i don't mind compassion
People funnel in, some he recognizes but most he doesn't. That's fine with him. Locke likes to keep to himself if he can help it. Maeve catches his eye and he hesitates before making his way over to her. Or trying to at least. There's a lot of bodies to jostle around. He doesn't think he's ever really been with her in public but the table is revealed before he can think more about it.
His eyes flicker over all of them, watching the others take their picks. He gives Maeve a quick look before moving towards the one that seems to call to him. A simple yellow bag. Unassuming, just the way he likes it.
His eyes flicker over all of them, watching the others take their picks. He gives Maeve a quick look before moving towards the one that seems to call to him. A simple yellow bag. Unassuming, just the way he likes it.
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Locke picks the yellow cotton bag!
Locke picks the yellow cotton bag!
just not on my dime
LOCKE
