"Me outing you so I could keep my spot on the raft?" Sawyer asked incredulously. "That's the last thing you remember about me?" He stared at her for a moment. He'd heard about people "losing time" here; friends that knew each other from their lives before this hellhole came into this town at different time periods...it was fucking weird. But Sawyer was well acquainted with the fucking weird stuff, being on The Island for so damn long, that he took this revelation about Kate better than most. If the last thing she saw was him leaving on the raft...well shit. No wonder she ignoring him.
"Aw, puddin', I hate to break it to you but we have a lot more history than you know," Sawyer drawled, recalling his memories of her he'd accumulated since leaving on Michael's raft. God, there were a lot of them. How could he ever begin to relay them all? Would she even believe him if he did?
"...it just ain't happened to you yet. But even you have to remember I love tying getting a little tipsy with you, so I'll extend that alcohol as an apology and let's have us a little chat."
Sawyer motioned to the bartender for another bourbon for Kate instead of swiping the alcohol like she had bidden him. Not that he was opposed to stealing, obviously. Just if they were going to be here for awhile, he didn't want to burn bridges quite yet.