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Nodding his head into the OJ he smirked, ”All good.” it wasn’t anyone elses fault his older self was a drunk so he didn’t need an apology from them. He shrugged slightly as he nodded his head to the company. He then frowned at the mention of a mirror hopper and how he used to be a team leader. ”Strapping?” Sam smirked as he bit into his sandwich again feigning more modesty.

”Mind readers.” Sam said as he shook his head, ”Bane of my existence, bet that was a nightmare.” he said knowing older Sam’s and his complicated history with Amanda. He frowned, ”So how long have you and Gawain been a thing?” Sam asked curious now about his relationship to everyone.

”Oh lucky me!” Sam said sarcastically as his eyebrows raised watching her walk away before throwing his hands behind his head and following. He did want to know more about her so guess that meant dealing with a lot of attitude, which Sam found both interesting and annoying.

After he entered the kitchen he gestured for her to take a seat. Sam walked over to the cupboards and started to prepare the coffee dishing out way more into the filter than one would expect to. The coffee here was good and if you were like him only needed one cup meaning said cup would be strong as hell.

”So any freebies while we wait or should I fill the gap with personal questions?” Sam smirked as he removed some mugs from the cupboard. One of the mugs said princess, Sam smirked as he set it front of her and gestured a mock bow setting his ‘the boss’ across from her. ”So do you prefer to go by princess or Amethyst… you only get one.” Sam added as the coffee started to fill the pot.

Sam raised an eyebrow as the woman was literally dancing on the bullman’s back, was it a two-step or a jig? He smirked and willed the air to get colder as he started to focus on his armor. The icemancer managed to bulk up just as the woman was grabbed around the ankle.

The ice-mancer was on his feet already moving towards the pair, his ice armors hand reached around the wrist that was holding his dancing partner. ”No, touching the dancers.” Sam said as the woman was released. Instead of falling towards the ground she fell towards the wall as if gravity was different for her. No longer worried about his angel he used the ice armors large fist and punched the bull-man in the ribs. ”You alright?” Sam called out to the girl. She might have just saved him from getting his face crushed in but he knew he would have been fine.

The Minotaur shrugged off his punch and then returned two in quick secession causing his armor around his ribs to crack. The second punch managed to graze his actual ribs. ”So strong.” Sam gasped as he staggered back his back to a wall.

The icemancer order the pasta and lamb dish, simple probably messy he just wanted to make sure he didn’t get any on his white shirt. That was one of the reasons he brought his jacket though. Sam handed off the menu and reached for his whiskey and raised a glass, ”To the fakes always making it easier to walk away, and to the realist. Without you I’d think this outfit would be good for any future dates. Blind or not.” he smirked and took a small swig of the whiskey before setting it down.

”Crazy, usually I want to be covered in mud I just go outside.” he let out a small chuckle, ”Between jobs, you could say. Not exactly sure what I want to do next, back to teaching or I was always partial to flying.” Sam slipped in his love for flying. It was also something he knew was more conversation filler.

According to the rest of the mansion staff he still had his job and position on the team, he’d just not be full time till he either reaged or figured out what the hell he was going to do. Sam wasn’t in any particular rush but he did like teaching self-defense. He was glad Eve found him when she did otherwise he would have only been able to say flying. ”Being an army brat gave me a few opportunities to pick up flying and my subject. Self-defense. I get paid to get hit by people.” Sam said with a little smirk. ”Not just rich people. Though they like to pay more.” he raised his whiskey glass again in a mock toast. ”To rich people.”

”What do you do for fun?” Sam asked curiously.

His mutation was always a point of pride when he wasn’t sure what to talk about there was usually something he made from ice. A flower this time because he thought it would have been a bit much for the blind date. ”Ice elemental.” Sam agreed as he looked to the flower then back to her. He smirked and snapped his fingers. The ice rose shattered and broke apart in little bits of ice that quickly dispersed without leaving too much water on the cloth. ”Now it’s an ice breaker.”

”Wish I could say I studied plants but only I’m only an amateur in that regard. My knowledge is more based on camping and survival.” he said trying to sum it up. ”More of a backpacker.” he said trying to make up a reason for him to study survival. Sam knew most guys didn’t, he also knew that most guys weren’t former assassins but he knew above all else avoid that topic.

”I can honestly say you will never hear me say I just got off the phone with an ex.” he said with a smirk. He never really had a girlfriend other than Amanda and he as sure as hell not gonna call the sadistic woman. ”So we decided on me not coming here often. You do a lot of blind dates? Always found them awkward.” he said sipping his water.

A blind date. Had he sunk so low? Sam never needed an excuse to meet women, it was just who he was even if he wanted to turn it off he couldn’t just be someone else he was always like this. Mainly because he never needed to worry about a follow up. It was expected in his former line of work that he’d be dead the following day so whenever he met a woman he was interested in it was more “all cards on the table”. Now however seeing as he was living in the mansion it meant that he had to start dating out of said mansion. He already had a reputation there. It was harder to meet people who didn’t have a preconceived notion of him. Even if it was deserved.

Ami had an opportunity a friend of hers was looking for a guy for another friend. More importantly this woman had most likely not met him when he was an adult or an alcoholic. This was a chance to do something differently than his older self. According to Serena and everyone else the eye patch was a conversation starter, one he didn’t have that and two he knew that his older self wouldn’t do this.

Sam opened the door and walked in glad he decided not to ride his older self’s motorcycle it seem like too much in the winter even if he was immune to the cold. Jeans, dress shoes and a white button up under a dinner jacket. Anything else seemed to be overdressed in his opinion, everything else he owned was a few different suits. None of which would be appropriate for the blind date. When he walked in he eyed the bar. He didn’t know why but felt that if everything went to hell he’d at least be able to get a few drinks before going home or to the next bar.

Meeting random women, not scary. Being set up and wondering who he was about to spend dinner with a little more so. He looked down where a watch would be and decided not to make it look like he had one, because he didn’t. When he walked in he immediately regretted the situation. Turns out the wait staff were wearing his shirt. The only difference was his tie. It was a greyish blue. Something he’d figure would compliment his eyes. Or that’s at least what Ami had said. Black suits and ties was all he knew everything else made him feel more awkward.

”Clearly I dressed the part.” he said as he approached the table. The woman was said to be wearing blue. That was how he was supposed to know her. ”Mae?” he asked offering a smile and a handshake. The more he thought about it the more he decided to treat this like a mission. That was the best way to stay out of his head.

”Hey!” Sam waved to a group of girls passing by while he waited, when she opened the door Sam smirked and waved to her, ”Shark food?” Sam waved his hand a bit trying to get a feel for it. ”No, I’ll need a better nickname. I beat that session, lot easier when you don’t get pushed from behind.”

Sam pulled up a newspaper article he printed off of herself and offered it up. ”But yes it is, princess.” he added pointing to her then the photo of her. ”Turns out you weren’t ****ing with me.” Sam smirked, ”took me a week to hear someone else mentioned living in the hallway with an actual princess. After that I had to see what the big deal was.” Sam leaned on the door frame. ”I was disappointed to see it was you.” he smirked again.

”So what are you doing today?” he asked, ”You up for a drink in town? Coffee or I can make some here and you can tell me all about yourse- Atlantis.” he said correcting himself. Yes she was attractive. However she did feed him to some sharks so he had to keep that in mind when talking with her.