Scared the stars won't show me

Well, already off to a rough start evidentially, as she was immediately spotted by the Big Boss (as she un-affectionately referred to him as from time to him) even despite her best efforts to slip in quietly. "Don't --" Eve grumbled, as he walked over, offering a small wave to her co-workers who also greeted her with glee. "There's still time for me to turn around and leave, y'know," She winced slightly as a strong (very strong) arm wrapped around her shoulders and began to guide her towards the bar, the sudden contact unexpected. "Only the first drink? What, you drag everyone out here every week and they're not even allowed to run up your tab?" She remarked wryly, glancing up at him. "What do you have against rum? Bad experience with it back at the frat?" Okay, now she was just busting his balls, but she wouldn't have been surprised if she was right on the nose. "I'm good with whatever, I just didn't want to play 'bartender' at home." Taking Sully's wrist in her hand, she carefully unwrapped his arm from around her shoulders and slipped onto one of the barstools, giving him a knowing look before glancing back at the pool table. "You should go back to your game -- no need to hang around on my account."

Hands were held up in front of him to plead his innocence as she levelled an accusation of rum hater his way. "Hey now, I never said I had anything against it. It just ain't whisky - I'm allowed a preference ain't I?" But his question was mostly rhetorical, turning away from her briefly so that he could order two beers with an easy smile of thanks thrown the bartender's way. "Beer first, then we can get into the merits of different liquors once we've got you all loosened up." Glance was cast over his shoulder, seeing that the game had moved on without him. "Nah, someone's already jumped into my spot, wonder if he'd jump in my grave as quick, I'll stick around a little longer." As if on cue their drinks arrived just as he was claiming the stool next to hers, passing her the bottle. "Perfect timing." Head tilted towards the table as he took a drink. "Do you play?"

Location: Decker Ranch

Sawyer leaned against the front porch railing, a cigarette hanging loosely between her fingers, eyes fixed on Sully across the way. He looked lost in thought, probably hadn’t even noticed her walk out. His face was harder now, creased with lines that hadn’t been there a year back—etched by worry, responsibility, and maybe a touch of fear. It suited him, she thought. That weight on his shoulders made him look like the kind of man who could break or save the world. Hell, maybe both.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Her voice sliced through the quiet. She flicked the cigarette into the dirt, embers scattering, then moved over and dropped down beside him. “Or are they worth a goddamn nickel now that you’re running the show, little brother?”

"I was wondering whether it'd be worth putting up another building, maybe even getting a couple more horse - upsizing, y'know. But now I'm wondering just how you can move so damn quiet in those shoes -" Head shook slightly, equal parts impressed and chiding, hoping she'd take the bait and leave the focus off his barely formed plans. "- do you practise or is just another of your natural, god-given talents?"