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kate & sawyer: nc-17.
[Continued from here]Nothin' like shower sex ( Read more... ) -
voicemail. [hearts & minds]
"You've reached Sawyers answering machine. Have fun."
Beep -
west attic.
After coming back from Caritas, drunk, Sawyer flops into bed and groans. Major hangover, he knew this and dreaded it.
[[Open. Come bug the drunk guy. Srsly.]] -
west attic. [nfb]
Sawyer's pacing the West Attic, he hadn't seen Tempe in some time and was really angry at this fact; growling, he finally just crawled into bed and tried to sleep but failed, he tossed and turned all night. -
ooc:
[so did not buy 'arrested development' season one...just for GOB]
nope...not me. -
a4, aye aye.
Sawyer didn't sleep to well last night, he hated the fact that Tempe was gone again and he was left with a cold bunk for a few weeks but she had some things to take care of and he wasn't going to keep her from it. But his nightmares seemed to haunt him, his Pa shooting himself on his bed when he was eight years old - definitly not good dreaming ( Read more... ) -
a4, aye aye.
Sawyer hated his cabin, no one was alive last time and he was pretty much alone in it the whole time. Tossing his things on his bed, he looked around and spotted the glitter still on the thanks to Tempe. He smiled a bit before heading out to see what was going on around other cabins that might be more lively. -
west attic. [nfb]
After pulling Tempe out of her room, Sawyer led her to the West Attic, covering her eyes with his hand as he opened the door. He had set up the table with candles and a meal that he had ordered made himself. Right.
"You ready to be surprised, darlin'?" Leaning down, he whispered in her ear as he inched her inside and shut the door behind them. " -
west attic.
Sawyer was lounging on the couch in the West Attic, the door was open to allow a flow of cool air to settle in the are. He was reading a magazine about cars or something manly like that.
[[ Open for interaction. ]] -
[NFB]
GOBs special at the bar made him really, really drunk. Sawyer finally made it up the steps to his room without falling over, he swings open the door and slams it behind him. Groaning, he strips off his clothes and sprawls out in bed.
"...I hate alcohol." Closing his eyes tight, hoping Tempe would stop by later that night.