It would be like him to lose track of the time when it came to something as important as this. When the full moon rolled around he tended to make a whole thing of it to make sure he had all his bases covered before slipping away for the evening. Surely he wouldn’t be missed for one night, but of course, going missing once a month was a pattern that Sally had picked up on. He’d considered telling her, after all, it wasn’t like this whole relationship wasn’t already weird with her being a ghost and all, but for some reason the idea of adding his own unfortunate supernatural defect felt like it would be overdoing things. Alas, he couldn’t make himself scarce when he was already feeling the effects of the moonlight, his very bones burning and skin itching and wanting to give way to fur. Looked like it was going to be a long night, so Sam quickly went to his door and locked it, taking a bit longer than he would have liked as his hands shook with anticipation, with a desire to run and hunt and be free….
“Not to night…” he mumbled to himself once the door was finally secured. There was no guarantee he wouldn’t rip it off its hinges later, but maybe he’d be feeling particularly polite this cycle. After all, he’d just mixed up the time a little bit. Surely the moon would understand. It wasn’t likely, but he could hope. Clumsily stripping, not wanting to ruin another good set of clothes, he tossed them to the side, his muscles not wanting to cooperate with anything more than that until the transformation was over, Sam sat down on the end of the bed and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before letting the wolf that snarled and growling inside his brain out. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too mad at him for making it wait.
He wasn’t going to get away with it, not tonight… Sally wouldn’t allow it. What the hell did he think he was playing at? Her brain could be ruined by so much heroin but the blonde wasn’t stupid, she was bound to notice a pattern. Once a month, Sam would sneak out of the hotel and go only god knew where… Sally was possessive, she wasn’t about to let some random whore steal the man that belonged to her in more ways that one, hence her little habit of trying to detect someone else’s perfume on his clothes every time he came back from his monthly adventures. Days of planning were ruined by his sudden rush to get out of bed and leave, but this time Sally followed, closely… Whatever it was that he was hiding, the junkie would find out.
Now standing right outside his room’s door, and with her right ear pressed against the thick piece of wood, Sally remained as quiet as her heavy breathing allowed her to. Nothing could be heard, not a single word or sound that would indicate she was right to be so nervous. Oh, the things she would do to him… No one was allowed to make her feel like a worthless piece of shit, not even him— specially not him, after everything they accomplished together. Enough was enough, Sally was done being subtle… With her eyes now clouded by thick tears, the junkie raised her fist and banged on the door three times, loud enough to prove a point even if she wasn’t even yelling at him— not yet.
A few seconds later, Sally felt like punching her way through the locked door… What the heck was taking him so long? Wasn’t she always there whenever he needed her? Why couldn’t he do the same for her? She was worthless, that’s why— worthless and unimportant and… nothing. “Why are you being such an ass?!” Her voice came out loud, almost desperate. Goody, hopefully he’d notice. With a swift swing of her leg, the junkie gave that blasted door a strong kick, one that made her thumb throb and hurt like never before… But Sally didn’t mind pain, not when there were more pressing matters threatening to make her fall into the same dark hole she wouldn’t be able to escape all by herself. She needed him, there was no other way to put it. “Just… Stop it!”