Sawyer had his feet propped up, eyes closed behind his lightly tinted sunglasses, hands folded across his half-bare chest when Kate sashayed up to him. "Can you tell me what's in the cooler now?" she asked, and he lowered his sunglasses to stare at her. She indicated the sky. "It's daytime." she told him. Sawyer nodded, pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, and sighed.

"You got me," he admitted. Kate raised her eyebrows in anticipation as he pulled the cooler into his lap and opened it. "Come look for yourself," he told her.

Kate hesitated, and then slowly began towards him. Slowly, she approached him, and slowly, she peered inside. A small smile split her usually solemn face. "Vodka," she said.

Sawyer's eyebrows rose, and he smiled at her. She glanced up at him. "Well," he said, grinning, "do you wanna?"

Kate grinned back at him. "Sure."