The flirting took Sam by surprise. Here he thought she just needed someone to talk to maybe she needed more? Sam was fine with it. ”I can’t wait to see this again in like ten years when I’m old.” he said lifting the cover and grinning. He studied it and pointed to the smiley face next to the heart. ”I got a smiley face.” he then read the rest of what she wrote. ”And …. A favorite spork?” he laughed, ”The ultimate utensil! Awesome!”

”Worked for Jenny.” Sam said nodding his head referencing a classic movie that was on his older ‘must watch’ movie list glad that he had seen it because the reference worked perfectly. ”You said ‘stage’ name, who am I to question.” Sam said with a shrug into his beer.

”I mean supposedly you have a record deal so you don’t need to strip unless you want to.” he had nothing against strippers in fact he was surprised he didn’t know more of them in either decade.

”How about beautiful?” Sam said grinning finishing his bottle and grabbing another two for them. ”Then again you probably get that a lot. I might just stick with thingamajig. Though you might have to tell me how you came up with that name.” Sam said his eyes still fixed on Paige’s face not getting distracted by her legs.

She couldn't help the grin from his reaction, it almost made her as giddy as a schoolgirl. "Careful with the old jokes, Sport," she teased, "The older you is only a few years older than me, from what I remember." She was quite enjoying the teasing, and it was nice to just be able to just relax and be comfortable. "I better be the favorite spork; I can do things a normal spork can never dream of," she quipped, just leaving it at that.

"I mean, technically, though I'd say her act was a little...boring," Paige replied with a shrug of her own, then shook her head. "Actually, I don't have a record deal. I thought I'd had one but it fell through shortly after I got back to Cali. I basically got Viewtube famous, used my inheritance to produce that album and somewhat market it while my internet fame took care of the rest," she answered, her mood not shifting despite the conversation briefly becoming less upbeat. Not for long, because that wicked grin came back. "Though I guess it's nice to know I have a fallback?"

She leaned back on the chair a little bit, maybe showing off her figure a bit as she stretched before returning to her original position. "I have, but I'll let it slide because you're cute," she answered. "I had some friends in high school who called me Thingamajig. It stuck, and I still haven't really let it go," she said as she brushed a bit of blonde hair from her face.

”Sport?” Sam cracked a smile debating on calling her ‘old bean’ in response to the nickname. He had enough aliases it be could if Sport wasn’t added onto the list. It might have well been Junior. He changed to the current topic. ”what… do they dream.” he asked not sure if he wanted to know but still very intrigued.

”Viewtube?” Sam asked not sure what that was even if he hadn’t lost a decade odds are he wouldn’t have known what it was. Sam was never up current trends other than crashing the occasional Gala or concert. ”I have no idea what that is.” he said honestly. ”Music sharing site?” he asked trying to guess.

Sam took a big drink of the beer during the stretch trying not to make it see like he was checking her out during said stretch. ”I am cute.” Sam agreed with a smirk. He was used to hot or cool, cute made him seem more like a kid. If this woman was closer to his older self then she was indeed older than him now. He’d not rebuttal cute; she was older so it was okay.

”It’s… cute…” Sam raised his eyebrows and tried not to laugh, ”Why get rid of it?”

She scrunched her nose a little. "Yeah, Sport was a mistake. Not doing that again," she said with a laugh. "If you're worried about what sporks are dreaming..." she practically purred, "then you're missing the point entirely~" She winked, kind of enjoying just sort of toying with him at this point; her younger self was never this patient, but she learned there could be some fun to be had.

"Not quite. People upload videos, other people watch them; I make a little cash that way. Most of my videos are guitar tips or me performing covers that fans suggest I do," she explained. He played off checking her out, but the main reason for the stretch was to show off a little; if he didn't look then, well that was his loss.

"You are, that's why I said it. And...it is, but I'm not exactly fifteen anymore. Is 'cute' really what I wanna settle for?" she winked again, still enjoying the little waiting game. For now.

