Dec 31, 2008 09:42
“Wanna hit?
The lines of white oblivion laid out so neatly on the proffered mirror called to him with promises of adrenaline and bliss, a wild night he was long overdue to indulge in…but instead of accepting he just smiled and waved the drugs aside.
“Not interested, Cal. Snort all yer cash up yer nose if you wanna, but I got better things to do with my take on this job.”
“Yeah? Like what?” His voice was colored with incredulity and a healthy dose of skepticism. That was the guy’s problem, he had no goals. Run the con, blow his wad, move on like a leech. Sawyer loved to spend his money, but at least he waited until he had a nest egg that he could really tear apart with some style.
He was starting to wonder just why he’d partnered with the son of a bitch…then took another look at the lines on the mirror and remembered the twenty grand he’d put up for the grift they’d just finished.
“Invest it.” Sawyer replied tersely, rising from his seat to walk away from Cal and the lines, busying himself with counting through the last of his cash and stuffing it in his briefcase. “Get rich and retire somewhere where the drugs are better, the cans are bigger, and the water’s so clean, y’all can actually swim in it.”
Cal laughed behind him, a high nervous giggle that made it clear he was already feeling the effects of his first line. Glancing over his shoulder, Sawyer noted the dilated pupils and the hands restlessly tapping out a beat against his legs as he sat there with the mirror on the table, lines laid out as neat and as pretty as the things they promised…
“Lotsa luck finding that, jackass. For water that clean, you’ll need to buy your own goddamn island. You sure as hell won’t find that shit in LA.”
He wasn’t joking there…but that just made it funny. Snorting with suppressed laughter, Sawyer continued packing away his cash. He was sick of LA anyway…too much traffic, too goddamn much noise. Maybe after he met up with that cute little Lotto blonde tonight, he’d hit the pavement for greener pastures.
Lord knew green pastures would be a hell of a lot better for him than white lines, anyway.
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 391
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