the_long_con (the_long_con) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-05-29 12:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: kate austen, character: sawyer |
From one hell to another...
Who: Sawyer and Kate Austen
What: Reunited and it feels so good...
When: Thursday, May 29.
Where: The Ratcatcher Inn
Warnings: Feels, probably language. Did I mention feels? Will add others when/if they occur.
Status: Ongoing.
Sawyer had been looking for Kate all damn week but to no avail. He'd asked at the police station. He'd poked his head into the hospital for a spell. Hell, he'd threatened to kick the ass of the worker at the front desk of The Sleep Hollow if he didn't give up her room number but that didn't pan out so well. He'd searched as well as he could in town, but things were getting even more creepy than usual and he still didn't have a gun. He didn't have any friends either (and he liked it that way) but he heard snatches of conversations...mutterings about souls...and possession. It had been over a week since Kate initially made contact, not making any lick of sense at all. Sawyer was sacred for himself but, surprisingly, more scared for her. And like any warm-blooded, scared-shitless American male, he decided to get a little drunk about it.
The Ratcatcher Inn wasn't the worst drinking establishment Sawyer had ever frequented, but it sure as shit wasn't the best. A couple of good-ole-boys sat drinking at a grimy four-top, looking rheumy-eyed and miserable, but other than that the place seemed blissfully deserted...of people and of whatever evil was lurking in the shadows. Sawyer took a seat at the bar and signaled for a bourbon, throwing down some coin leftover from his earlier bartering. The bartender grunted and passed him a a glass of murky amber liquid. It was not good but Sawyer nursed the drink anyway, intent on becoming oblivious to everyone and everything, when someone sat down next to him at the bar.