Sam took a swig of beer and gagged slightly. She preferred sake, but she didn't feel like dragging Virgil to a hotel. That stuff could knock you on your butt if you weren't careful.
"You okay?" Virgil asked after a long pull on his beer.
"Yeah, fine," Sam said snagging a handful of peanuts from the nearby dish.
Before she could eat them, her hand spasmed. The peanuts dropped to the floor as Sam's cheek started to burn.
"What happened just now?"
"I lost my grip."
"Have you hurt your hands in the past?" The tone of Virgil's voice sounded just she did when she treated her family's injuries.
"I broke them when I was ten," Sam said coldly.
She remembered that day so clearly.
Cleaning the house, the old iron beam falling, crushing her hands. The doctor saying that she would never play piano or guitar without extensive physical therapy. Going there the therapy and then finding out it hadn't worked.
The daily shots of synthetic nerves that Sam had to have just so she could use her hands at all. Even with them, she could barely draw and tattoo. She had completely lost the ability to play music.
"Does that happen a lot?" Virgil said, pulling Sam out of her thoughts.
"No, not really." That was a total lie. It happened fifteen times a day at least.
The silence lengthened between them. When their food arrived, they ate wordlessly.
"So," Virgil said finally breaking the silence.
"Just ask already," Sam snapped. Her hands were aching thanks to the cold and she was tired.
"Never mind then," Virgil said pushing away from the bar. He payed and left.
Sam sat there and swore at herself.
She back to having a barstool as her only friend.
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Music, Tattoos, and Muscles
FanfictionSamantha Miwa Brahstone grew up with her five brothers and lives her life to the fullest. She thinks she had all she wants in life. That is until, when Virgil Tracy comes in for a tattoo.
