Location: Restricted Access
@finnoconnor
Idling to a stop outside of Restricted Access, Sawyer climbed down from his Softail and set a cigarette between his lips. He'd had yet to drop by since his release from prison, but after Finn's call, he'd decided it was finally time to pay the place a visit. Plus, it would give him the chance to catch up with Finn— something else he hadn't done since he'd gotten out. Stepping inside, Sawyer's eyes widened as he darted a brief look around, taking in the scenery for a moment until he spotted Finn. "Hey, man," he called out, giving him a quick nod. "Glad ya called, I was bored outta my goddamn mind." A lie. Truthfully, he'd been about five seconds away from diving headfirst into a bottle, hoping that a quick race to the bottom of it might somehow dull the harsh reality of what had happened at the warehouse. But paying Finn a visit was a far better distraction, and one he'd jumped at the moment his phone rang. Inhaling on his Marlboro, Sawyer gestured around the space with a flick of his wrist, "Nice place ya got here."
