"What is sex?" Sawyer read aloud from his two month old issue of Cosmo Girl, a look of amassment on his face as shifted in his arm chair. He scanned to faces of his company around the room, trying to find who would have the best response to start them off.
"Jack, you start" He instructed, turning his attention towards Jack, who was standing in the door way, a shy grin crossing his face.
"Sex is...the act of intercourse between a man and a women, in order to reproduce" He replied, a bit awkwardly, using the same medical tone he used when talking to patients. "Is that what you say to all the girls?" Desmond questioned teasingly. Jack laughed nervously, looking down at the ground.
"Hurly, your up" Sawyer explained, turning to the his left to watch the expression of the man sitting on the couch before him, fretful beads of sweat beginning to appear on his forehead once he was put on the spot, frantically raking his brain for a response.
"Uhhh..." Hurly stammered, trying to buy himself some more time. "Come on, man. We don't got all day" Sawyer insisted impatiently. Hurly took a gulp. "Its...nice?" He replied uncertainty, not having thought about the question before.
"Yeah, sex is nice. Obviously you've never been with a black girl" Sawyer scoffed in amusement, along with a few other guys. Hurly gave a sigh in relief, just glad to know his turn was over. "Yeah? You try coming up with something!" Hurly suggested in self defense, taking Sawyer's teasing to heart.
"Sex is two in a bed trying to make three" Sawyer shared his point of view bluntly, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair. "What if they're using a condom?" Jack questioned teasingly, knowing Sawyer probably wasn't the baby-making type.
"Then its just two in a bed" Sawyer answered simply, a hint of an attitude in his voice that made the other men laugh. "What?" He questioned defensively, his eye brows furrowed with anger. "Spoken like a true caveman" Desmond noted sarcastically, causing the men to laugh at Sawyer's expense once again.
"Alright, Dessy. Your up" Sawyer explained, turning his attention across the room to the wasted man before him, sitting in an arm chair to the right of Charlie's, a cluttered end table separating the space between them.
"To me, sex is a need. Something that you want more then anything else, rather you can admit it or not. You obsess about it constantly. You can't get it out of your head. And when it dose happen, rare as it may be, its the most amazing thing. Powerful, Like a grate weight had been lifted off your shoulders" Desmond mused his point of view in a slow, articulate voice.
"How wonderfully poetic" Charlie noted teasingly, wishing he had something better to do then sit around listening to Sawyer's stupid little game. Desmond smiled bashfully, feeling a little silly for having been so honest.
"Perhaps I should have just said 'me want woman'" He replied sarcastically. The guys all laughed in response, except for Sawyer, he didn't seem to see the humor in his statement.
"Well, there are plenty of women on the island, now. I'm sure one of them would take sympathy on you. After all, its ben so, so long, right?" Jack questioned playfully, causing Desmond to blush and the implication.
"Well, there was one lass who was pretty gorgeous" Desmond admitted, a faint smile crossing is face as he tried to imagine the particular women's face in his mind.
"Oh? And who's the lucky girl?" Sawyer questioned curiously, wondering if he would soon be joining in on Kate's ever-lasting love triangle. Well, if he joined in, it would probably tun into some kind of square.
"Well, I didn't catch her name. But she's a really cute blonde" He explained, sarcasticly letting out a girlish sigh. The guys all laughed. All except Charlie, who was watching him intently, as if waiting for the right moment to pounce.
"So is Sawyer" Jack noted, making fun of Desmond's lack of talent in the description department. "Yeah, come on. More details" Sawyer agreed, curious to know who the hammered scott was talking about.
"Lets see. Blue eyes, sweet face, a smile that could make your heart stop" Desmond continued dreamily, as if he were speaking about some Greek goddess who visited him in his sleep or during one of his drunken black outs.
"I dunno, still sounds like Sawyer to me..." Jack sighed playfully, making the group laugh once again.
"Uh, oh, Doc. I think someone has a little crush on me. Do I really make your heart stop?" Sawyer questioned sarcastically, using a high, feminine voice as he flashed his biggest cheesy smile. Desmond chucked under his breath, finding it impossible not to laugh at such a manly man acting so girlish.
"Come on, man. Give us something" Hurly insisted, his curiosity budding as he listened to the men joke. The description had reminded him of Libby, although, that was pretty unlikely since she died before Desmond had returned.
Still, perhaps she actually did appear to him in a dream. Maybe she gave him a message. Maybe she asked for my phone number!
