<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a0/SamMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Sam "Mr. Clean," Bathroom Attendant</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Backyard<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday, Dusk<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Moloch, Snow, OPEN<br/><strong>Status: </strong>CLOSED<br/><hr/><br/>Moloch's comment about his presence being memorable in his mind forever caused a small exasperated chuckle. His thick eyebrows raised raised once, his eyes lingered downward before snapping back up to Moloch's eyes behind his mask. Then his own blues lingered back to the exquisite treasure that just happened to stumble upon a pack of two very different wolves. Would they both nip at her heels until the little rose danced around the bedroom? Time could only tell, but if Sam could get shivers down his spine just from looking at Moloch--he could only imagine the effect that the mysterious man would have on the little Snowball.<br/><br/>'<em>Score!</em>' Sam recited inside of his head, keeping a cocky smirk as Moloch took the reigns with one singular phrase. The effect causing a chilling moment of silence between the trio, until the blushing redness of Snow's cheeks made his heart leap, his semi pulse, and his mind to utter '<em>Score!</em>' once again. "<strong>Come on now, baby. Don't be like that,</strong>" he charmed, as his muscular arm wrapped around the side of Snow's lithe frame. His fingers were large and broad, but Sam somehow managed to conjure a gentleness with the way they graced across the soft black silk touching the small of her back and then usher her closer to the pair. "<strong>Mr. Moloch and I were just having a conversation about...</strong>" Sam paused for a moment. The smirk disappearing from his face as he tried to remember<em>exactly</em>what they were talking about last. It took a few seconds, but then a light bulb ignited the blues of his eyes. "<strong>...memorable moments!</strong>" he chimed, dropping his had back to his side, but not before 'accidentally' trailing his thumb along the curve of Snow's supple ass cheek. Mapping and framing it in his mind to fantasize about before actually unwrapping her.<br/><br/>Then Sam would pry. He had the night off, and whatever God was smiling on him today presented him with two perfect specimens. "<strong>You know my coach always told me when I was nervous about something, to just dive headfirst in it. Then grab the ball and hug that motherfucker until the whistle blows,</strong>" he added to the two. "<strong>I don't know about you two, but I'm free tonight and looking for a bit of... <em>company.</em></strong>" a smirk came to his face, and although he had just met Snow and Moloch--it just seemed natural. "<strong>Would you think of me presumptuous to assume that you two are not familiar with the grounds?</strong>" he added. Hoping to find any excuse to prolong their time with him.