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Jun 15, 2010 17:29

Ain't a damn thing says he can't sit at the bar all by his lonesome and have a drink, just like there ain't a damn thing says he can't see if he could figure out a way into what's got to be about the single most potentially lucrative business on this rock. There's got to be a way. There's got to be... oh, some angle, some way to play it so it makes things real easy for him to just slide right in and take over. Ain't like Spike's makin' money off it, that's for damn sure. Man said as much, how he was only doin' it as a favor 'cause Freckles asked so nice.

But he ain't figured it out yet, and that only means the time ain't right. It will be.

In the meantime, he sits and sips at his scotch -- good stuff, this Martian scotch, he'd like to bring a bottle of it back to show off just for the hell of it, not that he'd share it with anyone there besides Freckles -- and thinks. There's a way, there's a way, there's a damn way. He's just got to find it is all.

And also in the meantime, he's still avoidin' the elevators. Just on general principle.

martha jones, sawyer, [completed]

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