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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 5, 2008 20:00:10 GMT -5
“Eventually, they're going to figure out how to get into your room and you won't get much privacy." Charlotte stated, folding her arms across her chest. "Or they'll be waiting at the hotel for you. Take your pick."
She leaned back in her chair, her mind slightly numb from the amount of alcohol she had consumed in the past hour. She had actuall had two glasses before Sawyer had even arrived, she she was on a slight buzz as she glanced back over at him. "Maybe you should wait until it's dark to go back to the hotel."
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Post by naomi on Jun 6, 2008 3:41:55 GMT -5
Miles had been sitting at the back of the room, his face shadowed, watching. He'd hate to admit it, but for a guy with who didn't get attached to anybody, he was sure starting to miss his "buddies" from the freighter (not that any of them were really his buddies, but he did have a severe lack of acquaintences).
He missed irking Frank, Dan and Charlotte, and although he told himself that he was back to normal life now and needed to get back into the swing of things (although he hardly had many "things" to get back into the swing of) and he still found himself tracking them down anyway.
Dan was the easiest to track down, the weasel was still going about his research off the island. Charlotte could be found through him. And Frank... Frank must have fallen off the face of the earth because he couldn't find him anywhere. He probably got himself drunk somewhere and has since shown up as an unidentified body at some morgue that no one has bothered to claim.
The corner of his mouth lifted up in a smile as he heard the redhead he was watching converse with that Hillbilly from the island. Killed a man in Tunisia. That was the kind of information Miles liked to keep locked away for a rainy day. He was almost tempted to stay back and wait what else she would say that could go automatically into his locked box of blackmail material.
"Maybe you should wait until it's dark to go back to the hotel." He heard her say.
Normally he would have no beef in the Genius' business but that struck a chord. Miles knew he had to get involved before Charlotte did something stupid. Something beyond stupid with someone beyond stupid that he could already tell that she couldn't stand.
Miles grabbed the bottle he had been nursing and got himself up from the corner of the room, ambling over to the bar.
"Charlotte" a cocky smile played across his face as he approached the two of them. "Long time no see."
He nodded to the guy beside her, "and you... what was your name again?" Miles knew what his name was, not only was it all over the TV, but he'd remembered it since they met briefly on the island. He knew how quickly the guy had a rising temper though, so Miles acted aloof.
Miles turned back to Charlotte, annoyance playing over his features for a second. "So, the Genius know about this new development between you and the Hillbilly here? Or am I the first one with front row tickets?" His smirk widened.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 6, 2008 19:18:11 GMT -5
Sawyer had no doubt that at least the second option was more than just a possibility, it was inevitable. Reporters were practically camped out anywhere they could in front of the Roosevelt without getting their asses carted away by the cops. Maybe he should just stick around here a while longer, although the way Charlotte had said it...
Hell, it almost sounded like a proposition. Stay here, get drunk with her then sneak back to the hotel under the cover of night? Even more, it sounded almost tempting. Sure, he didn’t like her or trust her, but what did that have to do with anything? She sure seemed like a feisty one. He bet she liked it rough.
“Ya know, if I didn’t know any better, Red, I’d think ya were tryin’ ta get me-“ Sawyer started to reply until another voice suddenly interrupted them. Turning his head toward the guy, he immediately rolled his eyes when he saw who it was. Looks like this bar was the chosen hang out of the freighter people. If the twitchy one walked in right then the conman was giving up on this place completely. But this one hadn’t just walked in, now that he thought about it, meaning he was here before either of them showed up just lurking in the shadows.
“Ya know, stalkin’ ain’t tha best way ta get into a woman’s... good graces, Mark,” Sawyer replied, turning his stool around and leaning back against the bar.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 6, 2008 19:43:00 GMT -5
Charlotte blinked at him for a moment.
"I wasn't suggesting -." She began, but at the voice, her eyes narrowed slightly when she heard Miles voice. Quickly ordering another drink, she turned in her seat as Sawyer spoke.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Charlotte asked in a rather harsh tone. Her mind was rather numb, but it still functioned properly, and it told her that Miles usually wasn't the type to stalk people in bars. Unless it was his new job or something.
