Log; Ongoing

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When; Sept. 3, afternoon
Rating; PG-13 for possible language?
Characters; not_so_smooth and hundredflowers
Summary; Hong Mei needs to tell Sam some things about herself. Or push him off a cliff. One of these two things will happen.
Log; Sam really had no idea what it was that Hong Mei needed to tell him about herself that was so big it might be a problem. The only things that Sam could really think of that might make her balk is if she were a transgendered guy, a transvestite, or a Decepticon. The third option would explain the cliff setting, but if she really wanted to kill him, she probably could have done it before now, although Bumblebee had just left. At this point, getting pushed off a cliff might be a mercy.

He had mulled over it the entire ride out to the area, taking his Vespa as far as he could go and then following on foot. His hoodie was pulled tight around him to ward off the chill of death and the ocean breeze.

Seeing Hong Mei, he picked up his pace and hurried over to her.

"Just so you know, I've left three people know where I am," he joked. "So if you're going to push me off, you're never going to get away with it."

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"I know it's not just me," Sam said. "If I thought it was, I would have probably left a long time ago."

Sam really had no idea what to do in the situation. He liked Hong Mei and thought she was fun, attractive, and smart. But he also didn't want to stick with her just because he wanted her to know that someone thought she was worth it. That wouldn't be fair to her. But he did like her and he did want to get to know her better.

"It's a good start," he said, smiling. "But I need to know up front if the real you is the type to show up to somewhat nice parties wearing something like, I don't know, a Mickey Mouse costume."

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She arched an eyebrow suddenly, picking herself up to her elbows--and wincing a bit when the grass burned against the bottom of her forearms, razor-thin papercuts appearing and bleeding a bit of red until they sealed back up, only leaving the slightest traces of dried blood. Hong Mei gestured over the cliff.

"You're still at my mercy, you know. Say too much and I could just pretend to slip and nudge you over," Hong Mei pointed out, jokingly, before she allowed the tension to work out of her shoulders, just a bit. "But really, Sam? I work every evening at the Blue Light, singing on a stage in front of... the entire bar's customers. And employees. If I can make myself presentable like that every day, I think I can handle a party. I don't even really know who Mickey Mouse is."

Everything else, everything that they'd just gone over, was quickly being tucked away in the recesses of her mind for the moment. There wasn't anything more to say, to discuss, because things were in limbo and to push them hurriedly in any direction wouldn't serve either of them.

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"It's a cartoon character," Sam said with a bit of a laugh. "It was a joke. I really need to learn more about your culture and time so that if you make references to things, I'll get them."

It was, hopefully, a nice way to segue into something that was not talking about their relationship and therefore not so confusing and all the other stuff their talk just was.

"Like, I didn't think China allowed women to join the army."