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[confidence_man]

Sawyer sits in his room having just come back upstairs from a brief visit to the bar. He's a little unnerved at the idea of Tim the zombie, but then again he doesn't exactly trust anything that comes out of Tim's mouth.

Damn bar.

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[sendpeanutbtr]

Claire stands outside Sawyer's door, nervously fiddling with her mini!toga which, if possible seems even more of a miniature today. She was really going to have to talk with Bar about this. Her hair falls over one shoulder-- the bare one-- in an effort to appear more clothed. Her bare toes dig into the carpet beneath her. She doesn't care to analyze why her stomach is fluttering so much.

A bet is a bet, and well, she has no choice.

She knocks on the door.

[confidence_man]

"It's open."

[sendpeanutbtr]

She takes a deep breath and opens the door, stepping inside, and shutting it behind her.

"Hey," she smiles. The blush already starts creeping along her cheeks but she keeps her chin high and her eyes locked on his.

[confidence_man]

He grins. "Afternoon, angel. Laundry day?"