Note: Okay, sorry this chapter took so long. But without any further delay,
here it is! Enjoy!:-)
Sam walked into Cheers, smiling and walking silently to the bar.
"Uh-oh, I'd say our Sammie here had some luck here with a certain Miss Rebecca Howe last night," Carla said.
Everyone started cheering and whistling as Sam just smiled.
"Aw, come on guys, you don't really want to know what happened, do you?" Sam asked.
"What, did you just meet us yesterday or something?" Carla said. "Spill, Malone!"
Sam held his hands up. "Allright, allright! Fine, everyone gather around into Smoked Sammie's office if you would."
"Good morning, everyone," Norm said, entering.
"NORM!!"
"What's going on, Mr. Peterson?" Woody said.
"A little light on my stomach that says, 'Need beer now'."
Woody smiled and poured him a beer, as Norm squeezed his way to his barstool. "Hey, guys, what's going on here?"
"Sammie's about to spill out some juicy details about what happened with him and Rebecca last night," Carla said.
"And you were going to do it without me?"
Sam looked surprised. "Uh, well, Norm-"
"No, no, Sammie, I see how ya are. And I would storm out in a rage right now if I had a life, but since I don't, go ahead."
"Okay, well, after I escorted Miss Howe out of here last night I took her back to her apartment where she changed into some sexy clothes for me. Then we went out to dinner, followed by dancing and a carriage ride through the park. Then, the best part of all happened. We went back to her place where she thanked me for a wonderful evening, and then thanked me by uh doing another dance in the bedroom."
"No way, you slept with Miss abstinence of the year?" Carla said.
"Well, a man doesn't like to brag, but I am, so what the hey?"
Everyone then cheered and whistled again as Rebecca then entered. "Hey guys, what's going on?"
"Oh, Sam was just telling us about last night," Cliff replied.
"Oh. Well I guess I should thank him in front of all of you. Sam, I want to thank you for being such a gentleman last night."
"Oh, well, believe me honey it was my pleasure," Sam replied in a deep voice, making everyone laugh.
"No I mean it. I mean, I always though you were this scuzy guy who just wanted me for sex all the time, but last night you proved me wrong. You made me realize that we don't have to have sex in order to be with one another."
Suddenly everyone grew quiet and Sam's eyes grew wide.
"Wait a minute, are you telling me that you two didn't do the dirty cha-cha last night?" Carla said.
"Yeah. Didn't Sam tell you guys?"
"No, not yet," Carla said, giving him a look.
"Oh, well, we started to but then we got interrupted by the phone ringing. Well, I thought that it was my mother, but ended up being a wrong number instead. But Sam, being the gentleman that he is said that he couldn't do it with me because it would have felt like he was using me and that he wanted to have a meaningful relationship with me instead of just immediately going to bed with me. And to me, that makes him the most sensitive, wonderful guy that I never thought he could be," she said giving him a quick kiss. "Anyway, I'll see you later," she stated walking back to her office.
The bar then fell silent as all eyes fell on Sam, who then started to sweat.
"Well, you guys, the story I told you is what would have happened if we had slept together. But you know, we didn't."
"Sam, I thought I could trust you," Carla said.
"Aw, come on, Carla-"
"HOW COULD YOU TELL US A JUICY STORY THAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AND THEN WE FIND OUT IT'S NOT TRUE?!" Carla said, grabbing Sam's ear making him go down to the ground in pain and then leaving him.
Everyone then shook their heads in disappointment and went back to what they were doing before.
Suddenly Sam's voice was heard from below the bar. "Uh, guys? Did I mention that I was sorry?"
TBC.
Sam walked into Cheers, smiling and walking silently to the bar.
"Uh-oh, I'd say our Sammie here had some luck here with a certain Miss Rebecca Howe last night," Carla said.
Everyone started cheering and whistling as Sam just smiled.
"Aw, come on guys, you don't really want to know what happened, do you?" Sam asked.
"What, did you just meet us yesterday or something?" Carla said. "Spill, Malone!"
Sam held his hands up. "Allright, allright! Fine, everyone gather around into Smoked Sammie's office if you would."
"Good morning, everyone," Norm said, entering.
"NORM!!"
"What's going on, Mr. Peterson?" Woody said.
"A little light on my stomach that says, 'Need beer now'."
Woody smiled and poured him a beer, as Norm squeezed his way to his barstool. "Hey, guys, what's going on here?"
"Sammie's about to spill out some juicy details about what happened with him and Rebecca last night," Carla said.
"And you were going to do it without me?"
Sam looked surprised. "Uh, well, Norm-"
"No, no, Sammie, I see how ya are. And I would storm out in a rage right now if I had a life, but since I don't, go ahead."
"Okay, well, after I escorted Miss Howe out of here last night I took her back to her apartment where she changed into some sexy clothes for me. Then we went out to dinner, followed by dancing and a carriage ride through the park. Then, the best part of all happened. We went back to her place where she thanked me for a wonderful evening, and then thanked me by uh doing another dance in the bedroom."
"No way, you slept with Miss abstinence of the year?" Carla said.
"Well, a man doesn't like to brag, but I am, so what the hey?"
Everyone then cheered and whistled again as Rebecca then entered. "Hey guys, what's going on?"
"Oh, Sam was just telling us about last night," Cliff replied.
"Oh. Well I guess I should thank him in front of all of you. Sam, I want to thank you for being such a gentleman last night."
"Oh, well, believe me honey it was my pleasure," Sam replied in a deep voice, making everyone laugh.
"No I mean it. I mean, I always though you were this scuzy guy who just wanted me for sex all the time, but last night you proved me wrong. You made me realize that we don't have to have sex in order to be with one another."
Suddenly everyone grew quiet and Sam's eyes grew wide.
"Wait a minute, are you telling me that you two didn't do the dirty cha-cha last night?" Carla said.
"Yeah. Didn't Sam tell you guys?"
"No, not yet," Carla said, giving him a look.
"Oh, well, we started to but then we got interrupted by the phone ringing. Well, I thought that it was my mother, but ended up being a wrong number instead. But Sam, being the gentleman that he is said that he couldn't do it with me because it would have felt like he was using me and that he wanted to have a meaningful relationship with me instead of just immediately going to bed with me. And to me, that makes him the most sensitive, wonderful guy that I never thought he could be," she said giving him a quick kiss. "Anyway, I'll see you later," she stated walking back to her office.
The bar then fell silent as all eyes fell on Sam, who then started to sweat.
"Well, you guys, the story I told you is what would have happened if we had slept together. But you know, we didn't."
"Sam, I thought I could trust you," Carla said.
"Aw, come on, Carla-"
"HOW COULD YOU TELL US A JUICY STORY THAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AND THEN WE FIND OUT IT'S NOT TRUE?!" Carla said, grabbing Sam's ear making him go down to the ground in pain and then leaving him.
Everyone then shook their heads in disappointment and went back to what they were doing before.
Suddenly Sam's voice was heard from below the bar. "Uh, guys? Did I mention that I was sorry?"
TBC.