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[milliways_sawyer]

He feels like a drink. That's why Sawyer's coming downstairs.

Until a glance around the room shows him a certain conversation going on.

He reconsiders and decides he really doesn't feel like being inside right now. Nope. He feels like being outside right now.

Sawyer walks directly out the back door and down to the lake's edge, lighting up a cigarette once he gets there.

Sun shining. Cool breeze. Good day to be outside.

Yep.

[OOC: Worky worky. You know the drill.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Something small, purple, and female comes up.

"Hey, got a cigarette for me?" 'Ash' asks.

[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer glances sideways at the purple god(dess?) for just an instant before returning his eyes to the water's surface. He pulls another cigarette from his pocket, though, and offers it over wordlessly in an open palm.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Ash said, lighting the cigarette with her index finger, the rune minmal.

"Life bad in any special way?"

[milliways_sawyer]

He grunts. "Don't know if you'd call it 'special'. Just par for the course, I reckon."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Well, what did it do to you?" 'Ash' asked, a bit mercilessly.

Asar-Suti is too curious for his own good, most of the time.

[milliways_sawyer]

"Nothin' I'm particularly in the mood to talk about."

Sawyer's a little too closed-off for his own good, most of the time.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Want some strong drink?" 'Ash' offers, instead. No point in asking when somebody doesn't want to talk.

[milliways_sawyer]

"Not if it means I got to head back in there." He jabs a thumb over his shoulder to the bar. "It's kinda... crowded in there right now."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Ash does magic. It is squiggly, purple, and produces a glass of a pale liquid that smelled of apples.

And could probably clean silver.

"Here," she says to Sawyer. "This is scumble, from Eska's world."

She hands it to Sawyer.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Ka, Fate, Destiny, life is not that kind.

And that's why, sometime after being kissed by a man who is not Sawyer, Claire finds her way outside. Maybe she followed him out there, maybe she didn't. But she's there now.

Walking towards him.

[milliways_sawyer]

He hears someone walking up behind him. A feminine someone, from the light sound of the footsteps.

Whoever it is will have to speak first, because he didn't come out here looking to chat.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

She didn't either, really. But. . .

She sits down beside him and looks out at the lake, saying his name softly.

[milliways_sawyer]

He was perfectly willing to ignore her. But, when she speaks first, he finds himself needing to respond.

"Havin' a fun afternoon?"

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"I guess that would depend on how you define the word 'fun'," she sighs.

[milliways_sawyer]

"Mmm hmm. So, Nathan's comin' back around." It's not a question, just an observation.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

She nods, still not looking at him, wondering how much he saw. "Seems like it."

[milliways_sawyer]

He saw enough. "Don't take that boy long to move in, does it?"

[noattachments]

Good day to be sitting in a tree watching the lake, too. Sawyer might see Kate, if he looked over towards the forest, that is.

[milliways_sawyer]

It takes him a bit to realize he's not exactly alone out there. Just that feeling you get.

It takes him a little longer to locate where the other person is. He wanders over when he does, though. Not quickly and not straight there, but he eventually makes his way over. "Afternoon, Freckles."

[noattachments]

Kate looks down when she hears a voice. "Hey Sawyer."

[milliways_sawyer]

"Any particular reason you're hidin' up a tree?"

[noattachments]

"Felt like staying out of the sun."

[milliways_sawyer]

He sits on the ground right under her and leans his back against the trunk of the same tree.

"Wimp. Don't get near as hot here as back home."

[noattachments]

"So?"

[milliways_sawyer]

He glances up at her... or at least the bottom part of her.

Which might be why he chose this particular spot to sit.

"So you wouldn't make it five minutes in the good ol' southern heat."