LOCKE
"Oh he's cute and he's smart." Locke snorts, another swig of booze hiding a crooked grin. He wonders what gave it away. Probably the trees comment. His even present tan probably didn't help. Maeve also said his clothes always smelled like salt but he doesn't know how much that has lingered. It's fine.
Sah doesn't seem interested in his proposal which is fine but his question makes Locke's face scrunch in confusion. "Hug is.. One way of putting it.. But no, I'm not asking for a hug.." Maybe he's being too forward. Shame. The other man isn't bad on the eyes. "Why don't we play a game instead.." He holds the bottle out to Sah, something like a gesture of friendship.
Sah doesn't seem interested in his proposal which is fine but his question makes Locke's face scrunch in confusion. "Hug is.. One way of putting it.. But no, I'm not asking for a hug.." Maybe he's being too forward. Shame. The other man isn't bad on the eyes. "Why don't we play a game instead.." He holds the bottle out to Sah, something like a gesture of friendship.
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
