Cheap thrills

Hello, hello, I recently got into Tomb Raider and these two killed me so I decided to write this about them. yes, this is inspired by the Sia song 'Cheap Trills'. Yes, this is set pre-Yamatai and yes I will be posting up a second chapter that will be post-Yamatai. and no this has not been edited well so do say if there are and errors. I'm also not sure if either Sam or Lara are in character so sorry about that.

also, I have not read the comics (only basic plots of them) or played Rise of the Tomb Raider yet so I have no idea what exactly comes after the game.

Enjoy the attempted fluff!

disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the song.

italics are thoughts

part one:

My leg would not stop moving. Five seconds without consciously stopping it and the nervous movement would start up again.

Maybe it was the thought of being around so many people that made my leg move and my hands fidget with my blouse sleeve. Or was it that glimpse of what Sam would be wearing tonight that had me this way?

Sighing loudly, I rubbed my eyes that were still aching from studying and today's classes.

'Why did we have to go out on a Friday?'

'Why did I even agree to this?'

I could practically hear Sam's answer. 'You work every other night Lara, you need some fun!'

Along with her puppy dog look that could make Roth change his mind without an argument and the fact that I could barely say no to her in the first place, I stood no chance.

That's when the bathroom door opened, startling me out of my thoughts, and outraced a towel-clad Sam from said room. I only caught a glimpse as she moved from the bathroom to her room but it was enough to make me sigh for a second time.

'Why did she have to be so beautiful? Fuck this crush.'

That's when Sam's head popped around the corner of her bedroom doorway with an infectious grin that was adorable.

"Lara, I won't be long, can you turn the radio on pleaseEEEes?" She all but begged with extra puppy dog eyes for good measure.

'Not that I could say no to you in the first place.'

"If you 'won't be long', why do we need the radio on?" I asked but still complied with her.

"We need to get this party started!"

I couldn't help grinning at her excitement as I fiddled with the radio until it started blasting some song that had a dance beat.

Forty-five minutes later of attempted reading and app playing, Sam finally made it out of her room.

Dear lord.

She looked beautiful.

The dress she wore was short and black, clinging in all the right places to show her curves and showed just enough cleavage. The dress itself had swirling bits of glittering light blue along the edge that fell mid-thigh. Her legs were seemingly lengthened by the high heels she wore that matched perfectly and her hair and makeup was flawless as ever.

"Like what you see Sweetie?"

My apparently open mouth snapped shut as my eyes snapped to her face to see a cheeky adorable grin and was that?

'Was she blushing?'

Shaking my head and ignoring the heat on my cheeks I stood.

"Just amazed you finally made it out," I deadpanned.

"Shut up," she punctuated this with a light arm punch, "beauty takes time."

'Must be why you took so long to exist.'

Internally sighing at my own thoughts, I outwardly rolled my eyes and reached for my phone and wallet only for the latter to be snatched out of my hand.

"Hey," I tried to protest and snatch it back.

"You won't need this tonight!" She said teasingly before tossing said item somewhere near the radio.

"When are you going to stop trying to get me a boyfriend?" I asked, already guessing why she had done that.

A strange look passed over her face for less than a second before that grin sprang back up and she giggled.

"Who said anything about that, we just won't need money tonight."

'Interesting,' I thought.

Sam had been acting a little odd the last few months, as in actually coming home after a night of partying or clubbing on the same night, granted, quite late but sometimes she wasn't that drunk either. Also, her persistence to try and find me a man had all but stopped. I wonder what was wrong, not that I'm complaining, but it didn't stop me worrying that something wasn't okay and it was making her act unlike herself.

"So I'm gonna guess that you're not bringing any money?"

"Of course not, besides who needs cash to have fun when all I need is you, Sweetie?"

That made my entire face and ears heat up.

Sam's face followed suite as well as the expression that screamed she only realized what she said after doing so and really did not mean to.

It was really cute.

I'm sure I have shared that look plenty of time and Sam has just laughed it off with an 'aww, thanks, Sweetie.'

'This is new for her. I wonder... could she? Nah, I'm just over thinking this.'

"Well one of us needs to have some money on them," I said as I went to retrieve my wallet and switch off the radio.

"Yeah, sure." she said with a sigh.

I quickly looked over at her and was only able to catch a glimpse of her looking really upset before she caught me looking and that grin sprung back up.

"Sam,-" I started but before I could ask anything, she grabbed my arm and was dragging me out of our apartment and towards out usual bar.

"Come on Lara! lets hit the dance floor!"

Lb

An hour later, as I sit at the bar, slowly drinking my second pint, I watch the hoard of people that cover the dance floor moving mostly in sync to the beat of the heavy base dance music that made the floor vibrate with each pulse that came through the giant speakers. Occasionally I could catch glimpses of Sam moving expertly through the mass of dancing bodies.

Which was strange in itself.

The times that we had gone out to bars before she started acting strange, she would be several drinks in and very uncoordinated, and then come back to the bar every so often with some random guy and not go back out until she was several more drinks in that the guy had bought her. Though tonight, she had only been back once and alone, she had stolen some of my drink and gone back out, and even before that, when we got here, she hardly finished her drink before going out.

'Sam isn't acting like herself, maybe I should ask her if something it wrong? Or I'm just overthinking this and she is just trying to be less reckless? Hmmm...'

"Now what's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" a slurred voice said beside me, interrupting my thoughts.

Looking over towards the voice that broke my train of thoughts, there stood an average looking walnut stuffed condom. Short blond hair and rippling, almost ridiculously sized, gym made muscles. He wore a singlet top, cargo pants and some sort of expensive looking shoes that I could just make out in the darkness of the bar. Even without the darkness, I could hardly make out his expression, he was so intoxicant, leaning on the bar seemed to be his only way to not fall off his stool.

"Minding my own business," I said flatly, trying to show him I was not interested.

"Oh come on, don't be like that," he whined before reaching to grab my arm.

I tried to move out of his way, now very uncomfortable with this situation, but he just followed my movements.

"Sweetie! I'm back! Thanks for looking after my drink."

It was Sam.

Oh, I could kiss her.

She reached between the two of us and picked up my half empty drink and sculled the rest before slamming the glass back down. She must have kicked the stool out from under the drunk weirdo while she did that because the next thing I knew he was struggling to sit up and Sam was dragging me towards the dance floor by my hand.

Moving through the bodies, we made it to a sort of clearing at the back of the floor, where only a few people were dancing and the music wasn't as loud.

"Thank you, Sam," I said to her when we stopped.

"No worries, Sweetie, you just looked so uncomfortable having that guy near you." she said with a really cute smile.

'Wait, what?'

"I thought your life goal was to get me a boyfriend? Even if it made me uncomfortable,"I said, tilting my head to the side.

"Hey! I was not trying to make you uncomfortable," that earned her my 'really?' look, "stop looking at me like that and anyway, I have a new life goal now."

"Oh? and what is that?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out, besides, tonight is just about you, me and the dance floor."

With that said, Sam was once again dragging me along, though this time into the mosh pit.

It wasn't as bad as it thought it would be, thought, that was because Sam never did let go of my hand.

Love? Hate? Brain bleach?