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Who: Ana-Lucia Cortez & James "Sawyer" Ford
When: Late night, 31st.
Where: Bar.
Why: As long as he doesn't bring Kate with him, Ana would oblige to see Sawyer again, despite not knowing that he'd be in this bar...she just wants a drink.
Rating: PG-13 for almost PR0n.
Status: Closed; in-progress.
There she sat. Staring at the wide glass of tequila and tonic having already squeezed the wedge of lemon, sucking it dry. Most people couldn't take sour things. Ana craved it. Yeah you know those War Head candies? Her favorite. The woman could hold her alcohol like no other, but it was time to just relax. After all she had seen the biggest bitch on the island. Kate Austen. Then again, Cortez would beg to differ and indeed it was herself that was the biggest bitch on the island.
Why did everyone think she was dead? What the hell was going on these people's minds? Hazel gaze looked down at her drink as her olive colored hand went to turn the page of a car magazine on the counter and blinked as she fixed the elastic in her hair.