"She has a baby" Desmond added, just now remembering that little detail, confirming Charlie's suspicions. Repulsed by his bold remark, Charlie scoffed in disgust and shifted in his chair as if to separate himself from the rest of the room.
For a moment, the room was silent, the air growing thick with awkward discomfort as all eyes turned to Charlie. Desmond looked confused, knowing he'd said something to offend the poor lad and feeling rather bad about it.
"Don't worry about him. He's just pissed cause you've got the hots for his girl" Sawyer explained frankly, being the only one with the balls to say it. "Oh, sorry, mate. When I talked to her she said the father was gone, so I just assumed she was available" Desmon explained apologetically, although, he was a bit disappointed to hear his assumption was incorrect.
"Its alright, she's not my girl" Charlie confirmed, trying to sound causal. He was never very good at hiding his feelings, and the bitterness in his voice shined through with ease. "Oh bull shit. You two have had the hots for each other from day one" Sawyer noted skeptically, annoyed by Charlie's denial.
"Yeah. I think that was before she kicked me out" Charlie shoot back sardonically, his words dripping with venom. "Yeah, but you guys made up, right dude? When you guy's kissed?" Hurly questioned, forgetting that Charlie had told him that little bit confidentially.
Charlie shoot him a look that reminded him how he'd asked to keep it a secret, causing Hurly to sink back in his chair, afraid that Charlie, in his not so happy mood, might very well rip him to shredsor serve him up as a sacrifice in him and Echo's church, begging the Gods to let him have Claire back.
"You and Claire kissed?" Jack questioned in surprise, steeping into the room as if he were trying to get a closer look at Charlie's expressions. "Man. Sounds like our boy finally grew some balls" Sawyer noted teasingly, a congratulating grin across his face.
"She kissed me, alright. It happened once, and after that, she went right on back to avoiding me" Charlie explained, desperate to have them off his back. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to think about it. God damn it, Sawyer. Why'd you have to start this stupid game.
"Well duh" Sawyer stated up front, as if her reaction should be expected. The men in the room shot him a confused look, wondering what the hell he was talking about now.
"She made the first move, right? Now its your turn. The reason she hasn't spoken to you is because she's waiting for you to approach her. You know? Climb the tower, Sweep her off her feet, carry her off into the sunset on your magical stallion and all that Jazz" Sawyer explained firmly, his words coming out like punching fist so that he could pound the idea into Charlie's head.
"You know, that actually kinda makes since" Jack noted in agreement, just incase Sawyer's opinion was invalidated seeing that, well, it was Sawyer saying it.
"How the bloody hell am I supposed to do that?" Charlie questioned, already panicking at the thought of approaching Claire.
"Why don't you bring her some more peanut butter? That stuff is like crack to her" Hurly suggested, recalling how it seemed to have worked twice before, and how persistent Charlie had been to obtain it.
"Nah, its been done" Charlie replied, waving the idea away. "It has to be something special, you know? Something big" He confirmed, chewing his finger nails as he raked his head for ideas.
"You could use my boat. Fix it up with some candles and flowers" Desmond offered, trying his best to be helpful after unintentionally pissing the poor guy off.
If he could help in mending their relationship, he could feel better about having wanted to screw the girl Charlie was so obviously in love with.
"I don't know how to sail" Charlie admitted in defeat, knowing how brilliant the idea would have been other wise.
"You don't need too. We can put down the anchor and you guys can just chill" Hurly suggested, knowing it was too good of an idea to just give up on.
Charlie hesitated for a long while, still uncertain about the idea of confronting her in the first place. After all, Sawyer could be wrong. She could still be mad at him.
"Alright. I'll try" He sighed, trying to force some of his fear out through his nostrils. "Don't worry brother, we're all hear to help" Desmond assured, patting him on the back. Charlie smiled appreciatively, his nerves already setting in.
"Not me" Sawyer stated bluntly, not wanting to be any part of their little set up. "Oh come on, Sawyer. He'd do it for you" Jack attempted to convince, already knowing that finding Sawyer's soft spot would require a lot more then that.
'Nope. If him and Claire get back together, that means no chance of me and Claire getting together" Sawyer confirmed with a suggestive smirk, knowing how easily it would piss Charlie off. Charlie shot him a death glare and Jack placed a hand on his shoulder to hold him back.
"Come on, Charlie. We've got some planning to do" He explained, changing the subject before Charlie decided to attack. Charlie nodded, letting his anger towards Sawyer go and focusing on more important things.
Focusing on getting Claire back. The idea floated into his head, making him smile. Although the doubt of actually achieving the task seemed far off and impossible. Still, he had to try.