#c. andy

[sawyergraves]

Location: Primordial MC Clubhouse

@andythane​

“My money’s on the kid in blue— he’s definitely gonna eat shit first," Sawyer mumbled around his cigarette as he gestured at the two teenage boys hopping the curb with their bicycles and popping wheelies down on the street below them. From the clubhouse rooftop, he and Andy practically had a front row seat to the show. The kid in blue was cocky and too sure of himself, just like Sawyer had been at that age— a fact that made it all too easy for the blond to confidently place his bet on the guy. Sawyer had learned the hard way that overconfidence rarely ended well, especially when two wheels and pavement were involved. Chucking darkly as the young boy shakily landed his latest trick, Sawyer couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia rush over him as he watched the two of them. Sometimes, it felt just like yesterday that Sawyer and the man beside him were pulling off similar shit on the exact same street. Other times, it felt like a lifetime ago. “Ya think we ever looked that cool?” He asked as he turned to glance at Andy, the corner of his mouth lifting into a crooked smirk. “Maybe we just thought we did," Sawyer murmured a moment later, passing his cigarette over to the other man. Over time, he'd moved from popping wheelies on his bicycle to spinning doughnuts and hopping ramps on his first ever Harley like some sort of Evel Knievel wannabe. Looking back on it, Sawyer wondered how the fuck he'd even survived his twenties. “If I tried that now, I’d bust my fuckin’ ass right there on the pavement.”

[sawyergraves]

Location: Olympus Medical Center; August 14, 2021

@andythane​

His hair was still dripping wet from the shower when he barged through the hospital doors, his blue eyes wide and manic as he searched for a hint of familiar among a sea of strangers. His skin crawled the way it always did when he found himself inside hospital walls, but Sawyer hardly seemed to notice as his frantic gait carried him deeper into the ward. Bypassing nurses, doctors, and family members of other patients scattered throughout the halls, he was largely oblivious to the hustle and bustle all around him and instead, only had one thought ringing over and over in his head— what the fuck had happened? They’d loaded up the guns, had a brief exchange with Otto, and then Sawyer had found himself at Remi’s side for the rest of the evening with the expectation that in the morning, the world would keep on spinning the way it always had. Not flip on its axis. But one phone call had changed all of that and Sawyer’s head hadn’t stopped spinning since.

Spotting Andy in the waiting room, he nodded at him and quickly made his way over to his side. “Hey, brother,” he murmured, reaching out to clap a hand on his shoulder. “Came as soon as I could.” Shaking his head, Sawyer faltered for a moment, unsure of what to say. What could he say to sum up everything screaming through his head? Swallowing hard, he glanced over at Andy, “What do we know?”

[sawyergraves]

Location: Olympus Community Center

Status: Closed

@andythane​​

Sawyer was tired. It was the sort of exhaustion sleep wouldn’t fix, the kind that settled in when the soul itself was tired, and the biker knew the weight of it well. He didn’t know what time it was-- he’d lost track of that hours ago-- but judging by the amount of people huddled onto their cots, praying for just a minute of sleep, and by the ache settling into his bones, morning wasn’t too far away. Still, Sawyer couldn’t sleep even if he tried. Inhaling on his Marlboro, he spotted Andy milling about not too far away and cut a path towards him. With everything that had happened, he hadn’t gotten the chance to touch base with him the way he’d wanted to, and now that he’d finally caught the VP mostly alone, he saw his chance.

“Y’know, when they told me I was gettin’ out, I was expectin’ somethin’ a little different,” he murmured, his lips twisting into their usual smirk. Settling down beside him with a blustery sigh, Sawyer shook his head and laughed at the irony, unable to help himself, “Truth be told, this feels about right.” There was always something; Olympus was notorious for keeping things interesting, even when the people within its limits were in desperate need of a breather. Tipping his head back against the wall behind him, Sawyer tugged a long drag from his cigarette, content to let the silence settle over them for just a moment-- he guessed that Andy already knew what was on his mind, anyway. Dax. Not only had he been close to Michael, but he’d helped shape Sawyer into the man he was. He’d been family. His expression darkened at the edges as he exhaled a slow, billowing plume of smoke. “What happened to Dax--” he stopped short, scowling hard enough to drive deep worry lines into his forehead. “Shit’s unforgivable.” But Andy already knew that-- he had to. So what Sawyer was really asking was how bloody they needed to get in order to make it right-- and to make sure it never happened again. He glanced over at him, his expression a muddled mix between grief and rage, “What happens now?”