#jaggerholiday

SAWYER:

What the hell was she doing? She’d spent years telling herself that she’d never sleep with Jagger -- sure, they’d joke about it & once or twice, there’d been a few drunken close calls but ultimately, they were friends. However when Jagger challenged her to find out what sleeping with him would be like, she wasn’t surprised to find herself at his front door, rolling her phone in her hands. Making dumb, impulsive decisions was one of her strong points and that instinct wasn’t going let her down now. Sawyer didn’t even bother knocking when she got to Jagger’s door, she wasn’t surprised to find it not locked. “Jagger!” she yelled out, waiting to see his mop of blond hair appear from somewhere. “Fucking...” she trailed off, strutting over to Jagger’s liquor cabinet, grabbing a glass and pouring herself an overly large glass of whiskey. “I’m drinking your whiskey!” she yelled, hoping he’d appear soon enough.