Hey!

[ he sees you come to the edge of the drive and appear into the large open area of the front yard. this is probably, in a reality that sam has been pulled from, been where cars would park. maybe there might have been storage, or even a boat pulled up in the open yard. but for now, it's transformed - lights, grilles, tables, chairs, fire pits, coolers - it's a modern American cookout, y'all. except without the limitation of needing to buy or have any of this shit. sam just dreams it up and decorates to his heart's content, and if he's gone a little out there, well. he's allowed, isn't he?

either way, he is going to drop what he's doing and run up to meet you and either take whatever you're holding off your hands and lead you inside, come in for a hug, or just make those introductions (if he hasn't met you before). there will be a greeting, and it will be warm, and once that initial greeting is out of the way he will turn to lead you inside. ]

Thanks for coming, by the way. How are things?

[ once things get going, sam will not be able to sit still. between the grilles and the food and restocking, to conversations had with people he hasn't seen in weeks, to conversations with new people he hasn't met yet, and anything in between - he will bring the energy, he will bring the jokes, and he will - without a doubt - make his way around to just about everyone he can. whether its to hand off some food, to bring a beer, to simply check in... sam is not a passive host. it's going to get to a point where it's going to be exhausting just to look at him.

for now, though, he is doing alright. he's got a beer in his hand (though it's probably empty, he keeps meaning to go stop by the cooler) and a smile on his face and will absolutely talk to whoever wants to come up and say something. or he can take over grilling. or he can check up to make sure you have everything you need while you are grilling. or he can totally beat your butt at one of the various yard games. either way, he is here, he is having a good time, and he's going to be doing his best to make sure everyone else is too. ]

[ it could be before the party actually starts, or sometime during the heart of it. whatever the reason, sam has decided to run inside because he either couldn't find someone to send or just found it simpler to go retrieve the item himself. he pushes through the screen doors and lets it slam closed behind him, talking to himself as if he's trying to remember a list of items he's come in to get. you may have followed him inside, or maybe you're already inside when he notices you're standing there, but either, way sam will grin and wave.

if it's later in the day, he probably said hi to you when you walked in, but he's been buzzing around pretty nonstop and has been hard to pin down. and whether or not the two of you have met, he's smile will be just as warm, his wave just as inviting. ]

Hey- you got a sec? I'm trying to find... [ he turns, and then pauses. because suddenly, he's just. totally gone blank. you can probably see the stages of grief cross his features before he finally gives up, letting out a sigh and turning back to face you. ] Nevermind. It's gone.

[ it happens. just gotta keep moving. ] What's up with you? Can I help with anything?

[ if there isn't anything here to your fancy, just hit me up with pretty much anything! ITS A PARTY AND SAM IS HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. ]