How's your Back Hand? { SAWYER }

[Jack Shephard]

Thankfully, they had found more balls where the table had landed, because as Jack lunged to hit the small white ball, a grunt escaping his lips, he hit the ball a little too hard. He watched as it soared inches past Sawyer's head, and into the surf. Looking to where the white ball got taken away by the waves, Jack frowned slightly, his breath hitched up as he placed the hand that held the ping-pong paddle on his hip, almost shocked that he had managed to hit the ball straight into the ocean.

"Well...shit."

Jack looked from the ocean to Sawyer, and let a smirk cross his face. "I'll give you my box of Dharma Pebbles if you go out there and get it. And I think that counts as a win for me." he said before taking a drink. "Hurley said that he found more balls down the beach, in case you're a sore loser."

The water was cool on his lips, even against the heat of the Island. "Oh, hey. Did I tell you I found my wallet in the jungle when I was going to get water? My passport, too."

[James "Sawyer" Ford]

“Son of a – “ Sawyer started to swear as he ducked his head. The ping pong ball flew just barely past him and out into the water. Turning around to watch it, he gave a low whistle before turning back to Jack.

“Nuh uh, Doc. That one didn’t even come close ta hittin’ tha table before it tried ta take my head off,” he replied with a smirk. Finally, something the good doctor wasn’t perfect at. He could gold, play poker, steal hearts, save people, swim like the devil and leap over tall buildings in a single bound. Stiff competition in any game.

Except, apparently, Ping Pong. “An’ I ain’t goin’ out there ta get it just so you can see me with my shirt off.”

Balancing the handle of the paddle on the table, Sawyer gave it a spin. “Lucky break. If we ever get off this rock you can prove who ya are.”

[Jack Shephard]

"It hit the table!" Okay, it glanced off the table on it's way towards Sawyer's head, but still, there was ball-to-table contact. Sawyer mentioned that he wasn't going out in the water just so Jack could see him with his shirt off, and he scoffed slightly, shaking his head with a slight grin. "Yeah, Sawyer. 'Cause that's just what I wanna see. And that's great, more Dharma Pebbles for me."

Jack moved over towards the jungle, searching for where Hurley had put the balls that he had found. He spotted them and reached down, grabbing two before walking back over to the ping-pong table, just to hear Sawyer speak about getting off the Island and proving who he was. "Yeah, well, it'd come in handy if there was a coffee bar around here. I think I got addicted again when I was at the Barracks."

"And, I'm no Forrest Gump at ping-pong, but considering that I havn't played since I was like, twelve, that's not sayin' much, is it?" he asked, tossing the small ball to Sawyer.

"You're up."