Thankfully, Jessica left shortly before Sam and Touya did and Callie was left to tidy the apartment in peace. After clearing away the empty bottles, plastic cups and snack packets, all that was left to do was give everything a wipe down and return the odd pieces of furniture back to their usual positions. Mina and Ochako had left Sam's hoodie and beanie hat strewn over the back of the couch before they left with the rest of the remaining freshmen early that morning. She gathered the garments up and threw them in the laundry along with Sam's bedsheets. She figured, what with him being at work all day, she might as well be the one to strip his bed for him.

It had been a careful procedure. She tried not to think too hard into what had taken place within them last night. The lamp Touya had mentioned was set aside, its frame crooked. How on Earth it got damaged in such a way was beyond her.

When Callie pulled the bottom sheet from the mattress, a single earring had fallen to the floor. She plucked it from the carpet and placed it on the mantle piece. She doubted Touya would ever see those girls again to return it to whichever one it belong to.

Just as she finished putting on the last pillow case, she heard Russ emerge from his bedroom with a zombie-like groan. When she closed the door to Sam's newly righted bedroom behind her and her eyes caught sight of the younger sibling, it was safe to say he'd looked better. Russ' usually well groomed hair was even messier that his older brother's usual look and his normally bright eyes were squinted and dull. It looked like one hell of a hangover.

"Hey..." she called softly, approaching him carefully.

Finishing an entire bottle of water, he turned to her and managed a weak smile. "Callie, remind me never to drink tequila again."

Now it was Russ' turn to receive Callie's pity. It seemed today would revolve around taking care of the two Gasters in one way or another. After settling the groaning baseball star on the couch with another glass of water and some painkillers, Callie set about making him some hangover food. When she placed the grilled-cheese sandwich in front of him, there were almost tears of joy shining in his eyes. For someone who looked like they could squat you without breaking a sweat, he sure acted like a baby when the worst of the hangover crept in. The grilled-cheese sandwich hadn't stayed down for long. Luckily, Callie had recognised the green tinge rise to his cheeks and had fetched a large basin just in time. She gently rubbed his back while he doubled over for a third time, softly whispering to him when he apologised between retches.

"Shh. It's okay. I got you..."

"Urgh, just kill me now, Callie."

And they both managed to laugh despite the situation.

*

"Wait, what?" Touya spat, a piece of hotdog bun flying from his lips and narrowly missing Sam's face as he peered down at him from the food truck. "I thought you'd bunked up with your brother!"

Sam had been a fool to let slip that he'd spent the night in Callie's room. If only more customers would show up and spare him from Touya's inevitable need for details. But the weather had taken a turn and the overcast sky didn't seem to entice anyone over for junk food. Back in Sam's hometown of NYC, hotdogs would have been flying out the truck left, right and centre. Not here though, and not today. He readied himself for the interrogation.

"Well? You finally get some action then?" Touya pried, teeth flashing impishly as he ran his tongue across them. "Bet you're thankful I stole your bed now, huh?"

Sam clicked his tongue, "no and no," then sipped his cola with his eyes front.

"Seriously? You kidding me?" Touya guffawed, his pierced features pulling into a grimace.

"Nothing happened, dude. Geez." And Sam rolled his blue eyes towards Touya's staring ones.

His friend's face then slipped into a mischievous smirk. "What? Like, medically? Your gasterblaster not working or something?"

Sam inhaled deeply, "no, I just meant nothing happened, alright? And will you stop calling it that."

Touya grunted a laugh.

The first time Touya had come up with that ridiculous nickname for that specific part of Sam's anatomy had been in sophomore year during a conversation about Sam's first real girlfriend. It was hard to forget when Touya had laughed for a good thirty minutes over his lunch, slapping the table hard enough to make the salt and pepper shakers fall over and every head in the canteen to turn around. While Sam had simply stared at him with a deadpan expression, Touya had leaned his laughing face into his and declared, "what? I thought you loved puns?!" Admittedly, this was true, but not when they involved his genitalia. Or Touya.

"Ah, c'mon!" He grinned, when Sam continued to frown. "You seriously need to up your game and get laid. It's starting to make you grumpy." A dark smile, "Maybe you should have joined me and the girls last night instead. That Cheyenne was totally into you..."

Another long sigh. Another low laugh.

When a voice then called out to them, Sam was glad for the distraction. He straightened up and raised his head as he put on his customer-serving voice.

"Heya. What can I get-oh."

And when his eyes fell on Callie's lovely smile, his spirits lifted even more so. His hands subconsciously went to straighten his glasses and tug at his collar. Touya sniggered.

"Hey, Sam. Hello again, Touya."

The latter nodded his head, the smirk still playing on his lips. Sam was thankful he didn't make any sort of comment. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette and lighter and stepped behind the food truck to smoke. Although it looked like Touya was giving them privacy, Sam knew fair well that he would be listening in, despite being unseen.

"So, er, can I get you anything?" Sam asked, placing his hands on the counter and leaning forewords just to be a little closer to that smile of hers.

"Actually," she chimed, placing a paper bag between his hands, "I brought you something."

He glanced down at the bag then back to her.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten our arrangement?" She said with a tilt of her head.

When he peeled open the paper, he saw a homemade lunch inside. That's right, she'd offered to make him food since he declined her initial offer at paying more towards the rent.

"Heh. Callie, you didn't need-"

But a raise of her hand stopped him from talking, her other hand pushing the homemade lunch towards him.

"Listen, I had to make food for your brother after he emptied his stomach in every basin, bowl and bucket we own..." Sam grimaced at this information, "so I made some extra for you."

Sam grinned as she did her best impression at one of his shrugs. "Well, thank you. But, honestly just this one time."

He tucked the paper bag beneath the counter. When he stood back up, Callie was sliding a note across it's surface. When she asked him for a drink from the fridge behind him, he handed it to her with a grin, along with the money she tried to give him.

"This is the 2nd time you've paid for my drink," Callie scoffed, referring to the cocktail he'd bought for her back at a Grillby's. He chose not to correct her by reminding her that, technically, he didn't pay for it; it remained on the ever growing bar tab under his name instead.

An opportunity arose. He seized it.

"Heh. Well, how about I make it a third? Wanna go Grillby's later?"

She looked startled. He felt his heart drop. Getting rejected while Touya eavesdropped was not something he wanted to experience.

"And risk your life to those shady twins by adding to that tab of yours?" She laughed, her hands gripping her waist.

Sam waited for the hard 'no' behind a brave smile.

"Fine." She grinned, "on your head be it."

As she walked away after agreeing to meet him after work, Sam finally let out the breath he was holding in his chest. Touya appeared back around the front of the truck as Sam removed his clouded glasses to clean them on his apron.

"Well, well. I am impressed." Touya grinned. "That was actually pretty smooth, Gaster."