Newt stares at the drink in front of him because he can't even remember ordering it, but he shrugs and swallows it down. He's vaguely aware that Sawyer is doing something with his glasses, but he can't even find it in him to care right now. He's just going to assume it's for a good reason because the guy hasn't done anything super dickish to him yet, that's a good sign, right? "Gettin' dizzy," he slurs, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "But now everything's blurry, so lose-lose?"
"Maybe we're all dead," Newt says, but that's a really depressing thought and he frowns, swinging his head to look Sawyer right in the eyes. He leans in a little and through his haze, he's pretty sure he looks like an idiot right now, but it doesn't matter. Does anything matter? He's not sure if anything matters. He moves a hand to clap down on Sawyer's shoulder. "Hey, man. At least there's booze here, right?"
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Date: 2013-10-23 09:27 pm (UTC)"Maybe we're all dead," Newt says, but that's a really depressing thought and he frowns, swinging his head to look Sawyer right in the eyes. He leans in a little and through his haze, he's pretty sure he looks like an idiot right now, but it doesn't matter. Does anything matter? He's not sure if anything matters. He moves a hand to clap down on Sawyer's shoulder. "Hey, man. At least there's booze here, right?"