this could be the beginning of something great. ( sam malone x reader )
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You met Diane when she worked with Sumner and when their engagement fell apart, you were the only one who stood by her while everyone else claimed she was a homewrecker - and a bad one at that. You had warned her about pursuing a relationship with Sumner but when news of their engagement broke, you appeared happy for her, although you had a feeling how it would end.
For weeks Diane lied about working at Cheers, embarrassed to be working as a waitress, but you found out about her new job when you had a drink in the bar while waiting for your reserved table at Melville's to be ready.
You approached the bar, raising an eyebrow at the blonde who pretended to be cleaning glasses. "Do you work here?"
"Yes." She admitted. "But only until I find somewhere else."
You shook your head, "And you didn't tell me because..."
"Well, look at this place." She gestured wildly and you looked at a tall brown-haired man when he called out, "Hey!"
"I agree." You pointed at Sam, "I think it's nice."
Sam grinned, sliding up next to Diana, "Well, thank you. Sam Malone." He held a hand out and before you could shake it, she hit your hand away with a towel.
"He owes the bar," Diane explained, glaring at him.
You turned when your friends called for you to join them upstairs at Melville's and you looked at Sam. "It was nice meeting you, Sam." You looked at Diane, "We'll talk when I get back."
When you walked away Diane noticed the lift of Sam's lips and knew what he was thinking. After working in Cheers for three weeks she knew exactly what kind of man he was, and it was not the type of guy she wanted interested in you.
"Your friend seems nice."
"Don't even think about it."
Sam held his hands up, "I'm just saying -"
"Ah!" She pointed at him and he raised his eyebrows when she walked away.
Almost two hours later you returned to Cheers after dinner, this time alone, and sat on one of the barstools, smiling at Sam when he approached you.
"What can I get for you?"
When you told him your drink of choice, he began to tell you what it told him about the type of person you were and you rested your chin on your hand, a faint smile on your lips as you observed him.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. I happen to like that in a woman." He said as he placed a napkin in front of you, followed by a glass.
You shook your head, taking a sip while Sam propped his foot behind the bar, resting his elbow on his thigh. "You see it's all to do with the...uh,"
"Frontal lobe." You supplied with a smile.
He snapped his fingers, pointing at you. "Exactly."
You shook your head, your smile growing.
"How was dinner?"
"Overpriced slop. The conversations were hardly stimulating either." You replied.
"You know, I know a nice little Italian place nearby that we could go to and have a little stimulating conversation."
Diane appeared before you could respond and sprayed him with soda. Sam retreated and you watched the two with rapt attention, sipping your drink. Sam went to his office to get a fresh shirt and Diane took the time to warn you about Sam Malone - former relief pitcher for the Red Sox and serial womanizer.
You listened as she listed all the reasons you should not go out with him and when you had heard enough, you held a hand up to silence her. "If it means that much to you, I will steer clear."
Diane topped up your glass before leaving to wait tables and when Sam returned she was carrying drinks to the pool room. You smiled when Sam rested his arms on the bar and spoke before he could.
"Were you really a relief pitcher for the Red Sox?"
"Diane told you about me?"
You nodded. "She also mentioned that I would be doing my fellow women a disservice by going out to dinner with you. She said you are an eternal bachelor who asks women out for one night and never call them back, nor do you answer their calls." You sipped your drink as he straightened, hiding your amusement at the situation.
"I asked you out to dinner because I think you're funny and smart but you don't take yourself too seriously, and I like that. Not because you're attractive. You are, but that's not the only reason."
"So this restaurant you mentioned earlier...still need a date?"
Sam was visibly surprised, which quickly turned into a grin as he nodded, propping his foot up behind the bar, leaning his arm on his knee. "Yeah. But what about -" He paused to quickly look around for Diane and you smiled when he turned around. "little know-it-all over there?"
You shrugged, "I like to make my own assessments of people."
Sam lowered his leg, resting his arms on the bar, smiling as he began to arrange a time to pick you up, as you wanted to go home and change. Diane set her tray down loudly, and you looked at the blonde who was glaring at Sam before meeting his gaze. "Can you give us a second?"
Sam walked away to the other end of the bar and you sighed as Diane began to try and talk you out of going on a date with Sam. You stood up from the barstool, approaching her. "Diane, sweetie, I love you, and I will heed your wisdom. But I want to go out with Sam tonight and as my friend, as I have done for you, I want you to be happy for me." You took her hands, "And if you can't pretend."
She sighed, looking away before slowly nodding. "Alright. I'm sorry. He's just..."
"Good looking, funny, athletic..." You trailed off with a small smile. "I know you were trying to look out for me. And I love you for it. " You hugged her briefly before picking up your bag. You turned to Sam who was poorly hiding his intrigue in your conversation. "See you later, Sam."
He sent you a smile and a wave. When you walked out and the door closed, he glanced at Diane, doing a double take when he saw the blonde's expression.
"Now, Diane, before you do something stupid I want you to take a second and think about -" She reached over the bar and sprayed him with soda, soaking Norm and Cliff in the process as Sam ran for cover.
You looked through the window, crouching on the staircase, and shook your head with a smile. When you looked into his eyes you knew this could be the beginning of something great.
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