Will We Talk?

58- Generosity (Sam)

TW: mentions of sexual assault

Sam's POV:

Dean: Hiya mate, u coming tonight?

Sam: I don't think so, sorry

Dean: Thought u and Evelyn were alright?

Sam: We r, just don't want to chance anything

Dean: Fairs

Dean: I'll drink for u, be on standby

Sam: Do a round of shots in honour of me 😂

Dean: Who do u take me for? 😂

The night out had been pushed back a week, mainly because it was unfair on Evie and her cast. But now, she was in a moon boot which she found much easier to handle.

Its only best I don't go, right? Better for all of them, so I don't make it awkward. I know people are still aggravated at me for what I said to her, and I wasn't going to risk any friendships tonight. It'll make me more happy if they're all having a good time.

Sam has sent a photo
^
Joining yous from a little hotel in Shields somewhere

Rylee: I think I'm the only sane one left, mate

Rylee has sent a photo

Sam: Absolutely paralytic 😂

Drew: Its us, what do u expect

Dean: drinaki dor twoo is esay  man

Sam: Anyone have a drunk translator?

Tom: He's drinking for two men

Sam: In spirit

Fran has sent a photo
^
From the girls' bathrooms xox

Joe: so thats where tous fuckiex off to

Evie: The besya palce to be when ur drukn

Sam: Tek the shots off them 😂

Evie: Stfu pussy u didnr even come

Rylee: This is a ric free zone ppl

I was absolutely creased at them all. Each of them were sending photos and videos individually and it wasn't even getting on my nerves that I wasn't there. Jealousy's never been a good look on me anyways, and it wouldn't be worth throwing a hissy over. I was fine at home, drinking the odd one while watching the shitty hotel telly.

That was until there was an incessant and rapid knocking at the door of my hotel room. It confused me. I hadn't ordered room service, or at least I didn't recall ordering room service. Reluctantly, I stalked towards the door of the hotel.

You're probably wondering why I'm in a hotel. Its simply because I felt like I was getting in mam's hair too much, and I didn't have the patience to look for a new flat, so I'd make do in hotel rooms. It's not like I'm home a lot anyways, travelling is basically my job at this point. There was the odd fan who'd recognise me when I'm down getting my breakfast, but it wasn't exactly dreadful.

I opened my door and revealed a hysterical Evelyn, crying like I'd never seen her cry before. Her hair and clothes were dripping wet and she had her arms wrapped around her small, shivering figure.