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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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Softly, "Did you use her, Sawyer?"

[milliways_sawyer]

"Do you really think I'm going to answer that?" He attempts a mocking smirk, but there's no humor in it.

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"Sounds like a yes to me."

[milliways_sawyer]

"If you say so."

He flicks the cigarette butt out into the water and pushes himself up. "I think I'm gonna head back over to the other side of the lake, sweetheart. For some reason, it's feelin' awful judgmental over here."

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"Don't do anything stupid, Sawyer."

[milliways_sawyer]

"Little late for that, ain't it?" he mutters as he walks off.