OPEN: everyone LOCATION: last call
âThis is my go away face,â Sawyer said sourly as someone sat next to her. Maybe coming to a bar when being in such a mood was not the best idea but then again, she wanted to drink and not do it entirely alone. As long as no one offered her sympathy or asked her any sort of questions. âIf you insist on being there, you could at least pay the next round.â
"Man, every Walker in town this... charming?" Amusement coated his tone as he sat beside Sawyer, not at all swayed by her choice of words. "Thought Logan had the monopoly on bad moods. Must be a family trait." He smirked, head nodding as his gaze found the bartender's and he signaled them over. "Hey, it's your old man who signs my checks, so if you think about it, your surly ass is actually paying for it." Or was. Shit, poor choice of words considering David was now in a coma. So he grinned and did his best to ignore his foot in mouth moment. "What we drinkin', huh? Better be something good."
"That's why we're so popular," she shot back taking the other in. Livestock agent, probably one of theirs? Sawyer didn't keep up with her father and brother's antics, that side of the family business, but she had a certain understanding of it. She didn't have much of a choice. "Genetics run deep." A smile crept on her features at the mention of Logan, a Walker she liked more than her own brother. Maybe because he had no part in the family business. "Damn, that's cold," she said as her smile got bigger. "I like it. Blood money will pay our drinks. Yours and mine." They had fought, the last time they spoke, her father and her. But most of their interactions went that way, it was nothing new. Sawyer didn't know what it meant, with him in a coma, if their last words would be the ones they spat at each others. "Something strong and cheap, something that will make us regret this night, what do you say?"













