"I could...could you?"

Hello...

I had a fairly eventful week...so much to accomplish in so very little time...ah such is the life of a writer yes?

Today I write about Grant McEwan, a lil portion though...enjoy...it comes from the book "Conversations with the Scotsman McEwan"

"Sawyer...what brings you by?"

"Already you're angry and I haven't said anything"

"I believe that you just did"

"nothing of consequence"

"ah give it time...I'm more than certain that you will"

" Just came to see how you were"

"I'm fine. You can leave now"

"if you say so"

"no...don't...what is it?"

"seems like you're tending bar...might I propose a drink to be had?"

"drinking with you always turns into something so much more honey"

"you're fault... not mine"

"keep telling yourself that"

"hey, you're the one who always nugdes me for more"

" it doesn't take much, I'll concede that fact"

"why can't you just be nice to me?"

"because you continuelly run back to Seth after we speak"

"yeah, because you won't commit"

"maybe thats because you caused my divorce"

"no, that would be your insatiable appitite for my body"

he laughed..."well, this is certainly truth...what has the incomprable Seth done this time? That is why you're here isn't it?"

"no...well, yeah...he forgot me again...I seem to be the last thing on his mind, yet again"

"He runs a mutli million dollar company, what the hell did you expect?"

"more than this"

"well, I can't say that I'm the least bit surprised...here's your drink...why don't you spend the night?"
" well that didn't take as long as I'd of thought..." just then, Seth Fitzsimmons arrived, furious with what he was unfolding before his eyes..."Sawyer? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the very same question"

"I came when I didn't hear from you"

"surprised you noticed"

" I always notice...McEwan...I see that you're scrambling for my scraps again"

(Grant): " the mere fact that you refer to her as 'your scraps' speaks volumes mate"

"I'm no' mate of yours. And you are perfectly well aware of what I meant"

"och no. feel free to speak more shite Seth, but do so boldly so that Sawyer can truly hear your words"

"Sawyer, lets go. I have meetings and such, come on now, move it"

(Sawyer): "I'm having a drink. Busy"

(Grant):" looks like you have your answer Seth"

(Seth): " I wasn't joking, now lets go. McEwan, go back to your menial tasks...or do you need a tip to eat this day long?"

"ah your wit does me such favor...actually I was planning on spending the night with Sawyer, if not to give her a moments reprieve from your dark blight upon her life"

"Its not your name McEwan that she hollers over my shoulder everynight"

"Perhaps, but then again isn't it more like 'Seth you suck so bad, you're so bloody boring that I wish I was with McEwan? oh I'm sorry, before the bile reashes her lips?"

"so this is what sleepless nights does to a man then? I never realized...perhaps its time that you find a woman who can tolerate the mundane...for trust in this, I can make sweet Sawyer BEG for more, where as you're merely a memory that every now and again she falls back upon. Rather like smoking a cigerette when you just know that its going to eventually kill you?"

"could you be anymore dull Seth? I mean really? Is this something that you work at?"

"rich...dull...whatever you want to refer to it as, she still belongs to me"

"and thats why she runs back to me...often"

(Sawyer): "glad that I can be the subject of your foder. I believe that I shall leave you both to it on this day...bye"

(Grant): "Don't go..."

(Seth)"your departure is un necessary...I'm sorry"

(Sawyer): "you are both sorry"

Sawyer stormed off...(Grant) "well done Seth"

"me? you've got to be joking...it was you, you encourage this behavior in her. Why is it that you can't seemingly let go of her? I love her, you? hell you just are infatuated"

"that isn't the truth"

"She needs me...I am her life"

"If you were, then do please explain why you hurt her to the point that she shows up here?"

"we're going through a time, that offers you naught the right to interfere"

"Seth, stop treating her so badly and I wouldn't have to deal with your mess"

"ah so now she's a mess?"

"Since you've been in her life, yes..."

(later that evening, after a long, taxing day at the pub, Grant meanders his way upstairs and opens his door, only to find Sawyer lying there, in his bed, covers up to her neck)

"Ah so this is how it to be yeah? please tell me that you've nothing on beneath those covers"

"why should I tell you anything? aren't you man enough to discover this for yourself?"

"Is that how we are to play on this night?"

" I could...could you?"

"Sawyer...I could do far more damage to you then Seth, you know this to be truth, yet you come here...regardless...Seth will lose his mind if you don't rush home this instant"

"I can't go"

"and why is that?"

"I'm not certain just where 'home' is..."

"Sawyer...don't play with me...I may want you...hell, I do want you, but not while you're confused and acting out"

"prove it. Just lye next to me..."

Grant angrily complied...though that compliance rapidly turned into loves intoxication...he could no more dismiss her than cease breathing...

The morning found Seth beyond furious...he sat behind his heavy, mahogony desk...stoic...all the while planning out - meticulously so, McEwans demise...

See to it he most certainly would...

Hope you enjoyed...

I wish for you the best of weeks, and all of the mundane turning into extraordinary, for that is what life is you know? Extraordinary moments woven into our daily routines....

From my hand to yours,

Sawyer

Saint Andrews