I apologise once again for not updating sooner. I had this chapter written down since a long time ago but wasn't really happy with it. I think that I edited it at least 10 times now before uploading it! I am very sorry for this, and I hope that this won't happen next chapter (I have it written already, and I think that it's alright) Thank you for your patience, everyone and especially for reading and reviewing. :)
Chapter 5
Hours seemed to have passed since the last time that Jack and Sawyer had talked… if you could even call it talking. They were both caught up in their own worlds, and even though they didn't know it, they were both thinking about the one thing that seemed most important right now: how to escape.
Out of nowhere, Sawyer laughed, causing Jack to come back down to Earth. He looked around at him, curiously but Sawyer was looking down, smirking, not even noticing that Jack's eyes were on him.
"What?" Jack asked, curiously.
"Nothin'," was the reply that he got, after which Sawyer sighed bitterly when he took another large swig of the drink he was holding onto so tightly.
"How did you get here?" Jack got closer towards the bars of the cage, asking that same question for the second time today.
"Look, I know that yer not very familiar with the place here, but I didn't think ya were that stupid so as to not take the first hint 'bout that question." He growled angrily as he took another sip of the drink, this time much larger, after which he furiously wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Just trying to make a conversation." Jack threw his hands up in the air in surrender. Jeez, what was up with people these days?
"Conned a woman." A mutter came from Sawyer's lips; very quiet, but still loud enough for Jack to hear. "First time I was lucky enough to escape… second time was different." He squared his jaw and once again drunk out of the bottle. Jack wondered how he had not finished with it yet, the bottle was only a small one and it didn't look like it contained much.
They sat in silence for the next few minutes after which, Sawyer sat up, trying to look for something in his jeans pocket. When he found it, he walked over to the end of the cage and pushed it through the small gap between the bars, sliding it over to where Jack was.
Looking down, Jack realised that it was another bottle like the one that he had been drinking from in the last hour or so. He took it, gingerly and looked at it in awe.
"What, ya never drunk alcohol before?" he chuckled and watched as Jack furiously unscrewed the lid and didn't think before gulping down the cold liquid that flowed through his throat. Not realising how quickly he had drunk it, he coughed a few times, trying to get used to the bitter taste in his throat.
"You might wanna slow down with that." Was the response that came from the other end. Jack didn't reply, just screwed the lid back on and clutched the small bottle tightly in his hand.
"Wanna play a game?"