#interaction: js

[sawyerpearce]

old times | sawyer&jimmy

TAGGING ➝  Sawyer Pearce and Jimmy Smythe

LOCATION ➝ Jimmy’s place

TIME FRAME ➝ 8/15, late evening

WARNINGS ➝ n/a

NOTES ➝ a lit time between lit people !

She wasn’t going to lie, it had been a while since Sawyer and Jimmy had hung out and just been the stupid, flaky shits that they had been as children. Growing up with someone so similar had been quite the blessing for Sawyer. Jimmy had always, sort of, just been there for her and understood her own neurotic ways. Their friendship had just always been easy and it had been quite sometime since the pair got up to their usual antics. 

Rummaging through her junk drawers, Sawyer let a low chuckle. Through the years, her collection of shit had just built up, moving it from place to place and never really sorting through it. She pulled out a tattered photo of the pair, spray cans in hand whilst they beamed with their infamous genitalia art behind them. Sawyer smiled, triggering a thought. Surely she must have had an old spray can in her draw of shit somewhere. “Gotcha,” she muttered after searching for a little while. A battered spray paint can lay at the very bottom and Sawyer wondered if it even it even worked or had any pain left in it after ten years. Either way, she knew Jimmy’d at least appreciate the nostalgic-ness of it all.

Pocketing both the photo and the can, Sawyer grabbed the remainder of the weed she had from the week and made her way to Jimmy’s. It was late but Sawyer was excited to show Jimmy her groovy discovery. Sawyer pulled out her phone, letting Jimmy know that she was out of the front. ‘Yo Jimbo. I’m out the front of yours...’ the text read, ‘Let me in. i have cool discoveries for u.’ Now she’d just have wait for them to get off their ass and let her in.

[sawyerpearce]

FTF → Jimmy & Sawyer.

Sawyer was tipsy -- okay, she was actually pretty drunk. Halloween was not her thing at all and despite her constant back and forth mindset about going to Layla’s party, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Sawyer had way too much pride to go to something that she had just spent the last two weeks talking badly about -- even if there was going to be free booze there.

So, Sawyer spent the night exactly like she had planned -- with a bottle (or two) of wine and was about to head to bed when she got the tiniest twinge of regret. Maybe she should go to the party. It wasn’t like Sawyer to miss out on anything remotely party related and perhaps it was the wine but Sawyer didn’t really want to miss out. “Fuck it,” she muttered, half mad but half pleased at her decision. She stumbled to get her coat and threw it over her shoulders before she could change her mind. There was no fucking way that she’d even consider a costume, not at this hour and certainly not in her drunk state.

The walk to anywhere in Cotton Plant wasn’t long and Sawyer knew the place like the back of her hand so getting there really wasn’t that hard. What did surprise her though was the distinctive figure leaning up against Layla’s front fence. A wide grin broke out on her face as she sped up her pace a little, breaking out into a little skip. “Yo Jim!!” she called out to them, her voice excitable and loud as she managed to make out their face in the dim lighting.