"I haven't spoken to Daniel in a while, and there is nothing going on between me and Redneck here." She replied, answering Miles' questioned. She glanced at Sawyer briefly.
"And I was merely suggesting you could wait to sneak into the hotel in the dark so they wouldn't see you. I said nothing to specify what you did between now and then, so both of you stop twisting my words around before my fist ends up in your face."
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Post by naomi on Jun 6, 2008 21:26:04 GMT -5
Miles ignored Sawyer for a second, stalking? Yeah, whatever... he'd been accused of worse. He took the liberty to take the other seat beside Charlotte loftily. "I'm just here for the same reason as everyone else, man" Miles told Sawyer, clinking his beer bottle with the man's before taking some of the complimentary bar nuts and sticking them in his mouth, "to drink."
"And you don't have to be defensive" he commented to Charlotte, considering she was the one he sat beside. "Just wanted to check Dan knew if you were going to sleep with some guy that pisses you off from the island, considering his puppy dog crush on you and all" He took another swig of his beer. He'd suddenly found a reason to drink tonight... company.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 6, 2008 22:30:40 GMT -5
Charlotte very nearly punched him in the face.
Hard.
Her hands balled into fists for a moment until she decided to reach forward and grab her glass of Vodka, taking a rather large drink of it before clenching her teeth together tightly. She looked at Miles.
"You must be some kind of stupid." She hissed, glaring at him. "I hate this guy, and I'm pretty sure he hates me just as much, if not more. And I like Dan, so I would never do something like sleep with this redneck." She growled before glanced back at Sawyer. "No offense." She added. "And if you open your mouth with a statement like that again, I'll make sure your teeth are embedded in the back of your throat."
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Post by naomi on Jun 6, 2008 22:43:52 GMT -5
Miles nearly laughed. Yep. He sure missed company. He stifled the urge however, just as to not get slapped. Not that it would have been a bad thing to get slapped by Charlotte Lewis and not like he cared. Just that it might have gotten in the way of the fun he was having.
Company was nice.
Miles threw another peanut into his mouth. "Sure. I'll pass on the message" he replied. Thinking about how Dan thought he could concievably handle a ball of fire like Charlotte. She was going to burn him alive one day... he just hoped Danny boy knew that. "So now that I know you two aren't an item, what got the two of you together?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer from watching them.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 8, 2008 20:56:52 GMT -5
When Charlotte denied his words, Sawyer just sat there and grinned smugly at her. Of course she’d deny it now that they had both pointed it out. But had her little buddy not shown up and had she gotten another drink to loosen her up, he was certain that he wouldn’t be leaving this bar alone later.
Rolling his eyes when Shortround invited himself to join them for a drink, the southerner held his tongue while they bickered like some old married couple. Redneck? Twice? Girl really needed to work on her nicknames... though not her threats. Feisty little minx, that one. Shrugging his shoulders at her ‘no offence’ statement, he merely drawled “None taken. Saves me from havin’ ta let ya down easy later.”
Leaning against the bar and tilting his head back, he glanced over at Miles. “Same thing as everyone else,” he mimicked, raising his bottle in the air in a silent salute.
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Post by naomi on Jun 8, 2008 22:28:58 GMT -5
"Well, as long as I'm sure I'm not interrupting" Miles continued to press the matter, with a knowing smirk that he was sure that he was interrupting. "I may as well stick around." Miles thought about small talk to make. He wasn't much for it, unless it entailed antagonizing people. He knew he sensed something immediately around Sawyer, something chilling... cold... and this bar wasn't one with air-conditioning.
"You know that guy you killed might not exactly be leaving you alone" Miles mentioned, chomping on nuts and washing them down with more beer. He didn't care about some ghost bothering this annoying Hick, it was Sawyer's problem not his but he thought he'd bring it up anyway since he was staying around with nothing better to do than annoy the people he was with.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 9, 2008 21:54:52 GMT -5
Any jovial attitude he was putting on, whether real or fake, didn’t last long. Fixing Miles with a look that was both annoyed and wondering just how crazy this kook was, he sighed deeply.
