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Room 239/240:

Sam returns from his day out on the town going to All and Sundries, Empire Records and Cafe Fina.

He then sets up the room so that that the lights are low, candles are burning and a desk has been turned into a romantic dining experience with Lobster thermador with tarragon potato purée, asparagus, and nicoise olive vinaigrette.

He turns on the stereo and puts on some Indigo Girls.

He then leaves the room and leaves a note on the desk.

Janet & Sam

Please don't be angry with me for tricking you two into being together in the same room. It's hard to see a couple go through so many problems. Please take this opportunity for the two of you to "reconnect".

Love,
Marty

[OOC: Open to the residents of 239/240... and really anyone who wants to crash after Janet and Sam show up]

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Sam knocked on the door and adjusted the shoulder of her dress, almost dropping the bottle of wine she'd brought. It was a simple black sheath dress, high in front but draped low in back. It ended at mid-thigh, and she was wearing black strappy sandals.

She felt a little ridiculous standing in the hallway so dressed up, but Marty had done her a big favor by helping out with the equations that afternoon and she didn't want to disappoint him. Besides, it was kind of nice to be wearing something other than jeans for once. She felt almost like an adult again.

Janet was walking back from the bathroom, staring down at her shoes and wondering how she'd managed to go from a dozen pairs of black heels to...one pair. She wandered perilously close to bumping into Sam without even noticing her.

"Hey," Sam said, noticing Janet. "You look nice."

Janet looked up and realized she'd almost run into Sam. "Oops." She frowned. down at her dress. "I feel short. For obvious reasons." She started fishing in her bag for her keys.

Sam smiled, determined to be able to at least stay in the same room as Janet without incident. "Yeah, but you don't bump your heads on cabinet or worry about short guys looking down your dress when you slow dance, so it evens out."

"Point taken," said Janet. "But at least you can use the top shelves of your cabinets." She found her keys and unlocked the door, only to find--

An empty room. With the lights turned down low. And unattended candles burning. She glanced at Sam, confused, then walked inside and over to the candles on the desk. "No party?" she asked. A piece of paper caught her eye. "There's a note, at least," said Janet. She picked it up and started reading. And then she started giggling.

Sam set the wine bottle down on the table and looked around the room, listening to the music. "What?"

Janet held the note out to Sam and sat down heavily in a nearby chair, giggling helplessly. "He thinks we're dating!"

Sam stopped in the middle of leaning over to sniff the food. "He thinks we're what?"

She started giggling too. "Not that he's the first person to think that."

"He thinks we're girlfriends and he's trying to get us back together!" She grabbed a piece of asparagus and started nibbling on it, still unable to smother a grin. "Wait, was there anyone else besides that airman who got transferred out after his first week? And Jack in one of his more foolish moments, of course."

"I don't know, but that airman...wow, was that not the right day to say that." She chuckled. "So, do we have a nice romantic dinner, or do we turn the lights on and gorge ourselves stupid on stuff we won't be able to even look at in ten years?"

"It really wasn't. Not that any day would have been the right day, but that one was worse than usual." She stared at the food, then looked up at Sam. "There's lobster here, Sam. We don't need a nice, romantic dinner. We need to gorge. And to open up the wine."

"Deal," she said, already moving towards the drawer where the corkscrew was kept. "What do you think got into Marty?"

After talking to Broots, but before her date with Jack, Parker remembered what Janet had said in ACJ, and knocked on the door of 239/240.

"Fraiser, you in there?"

"Marty's been acting weird all week," said Janet. "He said he hit his head, and he promised to go to the clinic. I hope he actually did." She grinned wryly.

"Hey, Parker," said Janet to the door, giggling again. She got up and switched on the lights, then opened the door. "Can you tell me what drugs Marty's on? Because he's really been nuts this week."

"Okay, I'm thinking intervention," Parker said as she walked in, "Because now I've heard that from too many people not to think it's true." She blinked at the tableau before her. "The hell? Were you guys expecting Jack and Dr. Jackson?"

Sam started giggling again, as she pulled the cork from the wine bottle. "Marty's trying to set Janet and I up. With each other. Which kind of reinforces the idea that he's lost it completely."

She walked back over to the table and began pouring it into three glasses.

Parker chortled, and looked at Janet. "Doesn't he know about Idiot Boy? And God, hasn't Jack told him about Sam yet? That's just ridiculous. He *has* lost it. Oo, lobster." She leaned forward and inhaled. "Got an extra fork?"

"Well, given that Idiot Boy and I are against the rules, I don't know if I want Marty knowing about him," said Janet. "Though he saw Jack and Sam kissing, so I really don't know what's going on. He told me he had a blackout from a head injury, but he promised he'd go to the clinic and get checked out." She pulled an extra fork out from somewhere and handed it to Parker.

"I know he knows Jack and I are dating," Sam said, shaking her head. "I hope he's okay. He was a huge help this afternoon."

She spooned some of the food onto a plate, then took a bite of lobster and closed her eyes in bliss. "Okay, I may marry Marty for this. I don't care what's wrong with him."

"Help how?" Parker chortled, then mmm'd as she took a bite of the lobster. "Oh, god, this is good. Did I tell you guys how I was going to make him suffer today?"

"You didn't," said Janet. She took a bite of the lobster, closed her eyes, and sighed happily. "At least he knows the good stuff. How did you make him suffer? And what did he help you with, Sam?"

Sam shrugged and nibbled on a stalk of asparagus. Yeah, she definitely owed Marty. This was the best meal she'd had since she'd been cloned. "Just some class stuff I was stuck on. But it was a big help."

Parker considered what Sam could possibly have been stuck on that Marty could have helped with, and put that on the list of Weird. "Mariachi band. The worst one I could find. With a personal, hand-picked playlist." She speared a potato and closed her eyes in bliss. "Ahh. Credit where it's due: he knows the good stuff. Even if he is currently delusional."

"Incredibly delusional," said Janet. She took another bite of lobster and then sipped from her glass of wine. "You sent a mariachi band after him? Devious, but I like it." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Is this what relaxation feels like? I'd forgotten."

"Mariachi band? Wow, remind me not to get you mad at me, Parker." Sam sighed and stretched her legs out in front of her, toeing off the sandals. "We need to do this more often."

"Con people into thinking we need to be dating so they buy us gourmet food?" asked Janet. "Then invite our friends over to eat it with us. Sounds like a plan."

Parker grins, and silently toasts it as she pops another bite of lobster in her mouth.

"Hey, anything that gets us free gourmet food is good in my book," Sam said, sighing over another bite of lobster, "I'd even date you for real."

She blushed. "Er, not that dating you would be a bad thing, Janet. Just, y'know, not my thing. Currently. And I didn't mean to say that I needed a bribe to do it, because I wouldn't. Er."

Sam decided now would be a prudent time to put something in her mouth, so she ate some potatoes.

Janet started laughing. "Would you like to dig yourself in any deeper, Sam?" she asked. She hadn't been planning on saying anything about it. "I mean, obviously it would be too awkward. We're totally different heights." Then again, the urge to tease Sam was a little irresistible right about now.

Sam blushed and chuckled covering her face with her hands. "No, I think this hole's plenty deep already, thanks."

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