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Post by leandra on Jun 14, 2008 14:09:36 GMT -5
Well, wasn't Sawyer a happy bunny with a hangover Leandra thought to herself. She could only watch as her words reached him and he began to realise he wasn't with Kate at all, and obviously realising he had a hangover from hell as he turned over and pulled the other pillow over his head. Leah had to stifle a laugh.
What’re you doin’ here?....Leah didn't reply right away, instead she went to her bag got some painkillers, got a glass of water and returned to where Sawyer was lying on the bed. "Here, these should help with that" she said instead, and then put on her gown and sat at the dressing table to brush her hair.
"As a matter of fact, it's more what you're doing here, this is my room at the Roosevelt, not your own" she gently tried to explain, "I was too tired and you were too drunk to try and enforce the issue in the early hours of the morning when you were kicking the door and cussing" she continued with a small smile.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 14, 2008 15:45:01 GMT -5
Lifting the pillow, Sawyer peered out from beneath it. Catching sight of the water and pills he pushed the pillow aside and propped himself up on one elbow. Popping the pills, he took the water, drinking half the glass in one shot. Setting the glass aside on the bedside table, he fell back against the pillows. Why the hell did he keep doing this to himself? Was this brand of pain any better than the normal one?
Yes.
Of course it was. He’d take physical pain over emotional pain any day. Laying there for a moment while she talked, a few stray memories started to filter back that seemed to confirm at least part of the story. He remembered having trouble getting into his room, but how he ended up in bed with her... that he didn’t remember. As almost an afterthought the southerner cracked open an eye and peered down at himself reluctantly. His shirt was gone, but the jeans remained. That was a relief. If he was going to get laid, he at least wanted to remember it.
It wasn’t so much of a relief to learn this wasn’t his room though. Looking around suspiciously, it was the closet full of clothing, some of it actually pink and frilly, that convinced him. Groaning again, he resumed his earlier position with head beneath the pillow. Well this had been a right screw up. If he’d made as much noise as she said he had in the hallway, he’d probably end up with yet another story in the papers. Just what he needed.
“Son of a bitch,” was the only reply.
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Post by leandra on Jun 14, 2008 16:04:42 GMT -5
Poor Sawyer was the only thought running through Leandra's mind right now. Sitting on the chair continuing to brush her hair and watching him from the corner of her eye. He seemed a bit pissed off, but then a hangover which he was bound to have would make anybody feel a bit pissed off. She noted that he took the painkillers she left for him, that was good. At least the bad head he would be suffering would lift soon.
She also noticed he wasn't talking much, probably mulling over what happened last night. She could tell from the look on his face he was trying to figure out what exactly happened last night. "To refresh your memory a little more, I was teasing with you, but you didn't take me up on it one little bit" she explained with a small smile on her face.
"I was massaging your shoulders, you seemed to enjoy it, so I took off your shirt to continue while you were on the bed, but you fell asleep on me" she continued. That would probably please him, she could imagine that the last thing he would want to learn was that he had slept with her, when he was still pining for Kate.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 14, 2008 17:55:08 GMT -5
Did this woman have to talk so damn much? Even through the pillow her voice was going right through him, stabbing through his eardrums like tiny needles. His head felt like it was going to explode. It was becoming par for the course now, but he must have been on a particularly harsh bender last night.
“Good ta know,” Sawyer drawled, slowly pulling the pillow off his head. He had to get out of here and back to his own room where there was quiet. And room service was definitely on the breakfast menu this morning. If he had to stomach the elevator at this point then the elevator would more than likely end up wearing the contents of said stomach. “Sounds like a good night. Sorry I missed it.”
Sarcasm, maybe, but he was hardly in a cheerful mood.
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Post by leandra on Jun 14, 2008 18:19:09 GMT -5
Yes a hungover Sawyer was definitely much worse than a drunk Sawyer, and lot less fun to be around as well. Maybe she should have been more forceful with him last night, but he was so drunk he really wasn't taking no for an answer. So it would have been pointless anyway. Since he wasn't saying much back to her, maybe she should just stop talking. She had to admit, if she had a hangover from hell like he ought to have, the last thing she would want was someone whittling on her ear.
Sounds like a good night. Sorry I missed it..."Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit" was her sarcastic reply back to him. She picked up his shirt and passed it to him. "I'm going for a shower, feel free to join me if you like" she semi teased with a half smile. Although handing him his shirt, she was assuming that he would just put it on and quietly leave the room. Not that she wanted him to leave, even in the mood he was in, she liked being around him in so much close proximity, but she could tell from his body language he just wanted to get out.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 18, 2008 8:23:01 GMT -5
“I been called tha lowest form’a life before, so why not use it,” Sawyer snapped, snatching his shirt from Leandra’s outstretched hand. He was far too hungover to worry about being witty or charming or even decent at this point.
But this woman... he didn’t know what to make of her. Apparently she was quite forceful with him last night, ready to jump his drunken bones, and even now he had the feeling she wasn’t entirely joking with her offer. Was she always this bold and straightforward? He had to admit that the offer was tempting, a way to get his mind off all his problems; being back here, having his life splashed over all the newspapers, Kate...
He would be doing the same thing as her. He would be using this woman to forget about Kate just like she had used him back on the Island when she had been jealous of Jack and Juliet. Like hell.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re gonna have ta find a way ta entertain yerself in there,” was the nonchalant reply as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
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Post by leandra on Jun 18, 2008 8:46:56 GMT -5
I been called tha lowest form’a life before, so why not use it....Leah was annoyed when he said this. Not because he had snapped, after all he had a hangover from hell and she had been teasing him all night. She really ought to know better, but she couldn't help having this attraction to him. She had to get over it, because she'd never get him. She knew that. And given his current state, she'd hardly likely have him as a friend either. "I don't happen to think you are the lowest form of life though" she said with a smile and in gentle tones, not wanting to make his head feel any worse than it already was. "Underneath that tough exterior lies a teddy bear, no matter how much you deny it James "Sawyer" Ford" she said grinning.
