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[milliways_sawyer]

He'd planned on staying in his room. After all, no one said where in the bar he had to spend the tutu-wearing week. Unfortunately, he has gotten used to regular meals since he's been in the bar, and he's hungry.

So, here Sawyer comes down the stairs and toward the bar. He's trying to be inconspicuous... or as inconspicuous as one can when they're a scruffy man in a tutu. He's got a flannel shirt on as well, perhaps hoping to help hide at least some of the pink. It's not doing anything, though, so much as make him look like some sort of weird grunge ballet dancer.

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[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

Eris smiles sweetly.

"That's a good look for you, darlin'."

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer growls. "Don't suppose you could smite Meg, could you?"

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

"Why, do I need to?"

[milliways_sawyer]

"It'll save me the trouble of wringing her little neck."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There is a slight, somewhat purplish person who sees the grunge ballerina, and starts giggling madly.

"Are you going to poke fun at Meg?" he asks.

[milliways_sawyer]

Dammit, so much for being inconspicuous.

"No, Barney, I think I'm gonna steer clear of that girl for a good long time. It's probably safer."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, you must confuse me with somebody else - I'm not Barney. I haven't ever met him. Does he look like me?"

Then Asar-Suti giggles at the tutu again. That's right, he giggles, he doesn't chuckle, or chortle, or anything similarly manly.

"What are you wearing the tutu for, then? Tutu normally means something to do with Meg."

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam is in the bar, and cracks a real smile for the first time in three days. Thank you, Sawyer.

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer points jabs a finger at Liam as he gets near. "Not a word."

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam raises his hands innocently.

"I'm saying nothing."

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow is there with a camera. Click.*

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer stops in his tracks, closes his eyes, and lowers his head. He sighs a long-suffering sigh. "I don't suppose there'd be any way for me to buy that picture off of you."

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Click*

I can get you a print if you want, but I promised Meg a framed photo in payment for her part in this, and I've had at least one other request.

[balletrat]

*Is that a smirk?

No, no, of course not, why would you think a thing like that?*

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer scowls. "Happy?"

[balletrat]

You made the bet, fair and square, *Meg points out blithely.* And I think it sort of suits you.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

The Trips staaaaaare from their perch in a booth near Sawyer.
Barrel is whispering, Lock is laughing, Shock is giggling.
"What is that that she's wearing? She looks like the Tooth Fairy! Where's the wings? No! She's the Easter Bunny! No she's not you twit! The Easter Bunny is a BUNNY. I still think she's the Tooth Fairy. Nah, she's too scruffy. I dunno, the Tooth Fairy was pretty grizzly when we kidnapped her. But, that's a boy. No, its NOT! Its a girl! Boys DO NOT wear pink fuzzy things! That's a boy. Trust me. I know what boys look like. The mer-girl is a girl, and you thought she was a boy. Thats different! HOW?!?! CAUSE!!!! YOU LIKE THE TOOTH FAIRY HAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer scooooooooooowls at the Trips. He throws a little extra bass in his voice and hopes it clears up any confusion. "Ain't it kind of late for you kiddies to be out on a school night?"

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"That's the lamest Jack impression I've ever heard. School? What's school? Shock? What's school? Shut up Barrel! Are you a girl or a boy? Or are you the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny?"

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard snickers as he hangs up his apron and heads to the front door.

"Told you to invest in a good pair of tights, mate."

[milliways_sawyer]

"Shove it," Sawyer growls.

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He leers now.

"'bout to go home and do that, thanks."

He whips a camera out of his coat pocket, snaps a picture, and heads out the door.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert comes downstairs, heads toward the bar for coffee--and stops when he sees the man in the tutu.

For a second he stares.

Then, he cracks up in what he hopes is a discreet manner. It probably isn't all that discreet.

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer calls over, "Yeah, it's really funny now, buddy! Just wait till the ballerina comes after you!"

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Oh, she has, my friend. She has." Cuthbert's still snickering. "We haven't had time to move forward on our bet at all, but, well--my laughter is the laughter of a man who faces the same fate, if he doesn't succeed where you seem to have failed."

He leans against the bar, still grinning. "So, what was her bet with you?"