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GOBs special at the bar made him really, really drunk. Sawyer finally made it up the steps to his room without falling over, he swings open the door and slams it behind him. Groaning, he strips off his clothes and sprawls out in bed.

"...I hate alcohol." Closing his eyes tight, hoping Tempe would stop by later that night.

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[fatalvoyage]

Tempe let herself into the West Attic, using the key that Sawyer had *handwavily* given to her. She'd kind of lost track of him after the fireworks, when she'd stopped to grab another lemonade and had lost him in the crowd. But she wasn't worried. She knew he'd find his way back here eventually.

Speaking of which...

As she entered the bedroom, she noticed a sprawled-out lump on the bed. A naked sprawled-out lump, she was pleased to notice, as she took the time to ogle his fine muscular form.

She stepped closer to the bed. Sawyer looked to be pretty out of it, his clothes flung heedlessly to the floor. She picked them up, folded them and placed them on the chair near his bed. She'd noticed as she was folding, how the strong scent of alcohol had permeated the garments.

"Oh, Sawyer," she said a little sadly, walking closer to the bed and sitting down on the edge. If truth be told, Sawyer looked a little pathetic.

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Sawyer grumbled in his sleep as he felt a dip in the edge of his bed. He turned to his side and settled back down into the comforter below him. The drinking had honestly gotten out of hand but two days of drunkedness would last him a few weeks.

[fatalvoyage]

She stroked his head gently, fingers tangling in the hair that had gotten a bit scruffier over the last few weeks.

"Are you going to do this every night? Drink your troubles away, instead of finding a healthier outlet? Are you so afraid that I'm going to leave, that you're trying to drive me away now?" Tempe said quietly, not so much to him, as much as out loud and around him. "Because, I have to tell you, that's not going to work. I love you, Sawyer, I honestly do."

"I know you feel like you're a horrible person, considering some of the things that happened with you and Paige. But we all do things we're not proud of, Sawyer, things we wish we'd never done. Things that change our lives so irreversibly, that it seems like nothing will ever be the same again. Things that seem so unforgivable."

"But I believe in second chances, Sawyer. And I believe that people can change for the better. Don't ever doubt that."

She leaned over and kissed his forehead.

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After his parents died and Sawyer got a tad bit older he had been drinking to soothe his depression; especially when he got into conning, the drinking increased atleast socially with those he was conning at that moment in time.

Then with Paige, his guilt over rode his emotions and his better judgement. Paige made him do crazy things, he felt as if she was all he needed in life but he really needed self-worth. So, instead of pleasing her and her wants, he went on to change his temperment.

Sawyer felt complete with Temperence, she gave him that stupid butterfly feeling in his gut and made his heart jump into his throat when he was even just standing next to her.

"Mom..don't.." Snapping out of a nightmare, he shot up breathing deep and fevered as he stared right into the eyes of his girl. "Uhm..Hey." Feeling awkward.