“Guess not. Wait, so you’re using reference from movies to determi ne whether or not I’m a zombie? I don’t really think that’s your best bet. Have you seen what they think aliens look like? It’s shit.”
(He’s joking. A small laugh confirms that as the conversation genuinely begins to pique his interest. )
"I guess you have pretty good judgement. But I’d kick the whole approach random strangers thing after this, yeah?”
"Yes, I am. Somebody had to get the idea from somewhere, didn’t they? All zombies look the same in the movies, plus, you aren’t trying to eat me yet. Maybe I’m just a little too trusting. Oh well.”
{ She smiled as she noticed his sudden lack of reluctancy. }
“Yeah, Yeah. Stranger Danger. I know, but you seemed pretty harmless. No offense?”
“Apparently being alone isn’t something that you’ve gotten used to, then. But how would you know that I don’t look like a zombie if you’ve never seen one? Casper? You’re joking, right?”
"Trust me, I’m used to it, but a little company every once in a while couldn’t hurt, right? No, not really, silly. I don’t really think ghosts look like Casper, and I’ve seen enough movies to know what a zombie looks like.
{She paused a moment before continuing. }
"Also, I’m going to tell you the truth here, I was the lonely one, and I figured you were too. Boom, instant lonely buddies.”
Sam frowned. “Your parents left you at home all by yourself?” She pulled the girl into an uncomfortable hug. “Well, that doesn’t seem very nice. No one should be home alone while their family is having fun.”
“It’s not big deal, really.” She smiled, not really paying attention to how uncomfortable the hug really was. “Well, it’s my mom and my step-dad, they do it all the time. I just don’t leave the house unless it’s for school when they do decide to go.”
“Well, you can’t come in, I’ll tell you that.” She shook her head. “I know you’re younger than 21, so scoot.” She motioned her away. “Unless you want to stay out here and have me Mama you some more.”
“I know that, but I got in anyway.” She offered the other a small smile. “My parents are on vacation and left me home alone, okay? I want to go out do something. It’s not like I’m drinking, you don’t need to be Mama-ing me.”
“No, sweetie. Go home, okay? Go home and away from this ol’ smelly bar and all the drunk people and go hang out with your friends or something.”
“I can leave, but I can’t guarantee I’m going home, and all my friends are probably occupied with other friends or homework. I’ve never been to a bar before though, and I’m kind of enjoying my lack of adult supervision.”
Sam snorted and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so, Sweet Pea. Trust me, you don’t want to get started on this. Once you start, it’s hard to stop.”
“I know what can happen. I don’t think one little inhale is going to start something up…” She looked up at the other, giving her the most innocent look she could. “Just one little try?”
