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im_notsweet

Vegas!!! Never Felt More Like Home!!

Sep 08, 2006 23:40

Sam had watched the island get smaller and smaller, and eventually it was just ocean below them. It was a miracle she had survived, and truthfully she knew she owed it to Rusty more than she was willing to admit. His natural instincts had kept them safe more than a few times, which actually equated to her realizing that maybe he was a bit more ( Read more... )

fm: rusty, fm: post island, fm: sawyer

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_complex_guy_ September 11 2006, 03:03:03 UTC

Sawyer had played the game a lot of years, and he knew when he was being thrown a line...and this one was a fairly long one, with a nice juicy piece of bait at the end.

He was a cynic...but he wasn't stupid.

"Well, I'll take y'all up on that, rest assured," he drawled with a smirk, "and ya may just get snag a few of my future settlement dollars...don't sweat it, Dollface, a sweet talker knows when he's bein' sweet talked, sugar." He paused, his smile growing. "But don't worry yerself...least yer honest 'bout gettin' yer hooks in me real early."

im_notsweet September 11 2006, 22:07:51 UTC

Sam knew that Sawyer would have her pegged, mainly because she was being extremely obvious. She was a career minded girl after all, and this was a chance for her to make up for the business she had lost by being stuck on that God forsaken island. She smiled politely, as she always did and then led Sawyer into the main lobby of the hotel. She knew she had to look a mess, and the last person she wanted to see was Danny. Thankfully by glancing around she figured that he was already watching her from the eye in the sky. Bare feet slapped a bit loudly on the tile floor on her way up to the front desk ( ... )

_complex_guy_ September 15 2006, 18:57:48 UTC

"Baby? Any sweeter, and I'm gonna need an insulin shot." he smirked, eyeing the two nearby women appreciatively. The whole setup was impressive...damn impressive.

But it didn't tickle him like it should have. Come to think of it, there wasn't a whole lot that was registering with him at the moment. He figured he was still in shock...the truth of rescue would hit him later, he was sure.

And when that happened...he wanted to be alone.

Turning to both of his very attractive, very female butlers, he couldn't help but grin. "Amanda and Cora, hmm? Butlers?" He paused, glancing at Sam with a sly smile. "Now is that all s'posed t' be a euphemism, or are you really gonna have these pretty little things on the clock to cater to my every whim, authentic-like?"

im_notsweet September 16 2006, 03:59:16 UTC

Sam smiled, having heard this sort of question more than once, and nodded. "Every whim, of course what goes on behind closed doors they really don't report to management, so I'd just ask that you respect the staff of the Montecito, because they respect you." Glancing down to the floor she smiled at her bare feet realizing just how unprofessional she must be appearing to the staff, but then again she was working immediately post rescue off of an island ( ... )