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| A Date; Between Bill and Sam. Dur. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 23 2005, 11:18 AM (40 Views) | |
| Minister Wighty | Mar 23 2005, 11:18 AM Post #1 |
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The scene fades in on Bill sitting on the end of a bed, he’s all dressed up, looking damn good, like Bill does. He’s currently slipping on some shoes. Sam: I want tonight to be just about us, no wrestling, no training. You know, like it used to be. BK: Sounds good to me. He has his shoes on now and stands, Sam finally comes out of the bathroom, she too is dressed up like we’ve not seen her in a while. High heels, pretty dress, hair up, they went all out…mostly because that’s what they do. Sam: You driving or am I? BK: Lets see…do we want to get there in eight seconds or merit a spot on Cops? Sam gives Bill a playful glare. Sam: I think we take up enough time on television, showing up on Cops is like over kill. BK: I don’t know, I could take my shirt off, it could be fun. Sam: When we get back you can take off your shirt, and if you ask real nice I might even break out the handcuffs for you. BK: Officer down. They share a laugh and Sam turns a little red with the thought of the handcuffs still playing in the back of her mind. Sam: So…does that mean you’re driving? BK: I’ll drive, yeah. It’s been a while since we’ve seen the Kuriyamamobile anyway. Sam: Yeah, it has been a while since I’ve rode in your car... With that the scene fades out, but do not fear I’m no where near done! After a few seconds of blackness the scene fades back in and we find Bill and Sam sitting at a table in some dark, romantic restaurant. Bill has the menu in front of him, Sam is flipping through hers trying to figure out if they have lemonade or something other than pop that wont have her drunk. BK: You ever notice, unless you go ethnic these fancy pants places always have the same menu? Sam: Yeah, they normally do have the same foods, but they always manage to hide the list of drinks somewhere new and confusing. BK: Pffft drinks, we’ll get wine, or champagne. Sam give Bill a strange look. Sam: You do remember what happens to me when I drink right? BK: Okay you know what, I’m not getting us both a bottle. Sam: It honestly doesn’t take much. At the Christmas party most of those glasses sitting in front of me belonged to Kevin, and that night I showed up at your hotel room with a healthy buzz…he had drank most of that too. BK: That’s kinda sad. Sam nods. Sam: Though I’m perfectly able to know when to stop and have some lemonade, so it’s really up to you. BK: I still say this is cause for celebration, I’m getting champagne. Sam smiles, and the waitress shows up to take their drink orders and ends up getting their food orders while she’s there. BK: Happy….*thinky face* whatever day. Sam: Ostara, and thanks! It was a good ritual, felt good to not be bleeding after one for a change. Though I thought Tier was going to kill someone if that third gas station didn’t have doughnuts. Bill chuckles. BK: Well, like I said I don’t pretend to understand it, but I’m glad you’re not slicing yourself up anymore. Sam: I honestly didn’t know that it bothered you…I mean it would make sense that you wouldn’t be happy about it but I just never realized… BK: Well back when you were doing it there for a while our relationship hadn’t reached that level where I should care and if I did care I shouldn’t say anything. Sam: Is there anything else I do that bothers you? I figure since we are on the subject I might at well ask. BK: I don’t know, sometimes you chew on my hair when you sleep. Sam: I do that!! BK: Not often, but enough that it’s noticeable. Sam shakes her head…clearly shocked to learn that she chews on Bill’s hair when she sleeps. Sam: I’m sorry…but I have no idea how to fix that…It’s like the nightmares I guess, nothing I can really do. BK: I guess I’ll get over it, or cut my hair. Sam: No, don’t cut it…It’s so soft and pretty. Bill laughs. Sam: Wake me up or something…roll me away from the hair. BK: Hotel beds aren’t the biggest beds in the world. Sam: True… The waitress shows up with the champagne and glasses, she does the proper thing with all that…’cuz I’m not exactly sure what that is I’m skipping it. We are jumping ahead a few seconds when both Bill and Sam have nearly full glasses and conversation resumes. Sam: Kevin has plane tickets for Thursday… BK: Mm Sam: Uhh…should I bother getting a room of my own after he’s gone? BK: I don’t see why. Sam: Neither did I, but I wanted to check it out with you just in case. It’s kinda like living together. Bill takes a drink and lets it settle. BK: Ah, I didn’t think of it like that. Sam nods and takes a drink as well. Sam: Is that a problem? I can get another room, I wont be in it much but…you know…I could get it. BK: Ahh, no, no, no it’s cool, I just didn’t think of it like that. I guess it’s a pretty important step. Though, I guarantee you most couples don’t move in because the gay man left. Sam laughs. Sam: Yeah, you’re right about that. I’m kinda glad that he’s leaving though, I was starting to