Tarot Readings (Closed to Sam)

[st_unaligned]

Bo knew that River could be in their room, but after grabbing a bottle of booze from the bar, Bo ended up finding her way to Sam's door. Maybe he wasn't even here. Then what? She brought up her hand to knock, then paused, then knocked on the door anyways.

As she waited to see if there was an answer, she tried not to dwell on Emma's words, but really - was she just doomed never to have a good relationship? Maybe she was cursed - that was it. Trick would know who did it to her, but he wasn't at the inn to help her.

She twisted the cap off the vodka and took a swig.

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[st_andingtall]

Under different circumstances, Sam probably would've told her not to put herself down. For a confident, beautiful woman, she was surprisingly self-deprecating. But this wasn't one of those times.

"Always."

He shifted to put his back against the arm of the couch, and then pulled her back up against his chest. "Who wants to know the future anyway? That takes all the fun out of it." Or turned life into a nightmare of trying and failing to keep bad things from happening.

[st_unaligned]

"I don't know... I wouldn't mind knowing what number to play on tomorrow's lottery." She smiled a little as he settled in against his chest. "Or who wins the superbowl."

[st_andingtall]

"It's never that simple." Sam nuzzled against her neck and settled his hands peacefully and peaceably, one around her middle and the other loose to occasionally gesture while he told her the story of the rabbit's foot and their rivalry with Bela.

[st_unaligned]

Bo listened and tried not to smile, but some of it was kind of adorably funny. When Sam finished, she couldn't help asking, "Did you ever find your shoe?"

[st_andingtall]

Sam scowled playfully at her smiling, leaned his head around hers and kissed her. "Wouldn't you like to know."