Day Thirty-One Who: Shannon Rutherford and Sam Tyler What: You heal my wounds and I'll heal yours... When: Day 31 after dinner Where: The bar Rating: PG-13 for language Status: Complete
Well, if Sam Tyler wasn't interested in a quick fuck to put their problems aside, Shannon could understand that, she supposed. In fact, she had a lot more respect for him, for it, if she was honest. The fact that he had a girlfriend back wherever he came from wasn't something she could've personally cared less about. She had Sayid, but Sayid wasn't here, so as far as Shannon was concerned, fair game. He had Annie and even though Annie wasn't here, he was committed. Admirable, if not a little annoying.
It seemed to Shannon that she and Sam had a bit in common - the fact that they had no friends here yet and the people they cared about were back home. Well. Maybe home for him; not for her. Home was a term she had learned to use very loosely, lately.
The idea of sitting at the bar with the golem in front of her was about as appealing now as it had been the other night with Greg, so she took her drink and, with a glare in the golem's general direction, she sashayed away and took a seat at one of the tables. She hadn't necessarily done it on purpose, but she'd chosen a different table, this time.
Sipping at her drink, she looked down at her watch - one she'd sorely missed the whole time she'd been on the Island and had asked the Planet to replace. She'd have to take it slow with this drink, considering the fact that all she'd been able to stomach for dinner was a passion fruit and an apple. God, she hoped that would let up soon... Nothing worse than having all she wanted at her fingertips and still not being able to stomach real food.
If Sam didn't show up soon, she'd call it a night; go back to her room, make use of the ballet bar again, and then cozy up on the damn floor because the stupid bed was still too soft compared to the sand to which she'd become accustomed. Hopefully, though, he would. Already, she'd unofficially adopted him as a friend and that was saying an awful lot about the guy, especially since she'd never met him in person. Part of her hoped he wasn't attractive, because if he was, that'd be all the more difficult for her to keep her cool and use him for what she wanted him for: an outlet for her emotions. Someone who sounded as broken as she did was perfect. No one would have to know that she was an emotional wreck except for Sam Tyler and she doubted he'd shout it from the rooftops, because he sounded like he was in pretty much the same boat.
So now, she just had to wait for him to show up. With another sip of her drink she crossed her legs and leaned back against her chair. He had until she finished the drink and she'd bail. Hopefully, he wouldn't disappoint.