsa or something I think it goes back to that stupid song.”

To prove he means no hard feelings he opens his arms to her and grins when he soon has armful of his Babydoll.

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[OOC: I love this so much I almost don't want to add anything but...]

"My mom was a stewardess - she thought it sounded continental." Yeah, big shrug and eyeroll for that one. "I look more like a Rita."

[ooc: Awe thank you. It just came to me. I am glad you like it.]

Sam snorts."I don't think you are a Rita either. You are something exotic. Slightly Erotic, and take my breath away. The trouble is finding a name that is all that without sounding stripper."

He thinks about it slowly.

"I would say you're Ariella. Shortened to the simple yet sexy Ari."

She gives him a look much like the one she gave him at his declaration - this one.

"Coming to the stage Ari...give it up for Ari..." Her strip club announcer voice is impeccable because she's spent too much time in them. "And you look like a Jack." She pecks his nose. "Beggars can't be choosers."

Sam then looks at her and then raises an eyebrow. As he kisses her forehead.

"Okay, see how that works and I think we're just who we are. I don't think a name really defines you."

Then why did he argue with Jesse?

Well, he's very nice to hold on to. "I was into you when I thought you were somebody else," she points out. And she'd say it's because he likes to be right, but she finds that part of him endearing.

"Yeah,that is true. I guess it doesn't matter."

Kiss on top of her head. Really Chuck was Sam this time.

You'll always be her favorite puzzle box, Sam.

"It's just you. I don't know why."

"I think it's a matter of sometimes you just know. It happens how it happens. And you have to just roll with it."

She nods. It's a surprisingly contemplative gesture. "I like rolling with you."

Sam smiles then hugs her to him and nods. "I like letting it roll with you we should go to Monte Carlo sometimes."

Her eyes sparkle at the idea. "I'm a very good gambler." She's actually a terrible gambler.

Sam looks at her with an eyebrow up. If she lives in Reno and is a good gambler she should have more money. "Really now?"

He doesn't quite know how much money she has at the moment, so she'll just keep lying and holding on to him. "I know how to count cards." She doesn't. And she actually lives in a trailer park because she can't.

Sam kisses her and hugs her to him as he rubs her back slowly.

"That is impressive. So you like blackjack played with a deck not a shoe."

"I like it played." She knows how to almost get around this one. And she's leaning into that touch, Sammy.

Sam smiles and then kisses her softly as he pulls her to him more. "I"m impressed non the less."

"I do know how to impress." She smirks.

And her hand slips down his chest.

Sam smiles and kisses her forehead as not to ruin her make up he watched her painstakingly put on.

"That you do Doll, that you do."

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