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[confidence_man]

Sawyer sits in his room having just come back upstairs from a brief visit to the bar. He's a little unnerved at the idea of Tim the zombie, but then again he doesn't exactly trust anything that comes out of Tim's mouth.

Damn bar.

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[sendpeanutbtr]

Claire stands outside Sawyer's door, nervously fiddling with her mini!toga which, if possible seems even more of a miniature today. She was really going to have to talk with Bar about this. Her hair falls over one shoulder-- the bare one-- in an effort to appear more clothed. Her bare toes dig into the carpet beneath her. She doesn't care to analyze why her stomach is fluttering so much.

A bet is a bet, and well, she has no choice.

She knocks on the door.

[confidence_man]

"It's open."

[sendpeanutbtr]

She takes a deep breath and opens the door, stepping inside, and shutting it behind her.

"Hey," she smiles. The blush already starts creeping along her cheeks but she keeps her chin high and her eyes locked on his.

[confidence_man]

He grins. "Afternoon, angel. Laundry day?"

[sendpeanutbtr]

She smirks, somewhat victoriously. She could just leave now and call it a day. But now she's curious to see if there's any truth to Ace's assumptions. So instead of turning around and heading back to her oom to change, she stays put. The smirk takes on a decidedly more wicked quality.

"Oh, this?" She looks down at the sheet and shrugs. "Just trying out a new look. You don't like it?"

[confidence_man]

He stands up and starts walking slowly towards her. "I never said that, now did I? It's not my favorite look for you, but it's pretty damn close."

He just begging for her to ask what his favorite look for her is.

[sendpeanutbtr]

She doesn't move as he advances on her, save for the toes of one foot curling in anticipation.

"Oh. Then what," she peers up at him, the smile on her face bright and curious, "is your favorite look for me?"

[confidence_man]

He starts fiddling with the knots holding her toga together. "Well, for starters, the sheets are back on the bed. And so are you."

[sendpeanutbtr]

She peeks around him to eye the bed appreciatively. Then she glances back at him with that almost-shy smile she always seems to have when they're together.

"I don't think this sheet would really fit on your bed."

[confidence_man]

He chuckles and starts tugging her back towards said bed. "Guess we'll have to improvise."

[sendpeanutbtr]

"I suppose so," she grins.

As they tumble to the bed she graciously concedes the victory to Ace, making a mental note to thank her friend later.