Samantha: twirling hair nervously Fuck, can you believe it? That one night, and now he's the baby daddy!
Oh my gosh, Sam! What the hell happened? You're like, "I'm pregnant, by who?"
crosses arms and shifts her weight Well, remember that wild night we went out drinking? I woke up next to some random guy with a gold tooth.
Really? What a fucking crazy twist! So, did he ask you out on a date?
Nah, man. It wasn't a date. He just slipped something into my drink, and then...well, the rest is a blur.
Shit, Sam, that's fucked up. Did you report it?
rolls her eyes Are you fucking serious? Of course not, I didn't want the cops involved in my wild night. Besides, he was so damn charming, I was probably too drunk to give a shit anyway.
Look, Sam, I get it. But this isn't some joke. We gotta find this guy, figure out what his deal is.
throws her hands up Dude, seriously? Look, I appreciate your concern and all, but I'm handling this my way.
Okay, okay. Just be careful, alright? And if you need anything, you know where to find me.
smirks and leans in closer Thanks, costume. I may just take you up on that. After all, we did share some crazy memories together.
Hey, whatever you need, I'm here for you. We're in this together, remember?
grabs costume's hand Yeah, we're in this together, babe. And first on the agenda, tracking down that mystery baby daddy of mine.
smiles Alright, Sam. Let's start by retracing our steps from that night. Where did we go first?
pulls out her phone and starts scrolling through her social media Alright, let's see...we went to that shitty dive bar downtown, then danced the night away.
Do you remember the bartender's name or anything? Maybe they know who the guy was.
squints her eyes, thinking Bartender...uh, I think his name was...Freddy or Fred or something. Shit, I can't remember!
Freddy, got it. Let's swing by there and see if he remembers anything.
snaps her fingers Alright, let's head to that shitty dive bar and put my detective skills to the test!
smirks You're full of surprises, Sam. Let's see if your detective skills are as good as your shooting ones.
clenches her fists You better believe it, costume. I may be a badass on the court, but I can also kick some serious ass in the detective department.
chuckles I wouldn't doubt it for a second. Let's hit the road then, Detective Sam driving the getaway car!
starts the car and revs the engine Buckle up, costume! We're about to embark on a wild ride filled with twists and turns!
holds on tight I'm ready, Sam. Let's turn this shit around!
zooms through the city streets, dodging traffic like a pro Hang on tight, costume! We're gonna find that baby daddy in no time!
laughs Jesus, Sam! You're a fucking maniac behind the wheel!
smirks Damn right, costume! I've got more tricks up my sleeve than a magic trick on steroids!
grips the dashboard Just don't get us killed, alright? Let's find that bastard before we end up as hood ornaments!
slams the brakes, causing a skid Whoa, close one, costume! But don't worry, I've got a knack for avoiding obstacles like traffic tickets and speeding fines!
Fuck, Sam! You're a daredevil with a license! Let's get off the main drag before you get us pulled over!
laughs Don't worry, costume, I know all the shortcuts in this city. We'll navigate through the backstreets and alleys like pros!
grins Just watch out for any police traps, Sam. We don't need another stop and frisk session.
As Samantha and costume continue their search, they discover that the man Samantha had a one-night stand with is a notorious criminal, wanted in several states for various crimes. They must now decide whether to involve the authorities or handle the situation on their own.
Holy shit, Sam! That fucker's a wanted man! We can't just knock on his door and ask if he's the dad!
runs her fingers through her hair, deep in thought Fuck, costume, what are we gonna do now? We can't exactly call the cops and say, "Hey, officers, I had a one-night stand with this guy years ago, and now he's a fucking criminal!"