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[milliways_sawyer]

Sawyer sits in his room having just come back upstairs from a brief visit to the bar. He's a little unnerved at the idea of Tim the zombie, but then again he doesn't exactly trust anything that comes out of Tim's mouth.

Damn bar.

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[milliways_sawyer]

He starts fiddling with the knots holding her toga together. "Well, for starters, the sheets are back on the bed. And so are you."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

She peeks around him to eye the bed appreciatively. Then she glances back at him with that almost-shy smile she always seems to have when they're together.

"I don't think this sheet would really fit on your bed."

[milliways_sawyer]

He chuckles and starts tugging her back towards said bed. "Guess we'll have to improvise."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"I suppose so," she grins.

As they tumble to the bed she graciously concedes the victory to Ace, making a mental note to thank her friend later.