Questionable Acts // Sawyer & Amp
"That fucker says that I'm throwing tantrums," Sawyer huffed under her breath as she hiked her bag up onto her shoulder. "I'll show 'em a fuckin' tantrum if they really want one." Wiping her sweat matted hair away from her forehead, Sawyer let out an exhausted breath. Not only did she have to manage relationships, a job, and bitchy furies, now Sawyer had to deal with Amp. Amp, who admittedly, was helping her out of many money problems. "Can't you just stick to thievery?" Sawyer's voice rang out across the empty parking lot as she walked towards Club Dionysus. The evening was sticky and hot, making Sawyer wish that she had put on a tank top instead of a t-shirt made of heavy fleece with the words 'FXXK YXU' printed in even heavier thread. It hung low off of Sawyer's shoulders, showing nothing but tanned skin below its wake. At least she was wearing a pair of shorts. Her sandals were strapped to her feet, and with every step she took, more pieces of gravel would tuck under her feet. Her whole wardrobe choice had been a bad decision. Unfortunately for her, Sawyer hadn't had enough gas money to fill Cam up, which meant that she had walked all the way to Amp's luxurious little club. Admittedly, Sawyer hadn't really stepped foot in Dionysus unless it was to deliver to Amp, and even then, she was in and out. Quick and easy, no questions asked. She'd take her payment and go.
Things were different now. Even Sawyer noticed that. Amp's proposal sat in the back of Sawyer's mind. If she did this for him, that would mean that there'd be no going back. Picking up and dropping off was entirely different than smuggling. Quietly, Sawyer wondered why Aiden hadn't been propositioned with the job. Was he too far into his own bullshit to actually help Amp out, or was this all some grand scheme to get Sawyer in a jail cell? No.. Amp wouldn't do that. If she went down, he'd go down with her. There'd be no way he could weasel himself out of that much shit. Approaching the club now, Sawyer took the steps two at a time and threw open the door. Glancing around, the brunette took note of the number of people that were already there. It was Saturday, which meant that the majority of Barton Hollow was now trying to drown their sorrows and indiscretions in several different varieties of alcohol. And maybe even some alcohol. Turning to look at a large, burly man, Sawyer tapped on his shoulder. "Amp's waiting for me."
Suddenly, Sawyer wished she could take her words back. That made it sound like she was some call girl. "I'm gay!" Sawyer blurted out. What in the hell was she even trying to say? The look on the man's face told Sawyer that he genuinely didn't care who she was, but that she was there, and it was apparent that he knew Amp was waiting for her. Following the man up a set of stairs, Sawyer entered Amp's office and looked at him oddly. "So uh, I'm finally here. Sorry, I had to walk- do you like, have a water or something? It's really fucking hot." Fucking Louisiana summers.