Sam raised an eyebrow when she winked at him. He raised his beer and took another swig listening to what Viewtube was. It sounded kinda cool he was now more curious about what covers she knew. He hadn’t listened to her play before but older Sam apparently enjoyed her music so either he was going to love it or hate it.

Sam grabbed two more beers then walked around to where she was sitting. He sat down opposite her then smirked, ”Why settle for anything?” the icemancer sipped his beer. ”Well if thingamajig isn’t what you want then sporky?” Sam asked grinning trying to make it sound like her calling him Sport-y.

”Then again, if cute is something you got to settle for maybe I don’t want to be cute.” he said thinking with his beer next to his chin.

Paige was beginning to wonder if her flirting was registering, if he wasn't interested, or if he was just dense. "Words I live by," she replied as she accepted her new beer and raised it before taking a swig. She let out a laugh, moving so she could lean forward, her eyes meeting his. "I think you'd better stick to Paige,"

She propped her chin on her free hand, and her elbow on her knee as she took another sip. "I don't know, cute looks pretty good on you, but I like to think I've crossed over into 'super hot,' by now, no?" She sat up, somewhat striking a playful pose that accentuated her figure. Paige was a lot more bold and outgoing than she used to be, though this Sam had no way of knowing that.

She shed the jacket, revealing a pink tee shirt that had the sleeves cut off, and showed off her still pierced naval. She draped it over the back of the chair and flashed him a grin, taking another sip of her drink.

Sam only managed a head nod agreeing with her when she posed. His ice armor starting to melt off his chest in a display of his power to show things were getting indeed getting hot. Clearly he was mistaken that she needed someone to talk to which was fine, more than fine with him.

”It is warm in here isn’t it.” Sam said grinning in response to her jacket coming off. Not sure what his older self would say in the situation and not really caring, he was here his older self wasn’t and why this Sam never made a move he wasn’t sure. Between the beers and the overt flirtations Sam raised another bottle.

”So…” Sam raised an eyebrow.

She smirked as the ice was melting, seemed like he was getting the hint. She let her eyes drink in his figure, as the armor melted away. "So it isn't just me, then," she said, leaning in with a coy smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Years ago, she'd had a crush on Sam--not this Sam, per se, but he was still Sam, technically. Back then, they'd both had girlfriends, so she didn't act or say anything. Now, feelings weren't quite her thing, but...there was still fun to be had.

"Soooo..." she raised an eyebrow in return, sliding forward in her chair and leaning even closer. "I think the forecast says it's supposed to get even hotter..." she murmured, finally having had enough of the toying as she practically grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

Things did indeed get hotter. FTB

Sitting back on the couch and reaching for his beer Sam gave a cheers. ”Sooo…. Ummm… we don’t like have to have a talk about…” Sam said gesturing between the two. He wasn’t sure what had exactly happened between the two but he felt like he needed to make it clear he wasn’t looking for anything serious.

”Not sure if I’ll be sticking around here for a long time and I don’t want anyone getting too attached you know.” Sam said talking more with his ego instead of actually thinking about what he was saying. ”But…” Sam let out a whistle and cracked his neck. ”That was some fun.”

Paige sat on the couch wearing a coy smile, raising her beer in cheers, the bottles clinking as she turned it up, brushing her hair from her face.

"Talk about what?" she asked with a sly shrug, not remotely looking for anything serious either."Attachment is how you get hurt," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

"It was. I wouldn't be against not talking about anything else," she replied, sitting back on the couch and finishing off her beer.

She got it. Good and while her comment was a little bleak he agreed. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt, he was here for a good time. Not a long one. No telling when someone attack the mansion looking for him. He wasn’t safe here and neither was anyone else as long as he remained it didn’t matter what his older self said.

”How about talking about another drink?” he asked smirking and already walking to the fridge without clothes on. He lost them recently he was pretty sure they were behind the couch. He’d check later.

”So who else would you know at the mansion?” he asked grabbing the bottles trying to make small talk.