Sawyer was sitting outside his tent, reading A Girl's Guide to Growing Up and generally enjoying the peace and quiet. He was just getting to the good bit of the book (with full color photographs) when a shrill calling of his name shook him back to reality. He looked up angrily, but before he could register who or what she was, Ana was next to him, pressed up against his side creepily.
"Crap, woman, what do you want?" he asked, almost in shock.
"Well…" Ana trailed a finger up Sawyer's chest softly. "I was wondering if you could help me with something…"
It was now Sawyer noticed what Ana-Lucia was wearing. He scrambled backwards in terror. A little black dress barely clothed her body, as after being through a plane crash, it wasn't in the best condition. A large rip went from above her left hip to the hem, flapping about in the slight breeze. One strap had no elastic left in it, and there was a huge stain on the right of her chest. Sawyer gulped, on the brink of tears.
Ana smiled in what she thought was a sexy way, and moved closer to Sawyer, who was frozen in fear. She leaned in towards him, obscene make-up smudged on her face crudely. Sawyer smelt faintly what he guessed was supposed to be perfume. Aaron smelt better, before there was time to change his makeshift diaper.
"I need you to help me make a plan, Sawyer. We can come to an agreement, you know, in the way of payment…" Ana said, straddling Sawyer's waist, or trying to, at least.
"Get… off… me…" Sawyer moaned, and Ana took it the wrong way.
"But we're gonna have to keep it quiet, you know, cos I have Leslie…" she whispered.
"Ugh!" Sawyer pushed her away and stood up, staring down at her wide-eyed. "What the hell are you talking about, psycho?"
"Come on, please, Sawyer… if you help me, I'm yours." She said, sliding a hand down her leg.
Sawyer gagged and turned away, leaning against a nearby tree for support.
"What… what do you want?" he asked shakily.
"Sawyer, I need you to help me make a plan. You may have heard about Leslie's current position. You may also have heard of what they are gonna do to get that stupid baby down. I can't let them do that, in case Leslie gets hurt. So I – we, need to make a plan to SAVE LESLIE!"
Sawyer smirked, momentarily forgetting about Ana's outfit. "Why in hell would I wanna help you and the nutcase?"
Ana stepped closer to him, pulling the other strap of the dress down her arm slightly.
"Oh god…" Sawyer put a hand to his head, trying to avoid fainting. Once again Ana took it the wrong way.
"I promise I'll come through if you help, anything you want."
"Okay… keep away… please…" he gasped.
Ana grinned and sat down on the ground. "Okay, lets get started. What do you propose we do?"
Sawyer swallowed and slowly sat down on the ground as far away from her as he could, and they got started.