friday is forever {sawyer}

[Annalise Rebekah Shaw]

Fridays. Fridays were always the worst. After an entire week of teaching, all Annalise Shaw really wanted to do was put on some fuzzy pajamas and curl up in front of some lame TV show, preferably one where someone was falling off something or getting gunged or something like that. But no. Apparently between student loans, rent and you know, her crazy desire to actually eat, her lifestyle was more than her salary. That was why when she got the chance to work at a new bar in town she jumped at it so fast she very nearly ripped the owners hand off. So now, despite being exhausted beyond belief, she was here, playing the dutiful barmaid. She only did it four nights a week and in all honesty, she didn’t hate it. As a job, it was great, she loved her boss, in general the punters were okay, only the occasional asshole, and she enjoyed it, she was just so tired. It was almost killing her that tonight was so quiet. It always was around the full moon. That was the thing though - When you were tired, the last thing in the world you wanted to do was stop, that just made you feel a whole lot worse. She’d spent most of the night cleaning the bar, the fact she could see her face in it didn’t matter, she needed to do something. It was her own reflection however that finally made her sigh. Throwing down her cloth, she grabbed a bottle away from the optics and headed towards the guy that had been staring into his glass all evening and embraced the cliche. Putting the bottle on the counter in front of him, Annalise leaned forwards. ”Wanna talk about it?”

[Sawyer James Knox]

Ah the good old bar. How much Sawyer spent his time here no one would ever really know. 

Drink away your sorrows, wasn't that the saying? Hell he had been doing that for over ten 

years so why stop now. The hunter was good at hiding his emotions, or the fact he doesn't 

have any emotions on anything at all. Hunting was his life. It was the one constant he has 

had in his life since birth. The one time he thought he could ignore that and live like the 

rest of the world ended in the death of the one person he ever cared about. Oh no, he's not 

going to make that same mistake again. Today was a bad day though. Sawyer didn't like

being in his head half the time, it was a dark and dangerous place but some days you couldn't 

help but be sucked back in. He'd just finished a hunt, a vampire nest that was feeding on 

the young and innocent. One of their victims reminded him of his deceased beloved, so here 

he was drinking away his sorrows. His blue eyes even though drunk kept staring at the blond 

bartender that was wandering around obviously bored. He'd seen her every night he'd come in 

here and every night they wound up talking. Sawyer wasn't one for sharing but damnit, this 

woman brought it out of him. He played with the remaining dregs of his drink when he heard 

the sound of another bottle and her sweet melodic voice. The semi drunk man gave a half smile 

as he grabbed the new drink and took a sip. "Now why would I torment your life with the 

nightmares going on in my head?" he teased with those cute laughing wrinkles around his 

eyes. "I'm sure you have much better things to do with your time," he sighed as he propped
his head up on his hand, just staring at her.

[Annalise Rebekah Shaw]

Annalise couldn't deny she had a soft spot for this guy, hell with the way she could get through to him it was almost like the two were becoming friends or something. She'd always wanted to be there for people, maybe that was why a job as a bar tender was so appealing to her, but this guy... There was something that drew Annalise toward him. It was something more than the fact this guy was probably her best customer or that she knew she'd miss him if he didn't come by every night. She really did care about him. So when he came in, looking more miserable than normal, she just couldn't really stand it. She knew the alcohol would help loosen him up even if most other people probably would have cut him off at this point. Not Annalise. "Well actually...." Annalise motioned around her at the empty bar and leaned forward, propping her head on her hands to mock him, eyes staring directly into his. "I want to know about the nightmares going on in your head... I want to know and I want to make them better. Besides, I'm not asking, I'm buying answers with my wonderful bottle."

[Sawyer James Knox]

Sawyer could almost sense that she was trying to pull him out of his funk, hell he would gladly let her if she could take his mind off of what had transpired in the last twelve hours. But nothing was going to change the past, that’s what he learned a long time ago. You just had to live with what you have and try your best to move on past it. It wasn’t easy, it was hard as hell and here he was still trying to get over all the wrongs that had happened in his life. No, he was far from the poster child for being okay. The blonde in front of him helped, but the dark shadows in his whole being would always be there. ”It’s not something you can easily just fix Lise,” he started, remembering her name quite plainly. He would never admit it but Sawyer thought of the name quite a bit and the girl attached as of late. Not that he would do anything, she was a friend, a person who gave him alcohol. It wouldn’t be anything else as long as he could help it. ”This is a wonderful bottle but the dark nightmares in my head would even make a girl like you run and hide. Best we just keep it a mystery from ya, so you can sleep tonight,” he chuckled lightly as he took another drink. Clearly he was past that limit but he liked Lise, she never cut him off unless he was on the verge of alcohol poisoning. Who wouldn’t want a friend around that helps enable your habits?

[Annalise Rebekah Shaw]

Annalise rolled her eyes. It was sad but it was all so common to see hunters like this. A hunter would most likely have something that pushed them into it, they were normally damaged, from their life before or during their hunting career. That being said, there was only one that Annalise felt she needed to help. Maybe there was part of her that felt like she should or more importantly could save him. "You say that like you know me well enough to assume what I can handle." Picking up a glass she filled it with drink, swirling the contents around. "Tell you what, you tell me, and if I can't sleep tonight I'll give you a call..." The guy had, after all, spent weeks trying to get her into bed.