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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.

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.

She noted that he didn't say much to her words of encouragement, so made a note to keep the focus on him and not his older self. They were technically two different people, after all? Besides, she liked this one too. He was nice enough, and just as easy on the eyes...She smirked again.

"I wouldn't say my ship has sunk, it's just...found a different destination," she said after thinking on it for a bit. "Like, I feel like there might be more...useful applications for what I can do. I think I do more good with a guitar in my hands. Unless you think I'd make a fitting weapon for someone on the team? In which case I'll need a suit that can shift with me," she said, mostly teasing, though the idea of someone carrying her as a baseball bat in an X-men uniform was rather amusing.

"Yeah...You're winning right now though because you actually share your beer," she said with a sly grin as she raised her bottle and took a healthy gulp. She gave him a quizitive glance with the bottle to her lips as he swore and walked toward the jukebox.

Her smile grew when he produced her album. Sam had actually bought her album, and put it in his jukebox. That was...that really lifted her spirits, actually. "A dozen? That...wow. It's nice knowing I have fans around here; at least one, anyway. I wouldn't put it past the old Sam to have bought fifty albums and just put them where they'd be found and listened to." She laughed again as she took another sip of her beer, looking him over.

"I mean...you're still you, right? Only...ten years younger or something..." She said with a shrug; that was hard to wrap her head around and Paige was glad that wasn't directly her problem to deal with. Though she hoped those affected worked it out, de-aging was something she wasn't equipped to deal with.

"Well, that's good to know at least. I got through a few breakdowns there. And I never properly thanked you," she said sadly. "And even though you probably don't remember it right now...I want to apologize for leaving the way I did. Don't know how that had to have made you feel but...I had a lot going on and just needed to go find myself," she said, discretely wiping a stray tear as they walked.

At mention of the guitar, she looked down at the guitar pick she wore on a necklace, and flipped it over to where a small shard of purple-painted wood was super-glued to the back. "The one that got destroyed was a purple acoustic. My first one. I'd lived in my own apartment at the time, but was about to be evicted because I couldn't make rent. I decided to blast my guitar and somehow led to a fight with one of the neighbors. Blew up the acoustic. I since bought an identical one, but...I'm not as bitter about it anymore; this is just a reminder of where I'd come from." She smiled over at the kid. Maybe he wasn't the Sam she remembered, but...he was still Sam.

"Also....it's not the one I have with me, but...I still regularly play that guitar you gave me. It's a black electric, and it's still one of my favorites."

Okay so the brother thing wasn't necessarily the explanation she was looking for, but hell, it had been worth a try at least. Though as she learned a long time ago, the simple explanation was rarely ever the right one.

"Well, I did know an older Sam with an eyepatch, so I'm going to venture a yes," she said with a nod, not really questioning it. Hey, she could transform into inanimate objects, the most common of them being a spork, so anything was possible, she supposed. I'm

"Charming, but cliche. In your case I'm willing to let it slide," she teased lightly, a small playful smile teasing her lips as she straightened up. The Sam she'd known could do stuff with ice too, so his story, as brief and insane as it sounded, was starting to ring true. She'd figured it best not to question, and just go with the flow.

"I went by Paige when I was here, but Alex is more or less my stage name," she mused. "I'm not really a professional type....and I'm not working, so you can call me Paige." She offered her arm to him, shifting the guitar on her back a little bit. "Lead the way, Sam," she practically purred.

The bar wasn't particularly busy tonight, but a gig was a gig and the rent was coming up due. Paige's Viewtube videos didn't cover expenses, and after that one incident when she was nineteen, she swore she was never working in a coffee shop again. She wasn't the only act tonight, though; the place had apparently booked multiple musicians at the same time, so she ended up with the first act for a couple of hours.

She sat on stage, her purple guitar plugged into the bar's less-than amazing sound system as she looked out over the crowd. She had started off just playing cover songs, things people would recognize as time went on. Rather slowly, if Paige had anything to say on the matter. For the most part no one was really paying attention, and not many recognized her, but she still played her heart out.

She reached her final song, deciding to end on a more touching note.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't want to fall in love..."

She ended the song rather emotionally, resisting the urge to tear up a little as she packed up her guitar, stored them in the back, and then made her way to the bar to spend a good chunk of her earnings for the night--she felt she earned that after all. She was wearing a low-cut hot pink top, tight black jeans, and hot pink flats, a jacket draped over her shoulder.

She slid into the barstool, waving down the bartender. "Daiquiri, keep em coming if you don't mind," she said with a polite nod to the young man, who obliged. Sipping her first drink, green eyes scanned the bar, looking around for a moment before turning back to her drink and taking a rather healthy swig.