feel really guilty about not spending much time with him, and his constant questions about you were starting to get annoying. Bill hesitates. Sam: It’s okay, I know you don’t like him…as long as you don’t go calling him a fag every other word I’m not going to get mad about some criticism. BK: Yeah, I know. I’m glad you don’t have a problem with it, I just, it’s hard to say something nice. Sam smiles at him and nods. Sam: We can go by the saying that if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all. Of course that’s also known as changing the subject, and I’m fine with that, I just had to be sure you were cool with the sorta living together thing. BK: Yeah it’s great, not really much of a change but it’s great. Sam: I’m glad. Their waitress shows up with their food, she sets the plates down and makes sure everything is okay then walks off again. She does a good job really. Bill and Sam start to eat and the silence that comes with the food settles. After they get about half way through their food and feeling more like talking…well…talking resumes. BK: So I was thinkin’…that…this is good food. Sam raises one of her eyebrows, giving Bill a questioning look. Sam: Yes, the food is good. But what were you going to say before you stopped yourself? BK: Eh, something wrestling…Something I can’t get off my mind. Sam: I figured that’s what it was, then you remembered me saying that we were not supposed to talk about wrestling. I just didn’t want the night to be mostly about wrestling. BK: Well, yeah, I can understand why. What with me being a little miffed and all… It’s sarcastic, Bill is well beyond miffed he’s more near flaming. BK: But yeah, it’s nothing big. Don’t worry about it. Sam: Well now you have my curiosity up. BK: So I was thinking, I should get some superhero tights and a cape I could be Kuriyama Man. I still cant get into my promos. Sam: Seriously? The tights might be interesting but the cape is pushing it a bit. *sighs* I know what you mean about the promos though, I’m having problems too. Bill shrugs. BK: I wasn’t really serious, I do need somethin’ though, it’s easy enough when, you know, pissed like right now. Bill takes a deep breath, calming himself down. BK: But, you know if it’s just another match, just another week, nothing behind it. That’s exactly what I go, nothin’. I’m happy though, I mean, it’s good to live life as Bill Kuriyama and not as the Rock…well, the Rock’s evil twin brother. Sam smiles. Sam: I actually kinda liked the Rocks evil twin bother but…I also like who you are now. I’m glad that you’re happy, I wish I could help you out with the promo thing…but since I don’t have the voodoo anymore I’ve been pressed to come up with something myself. Bill sighs. Sam reaches over the table, takes Bill’s fork and lays it across his plate, she then takes his hand and laces her fingers through his and smiles at him. Sam: I’m sure you’ll come up with something, you’re great wrestler and you’re getting better by the day. The promo thing will work out, I just think it’s going to be one of those unplanned things. Like we were unplanned, it’ll be great when it happens but you may be in a limbo of sorts until it happens. It sucks, yes, but I have confidence in you. BK: Wow, that was all…wise and stuff. Sam shrugs. Sam: I think Tier is wearing off on me. BK: There’s a scary thought. Sam gives Bill’s hand a light squeeze and lets go, moving back to her food. Sam: Is it? BK: Yeah, you taken after Tier. I mean, he’s a cool guy and all but I don’t know and if in the middle of the bedroom watusi you start, you know, talkin’ like him. Sam laughs. Sam: I don’t think that’s going to happen. The parts of me that are taking after him are the ones I see, as long as I’m not exposed to him doing the bedroom watusi I don’t think you have to worry about it. Bill nods. The waitress comes again and takes away their empty plates and asks about dessert, she lists off what they have, but nothing seems to appeal to either Sam or Bill so she leaves again. Sam: What’s your middle name? BK: Wha? Sam: I noticed that the waitress’s name is my middle name and realized that I don’t know what yours is. BK: It’s Quentin. Sam smiles. Sam: William Quentin Kuriyama…sounds good together. BK: I’ll send Mom your compliments. Sam: So she chose it then? Any specific reason? BK: I don’t remember honestly, not something we talked about a lot. Sam: You should ask her. My middle name was my Great Aunt’s name. BK: I’ll be sure to do so next time I call. Sam nods and empties her glass, she’s been good and is proud that she doesn’t even have the slightest buzz. Sam: So what’s next? Back to the hotel or more adventures? BK: Why don’t we go catch a movie? Sam: Sounds good to me. Bill nods and lays the tip down on the table, they get up make their way to the door. The cameraman follows them into the parking lot, which is long enough to see Sam nearly fall. She would have went down if she’d not grabbed Bill’s arm. He says something to her but the camera is too far back to hear it, she smiles up at him and the scene fades as they slide into Bill’s car. |
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