James "Sawyer" Ford
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Revenge has no more quenching effect on emotions than salt water has on thirst
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on May 5, 2008 12:07:09 GMT -5
It was strange to hear Jack laugh. Sawyer had begun to doubt that the man even knew how. It was the kind of throw your head back, side splitting laughter that, unfortunately, only drunk people got to experience. Still, better than nothing. Too bad it didn’t last long.
“Oh, well that’s different,” Sawyer continued in the same vein, but it was obvious that Jack was not in a joking mood. Instead of being content to drown his sorrows he wanted to talk about them, in painful detail. It was annoying, or maybe Sawyer was just disappointed. Maybe he just wanted Jack to still be hung up on his ex-wife so, now that they were back, the doctor would forget all about Kate. Not that it mattered anyway; with her behind bars neither of them would be getting all that close to her any time soon.
“Women are only good for one thing,” Sawyer stated as fact. “And tha minute ya start lookin’ for more ya might as well just hand yer balls over on a silver platter.”
Maybe Jack wasn’t the only bitter one.
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Jack Shephard
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Don't. Pity. Me. You have no idea what I've been through.
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Post by Jack Shephard on May 7, 2008 20:23:33 GMT -5
Jack found himself scoffing, looking over at Sawyer with a slightly arched eyebrow. "Is that drunken bitterness I hear in your voice?" Jack asked sarcastically as he took another drink. "It's nice. Being married, it's--it's nice. For a while it's like...surreal. You're together with someone for the rest of your life. Through thick--thick and thin." Jack felt a hiccup, and he made a slight face. "So I'm bitter. We know why I'm bitter. Why are you bitter?"
The thought of Sawyer and Kate together flashed through his mind, and he wondered if that was it. He wondered if he even cared anymore about the fact of Sawyer and Kate together. Scratch it; Jack KNEW that was it. He didn't even want to think about it. The simple thought left a vile taste in his mouth that wasn't the alcohol. The way it was looking, neither one of them would have a chance at her now. She was worth fighting for, Jack knew, but it would be all for naught if it was behind jail bars.
Jack silently wondered if he should tell Sawyer that he was getting Kate's bail in the morning. He wasn't even sure how much it cost, but Jack was going to pay it no matter how much it cost.
"So, do you think they're going to come looking for you tomarrow morning?" Jack asked Sawyer against his glass before drinking the rest of the orange liquid down. "What'd you do anyway? Seems like if Kate hadn't been there with her own set of problems, they'd be chompin' at the bit to get at you." Jack was sure that being an annoying asshole wasn't a felony. It should have been, though.
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James "Sawyer" Ford
administration.
Revenge has no more quenching effect on emotions than salt water has on thirst
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on May 8, 2008 15:03:45 GMT -5
Shooting Jack a dark look at the question, Sawyer turned his eyes back to his empty glass. He wished he had stuck to that mantra. He had made a mistake with Cassidy, gotten in too deep, and he had practically destroyed her. He had taken all her money, broken her heart, and left her with... no, that was enough.
And then there was Kate. Maybe this was Karma getting him back for what he had done to Cassidy. He had played her, used her; she would have done anything for him. Now he was the one being used, the difference was that he knew it. He knew it, yet he let it happen. He did anything for Kate, and let her come crawling back to him without question. It was pathetic, and he hated himself for it... he only wished he could hate her too.
He didn’t need to say it. As Jack changed the subject, Sawyer knew it didn’t need to be said. Some times the con man was just as transparent as the empty glass in his hand.
“Me and Kate, we ain’t all that different,” Sawyer drawled, lowering his head slightly. He didn’t know what they wanted Kate for, but he knew what she was. She was a killer, just like him. That wasn’t what they wanted him for, though, for as far as he knew, nobody knew this fact about him yet... at least not that he had killed before the Island. Now there was so much blood on his hands he wasn’t sure they’d ever be clean.
He hoped murder wasn’t the crime they had Kate for either. That wasn’t an easy crime to get off on, and she would simply die in jail.
“It don’t matter. I did my time. That bastard just don’t know when ta give up.”
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