She knew he wouldn't join her in the shower, and even if she was half serious, she was half joking as well. However, that said, if he had walked in, she wouldn't have been upset about it, not at all. She just smirked at his reply.
Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re gonna have ta find a way ta entertain yerself in there...."No problem, I've been used to it for three years" she replied a little melancholy. Being single could have it's advantages at times, but after three years, she sure as hell missed the company of a guy. Especially with everything that had happened recently, all she wanted, really wanted, was to be held in a guys open arms. Just a hug. Yeah she missed the sex, course she did, but just getting a hug, was the best feeling in the world.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 18, 2008 9:22:13 GMT -5
God damn it, he knew it. He knew as soon as people found out about his past they would start seeing him as some wounded little bird that just needed some love and kindness to fix it. He didn’t need to be fixed and he didn’t want their pity. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was pity.
Getting up from the bed, he ignored the pounding in his head and the nausea that threatened his stomach and made his legs feel weak. Grabbing Leandra’s arm roughly he pulled her against him, his eyes boring into hers.
“Bears ain’t all cute and cuddly,” he snarked, a definite icy edge to his tone. “They’re down right deadly.”
The conman practically growled these last words giving the impression that he was much more animal than man at times. He ignored her other words, no matter how surprising they were. Three years? That was a whole hell of a long time. He knew he couldn’t go that long, and as easy as she was making it for him he was surprised she had too. Most other man would barely have given it a thought before taking her up on the offer unless this was a new development, or one saved solely for him. She was just one of those women who liked to find men who were damaged and broken so they could fix them, mould them into the perfect mate. Well she wasn’t getting her claws into him.
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Post by leandra on Jun 18, 2008 9:33:04 GMT -5
She could tell from the expression on his face calling him a teddy bear wasn't the best thing she could have said. But she didn't care, and she wasn't scared of him. Not scared of him at all, and even when he roughly grabbed her arm, she didn't flinch or make a sound as if he had hurt her. In fact, in a lot of ways she quite liked the fact he was rough as well as ruggedly handsome. So if he thought he was hurting her or would upset her by grabbing her in that way, he was far mistaken.
Being pulled up against him was actually quite nice she thought, and even though his eyes were flashing with annoyance and maybe even anger, it was lovely to be so close to him to stare into them. His eyes were amazing.
Bears ain’t all cute and cuddly....They’re down right deadly....Leah shrugged lightly, "I said teddy bear, not grizzly bear" she teased slightly, "Okay deep down you're just a big softie, no matter how much you deny it, but don't worry you're secret's safe with me" she said still grinning.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 18, 2008 9:49:03 GMT -5
He was right earlier, she really didn’t know when to shut up. She just kept pushing, finding that little wound and constantly digging at it, opening it wider. If she wasn’t a woman he’d slap that grin right off her face.
“You don’t know shit about me!” he sneered, his fingers digging into her arm as he tightened his grip. His head felt like it was going to explode and his stomach churned, but he was far too angry to worry about it, or to even think of trying to keep his cool exterior. “Ya think just ‘cause ya read some fucking newspaper that ya know who I am? You got no idea.”
Turning around he pushed her roughly back onto the bed before stalking toward the door.
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Post by leandra on Jun 18, 2008 9:58:47 GMT -5
Oh, now she'd really annoyed him she realised. If she wanted to remain a good guy and not someone he hated, maybe she should just stop teasing him. It was obviously pushing him over the edge, as if everything that happened wasn't doing that already. Now he was hurting her, but she wouldn't let on he was, because she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her. However, she did stop grinning, because she didn't want him thinking she was making a joke out of the situation.
Ya think just ‘cause ya read some fucking newspaper that ya know who I am? You got no idea....This dumbfounded her a little, as she hadn't even read a newspaper since coming back from the Island. In fact newspapers were one thing she rarely even bought and read, because she never believed half the shit written about anyone. "Sawyer, I don't even know what you're talking about, I've not even seen a newspaper and I mean that" she really was being serious, no teasing this time. If he didn't believe her, there was nothing she could do or say to make him think different. But it was the truth. "I only know what I know from the time on the Island, I've no idea what you're talking about" she finished as she saw him heading toward the door after he pushed her down onto the bed.
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jun 18, 2008 10:17:46 GMT -5
She finally realised he wasn’t playing around. Maybe she wasn’t quite as dumb as her hair colour stereotypically suggested, but that didn’t change the fact that it was too little, too late.
“You don’t know shit,” he repeated, stopping to retrieve his boots and coat from the floor. He didn’t bother to take the time to put them on, instead heading straight for the door. “Whatever fantasy ya made up in yer head ya best forget about it. We’re back in tha real world now, and real life? It’s a bitch.”
Wrenching the door open, Sawyer stepped out into the hall and let it slam behind him.
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Post by leandra on Jun 18, 2008 10:34:19 GMT -5
Leah was left completely dazed by what Sawyer said to her about her not knowing shit. Maybe she didn't know everything about him right enough, but if he wasn't so messed up, she could have got to know more about him. She sighed gently as he rambled some more at her in his usual grunting manner. But she couldn't retaliate, because he had walked out of her room door and slammed it behind.
She just remained sitting on the bed feeling completely miserable. He had no idea how she really felt about him, not that it mattered, unrequited love, lust, passion what ever it was she felt for him, it sure as hell sucked.
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