"Wouldn't be surprised if we were," Sawyer admits, watching Newt with a distant and amused look, before deciding to reach for his glass of ice water instead of the rest of his drink. Newt's already got the look of a man long gone and just clinging to the edge of the table, and without any guarantee of his recovery time being quick, Sawyer's quickly seeing himself saddled with the task of taking Newt home.
Weirdly, he doesn't mind.
"Speakin' of booze, think we should probably cut back before you start prayin' to the porcelain gods," he points out, reaching out for a couple of pretzels and popping one over to Newt. "Do you remember where you live?"
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Date: 2013-10-24 03:59 am (UTC)Weirdly, he doesn't mind.
"Speakin' of booze, think we should probably cut back before you start prayin' to the porcelain gods," he points out, reaching out for a couple of pretzels and popping one over to Newt. "Do you remember where you live?"