Random things when I'm too lazy to write a story

Cheers

Sam sat up and laughed. He didn't know why he was laughing. He just was. Timothy looked at him. 

"Sam what in the name of the seven hells.  You are laughing at the worst moment. You almost died yesterday."  

"I'm laughing because of the alcohol. You are like the only person who lets me drink as much as I do besides Norman but that's because he doesn't know how much you're supposed to have." Sam stopped laughing after a few minutes. "Timothy your like an uncle to me. Are you aware of that?" 

"Gideon had an uncle. He was a cool guy."  

"Tell me more about you're boyfriendssssssss uncle." Sam laughed more not really caring. 

"Shut up. He took Gideon in after his parents died. Played the guitar-"

"Ew the guitar. Worst instrument ever." 

"Sam let me talk. He played that instrument you hate in a band. According to Gideon he always looked on the bright side. When I ran... ran away from that one place him and Gideon took me in.  He was as Gideon described he. Didn't ask me how I got my scars and stuff.  Just took me in and honestly. He was just the best. I have no idea where he would be now." 

Sam nodded and grabbed another bottle of alcohol. 

"Want some?"

"No." 

"Alright." 

Sam set it down. 

"Alright. I've given you some part of my life what about your great life that you've dealt with. How has it been?"

"Well. I mean.  I've met a lot of people. Norman's my favorite." Sam chuckled.  "He's the best out of all of the people I've met.  He's just always been there you know. He's a great guy. I mean he's gotten himself into some horrible situations but that never stopped him. He's still somewhat optimistic while I look more on the down side. He's great. He did lose his powers and how he reacts is  that it's good. That means no one would take interest in him because of them. He's just everything anyone who could want in a person." Sam looked at Timothy "And don't you think of taking him from me."

"I won't. I have Gideon."  

"You say that. But-"

"Sam I don't care about Norman."

"I'm watching you." Sam pointed to his eyes then at Timothy's.  

Timothy laughed a bit. 

"Alright. How about I tell you about the time Gideon got kidnapped." 

"He got what?"

"Kidnapped. Anyways so while I was looking for him I found this kid who was trying to get money from people for his parents. He was about five. And I felt bad so I gave him like two thousand dollars and then his mother walks out and asks him what he's  doing and then he decides to bring me over to her. As you know I look like I just crawled out of the pits of hell.  So his mother looks at me then at her child and he says something along the lines of "This man gave us two thousand dollars so we wouldn't have to lose the house!" and she then tells him to go outside then looks at me "Sir you look like you've come from hell. No offense. How do you have two thousand dollars just to give out." And so I respond with "Ma'm I've always looked like this. It's how I was born" But she doesn't believe me so she tells me to come in and I oblige and she tells me that I'm eating dinner with her and her family and that she's going to get food in me because I look starving. So I agree to it because why not?

"So then her husband comes home and we eat and the food is some of the best food I've had besides Gideon. That man's a great cook but anyways back to my story. We eat and she tells her husband that I them two thousand dollars because she saw the money and saw that it was real and that they could keep the house longer. And I start to feel bad because these people are really nice so I just pull out a million dollars because do you know how much money I can steal from dead people? Anyways so I give it to them and she looks at me in disbelief and the husband stares at it and I tell her "Keep it. You need it more than I do. If you ever need me come to this place." And I give her the address of where people usually summon me in her universe and she nods and is close to tears. Her husband looks at me and nods in thankfulness. And I leave. I found Gideon a few days later." 

"So the famous Timothy Grimm does care about people who aren't Gideon. Who knew" 

Timothy laughed.  Sam laughed they sat there and laughed for a bit and stared at the moon and stars. 

"Y-You know this one time I got kidnapped by whatever I don't really remember. And I was just like "I'm not staying here" so I bring Florence back to life and force him." Sam laughed more being continuing his story. "To stay there and teleport myself like "I'm out of here." So a few days later he comes back having been stabbed to death because they thought he was magic which he is you know and it was funny." 

"I remember when I kept annoying Haven so much because she can't touch the scythe without dying so I just like kept tormenting her with it. It was fun." 

"Yea. I love tormenting the ghosts with bringing back Florence who they see as their leader who hates being brought back. It's so funny. Because he wastes it and they get mad for a bit that it isn't them." 

"Yea."  Timothy looked at him. "You mean Florence as in Charles's old magician friend who died like a million years ago?"

"Yes. Isn't Charles your son?"

"Yea. I lost contact with him awhile ago. After... James jr. died" 

"Yea. That was rough wasn't it." 

Timothy nodded and then sighed. 

"Hey." Sam gave him a glass of something. 

"Cheers to being us uncle?" 

"Don't call me uncle"

"Fine. Uncle Timothy."

Timothy laughed and took the glass.

"To my nephew Sam."

Sam laughed. 

"Cheers."