atop mount olympus // nessa & sampson
Feb 25, 2021 19:09:01 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2021 19:09:01 GMT -5
s a m p s o n .
"you are weak
but not foolish
you have learned
how to die."
There's too much sound in the Capitol this time of year, all these noises that overlap and scratch the inside of Sampson's brain. They always request a window seat, reserving a patio dining in the uptown Cafe -- "yeah girl, I think I'm going to buy my own. Maybe that's the next thing, celebrity owned coffee shops." Besides, they were tired of leaving the house as often as they did.
Twice a week is just too much for a creative like Sampson.
It's in the notebook somewhere, first they want to buy out a hotel. Probably something with a view near the Stylist Center, but the catch is there's a shopping center in the hotel. Renovate it, maybe a donut shape with a garden growing between the floors in the center, "oh I'm still here. Jem stoppp," maybe they spend too much time on the phone.
Ever since the flops of Sampson's career last year, they've had a hard time regaining their focus. Most of the recovery process has just been giving up luxuries like personal lents and being surprised when nothing sticks. It's been two hundred and forty four days since the last time they've showered with the lights on and that ain't fixed nothing yet.
But a day don't pass where Sampson doesn't talk to Jem. There's work friends and family friends, other celebrities that they keep in touch with -- mostly just face value. Pretty faces make miracles happen, but Sampson's in the need for a new friend. Or, another friend. Victors don't count and neither does exe's; not too sure if Nico Thorne counts as both, they only dated in Sampson's mind.
"I'll call you back, okay? I'm ordering whatever's got vodka in it."
"I don't care that it's a coffee shop, they've gotta have something," or whatever. So maybe they're a little hopeful about this Nessa girl. They've got a lot in common, obviously -- namely the taste in men. The same men.
Alright, so either they walk away from this best friends or Sampson's gonna pay her to drop off the face of the earth. Honesty first, they've talked a little arranging this meet up but that was mostly just Sampson laying out the time and place. Could you imagine standing up a Crowe? Hasn't happened since Copper ghosted Sampson -- if they could have gotten away with murder back then, that boy would be dead news.
"Oh, hey! I'll have four mimosas," they say to the host, crossing their ankles on the patio railing, "you'll figure that out for me. Right?" Export it if you have to, it'll be good for the economy.