“I’m tha one that killed tha guy!” he suddenly burst out. Meeting the eyes of the bartender, Sawyer merely gave him a challenging look until the man decided to mind his own business before turning back to his two ‘companions’.
“As I was tellin’ yer little girlfriend here, tha bastard deserved it. I’m glad I killed him. I don’t give a damn about it, so I don’t know why all y’all are so worked up about it!” the conman snapped. Hell, if he’d known everyone would make such a big deal about it he would have let the bastard live, maybe just beat him to a pulp instead of blowing a hole through his chest.
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Post by naomi on Jun 9, 2008 22:12:46 GMT -5
Miles was heavily amused at his outburst. He didn't expect the man to get that crazy about the haunting... but he guessed the extra company of the undead kind wasn't as good of news for others as it was for him.
He hid another smirk. That man really knew how to piss off the undead. "You know, I wouldn't do that if I were you. If you say he deserved it he'll probably never leave you alone."
Miles chuckled and ordered over another beer as the stunned bartender seemed thankful for something to do besides give Sawyer another once over and try to avoid his eye. Miles finished the last of the bowl of nuts and passed the empty bowl up to the bartender again, requesting more as he drank another large gulp of his beer.
He wondered if the vast alcohol consumption was what made Charlotte suddenly so silent. He poked her to see if she'd topple off her stool.
"I can see why he's haunting you" Miles commented again in a creepy-manner, his face paler, catching Sawyer's eye.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 9, 2008 22:27:11 GMT -5
Charlotte remained silent as the other two spoke, absorbed in her own thoughts like she usually was anymore. She took another drink of the Vodka in front of her, growling when Miles poked her. She shoved him back, hoping he'd fall off his stool.
"You may want to keep your voice down about that kind of stuff." She said after a moment, having seen the look the bartender had given Sawyer.
"And will you shut up with that nonsense about ghosts?" She said to Miles, glancing at him. "Ghosts aren't real."
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Post by naomi on Jun 9, 2008 22:35:02 GMT -5
The shove that Charlotte gave Miles was so rough that it did send him toppling off his stool. He slid to the right and fell to the floor with a thud.
It hardly bothered him as he promptly got up, brushed himself off and sat back at the bar without a second thought about it.
"Yeah... and what was that that makes you an expert on life after death? A degree in anthropology?" Miles mocked. He grabbed Charlotte's glass and finished the rest of her drink. It was the least she could do after she knocked him on the floor so callously.
"Oh, and you owe me another drink" he said, before rubbing his eyes and digging back into the nuts that had arrived in front of him.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 9, 2008 22:41:59 GMT -5
What the hell was this guy’s deal, anyway? Was he really talking about the ghosts of people Sawyer had killed haunting him? He knew the guy was weird but he hadn’t known how far off his rocker he really was.
Looking over at Charlotte in disbelief, the southerner was relieved to hear that she wasn’t buying any of this crap either. At least one of them had some sanity, even if she was a cold fish. Although watching her send the nutbar on to his ass on the floor did win a laugh. Maybe she just needed to loosen up a little.
“You’re tellin’ me you see dead people?” he asked, shaking his head as Miles righted himself. “Whoo boy, I think ya best lay off tha horror films and tha beer.”
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Post by naomi on Jun 9, 2008 22:51:01 GMT -5
"Hear and feel, not see" Miles corrected, ignoring his disbelief. He expected this from Sawyer. But he didn't expect it from Charlotte. They'd spent long enough on the freighter that she should have known what he can do. Widmore wasn't going to hire a fraud. He twitched a little, thinking of this. He was frankly surprised that she still doubted him.
"You don't believe me? Just give me a second" Miles said, as he put down the nuts, blocked out everyone and concentrated on the other-worldly noises around Sawyer. His hands trembled as the cold surrounded him and he picked up on certain words. He appeared to speak backwards for a second before stopping and snapping open his eyes.
"Frank Duckett" Miles finally said, "That's the guy, isn't it? Used to sell shrimp or some kind of seafood, right?" Miles stared at him, waiting for confirmation
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