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shutupdean and EVERYONE EVER.
Status: open like an open thing. any format welcome.
Summary: sam gets dumped back in good ol' dirty vegas after a very brief trip back home. due to the things that happened to him while he was gone, he doesn't remember being here in the first place - so he's going to start by trying to figure out as much as he can
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"Uh oh... Is that a 'Where the hell am I?' confused look? Or a 'What the hell is this?' look?" He wasn't sure which one he would have preferred himself. It could, conceivably, be both. As long as he could get some entertainment out of it he was up for either. Getting closer, he tilted his head a bit. At 6'2" it wasn't often he had to look up to meet someone's eyes, even if it was only an inch or two.
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".. little bit of both, I guess?" He scrubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand, opting for a moment to leave the phone be and worry about trying to figure out who all those people were later. "I've .. apparently been here before. But I don't remember a goddamn thing." Well, there it was. Right out in the open, thank you very much for spilling everything all at once. He sighed, shook his head with a faint laugh that could have told of the exasperation filtering through his system at his current predicament.
"If I'm supposed to know you, I'm sorry -- I don't."
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"People go and come, from what I understand." He gave a shrug. No one he 'knew' in Vegas had done that, or if they had he didn't know it. "We hadn't met before, so no point in feeling awkward. It's really our first meeting." He gave a brighter smile, none of the hesitant tilt in his face now as he held out a hand. "I'm Blaine."
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Shit. He wasn't going to think about it. One thing at a time, Sam. One thing at a time.
There was a split-second hesitation between seeing that outstretched hand and reaching to grasp it; not that he was paranoid, but he was still a little wary of trusting people outright. It had gotten him into way too much trouble before. He wasn't going to go through that again.
"Sam," he replied softly.
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The name given back was said softly and he listened for any signs of stress in the voice. Same was obviously confused, but some took surprise better than others. "Well, Sam. Welcome back to Vegas. You'll get back into the swing of things pretty easy." Well, if he didn't mind screwing men.
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If Blaine had said something about the having-sex-with-guys thing right off the bat, his reaction wouldn't have been too amusing. He was sure that most of them, upon their arrival and finding out that little fact, probably didn't know what the hell to make of that particular stipulation. To Sam? It didn't bother him. (It hadn't before, either, but that was neither here nor there.)
"Thanks," he said, letting his arm drop back to his side. He scrubbed at the back of his neck, sighed quietly. "Guess I just need to figure out where to start."
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