A/N:I've been wanting to post this story for a long time now, but I kept telling myself to wait until I finished writing it... That was a really bad idea, seeing as it became so much longer than what I intended, so I decided to just post it already. It's an idea I had while watching How I Met Your Mother, and it's kinda like a sitcom, but it has a lot of drama. It's centered around Charlie, Hurley and Sawyer, because I love them :D
DISCLAIMER:I don't own Lost or any other TV shows/movies/songs that might be mentioned here.
The Game Of Life
"Come on, Sawyer! You need to get over her!"
Sawyer sighed. That's the most concrete answer Charlie and Hurley got from him. He'd been like that since Kate left him.
Both Charlie and Hurley met Sawyer in college. Ever since then Kate was the only woman he was faithful to. He truly loved her. So when she left him for some doctor she met when she was visiting her mother, Sawyer was crushed. It's been sweatpants all day for a month now.
Lucky for Sawyer, Hurley was a very comprehensive boss.
When Hurley won the lottery about a year ago, he used the money to buy his favorite fast food restaurant, Mr. Cluck's Chicken. Sawyer was unemployed at the time, and Hurley needed someone to deal with all the legal stuff. Sawyer had a knack for getting people to do what he wanted, so Hurley made him the C.E.O. of the restaurant.
Hurley decided to put him on sabbatical when Sawyer showed up to work late, drunk and wearing sweatpants.
Today, Charlie came up with the idea to take Sawyer to a strip club. Hurley thought it was a great idea, but wouldn't accompany his friends. Libby, his girlfriend of two years, would kill him.
Charlie, on the other hand, was more than happy to tag along. Sawyer had always been the womanizer of the trio, but when he started to date Kate, Charlie filled his shoes. But that was still back when he was in his brother's band. Charlie had gone a little crazy at that time, with all the sex, drugs and rock 'n roll; emphasis on the drugs. It got to a point where Hurley had to live with him; he was afraid Charlie would end up overdosing.
One of the first things Hurley did after winning the lottery was convincing Charlie to go to rehab. He agreed, after a lot of convincing, but left the band and shunned the rock star lifestyle altogether. After leaving rehab, Charlie missed working with music. So Hurley bought him a small record label, where he could do what he loved without going crazy. Drive Shaft, his former band, kept going without him. But Liam still wanted his little brother to be a part of the band somehow and asked Charlie to produce Drive Shaft's next album. Charlie agreed and they'd been working on it for almost a month.
Back to today, the boys tried to find a way to convince Sawyer to leave his apartment and have some fun.
"Dude, don't you want to see… you know, naked ladies?"
"Yeah, naked ladies always cheer me up," Charlie said mischievously.
Sawyer sighed once again "If you want me to go so badly, why isn't Lardo going?"
Hurley felt uncomfortable "Uh… because of Libby"
"Of course. How could I forget you have a girlfriend," Sawyer said bitterly.
"So? Yet another reason to come! Let's celebrate the fact that we don't have chains on our wrists! We can do whatever we want!" Charlie said excitedly.
Sawyer began to think better "Yeah… if we want to do manly stuff, we'll do manly stuff!"
"Yes!" Hurley and Charlie cried out.
"We can drink beer whenever we want!"
"And we can stick up dollars up on women's panties!"
"And then we can take them home and bang them all together!"
Charlie and Hurley stopped cheering "Do you mean us together, or them together?"
Awkward silence followed. "No, dude-"
"That was way too far, mate."
They all looked away, avoiding eye-contact. "Guess it was too far," Sawyer admitted.
"Well, are you coming or what?" Charlie asked.
"Hell yeah I am!" Sawyer jumped off the couch "But no banging."
"Absolutely," Charlie grinned. Sawyer changed into jeans and they were off.
Hurley dropped them off at the strip club with a "Have fun, dudes!"
Once inside, Charlie could feel a very eerie vibe. The place had a mystic atmosphere, much like the name of the club. After a couple shots of whisky, it was easy to think of "The Island" as a mystical name. He remembered hearing somewhere that the owner of this club used to be in a wheelchair. Maybe that's why it felt like a good place; a place for salvation.
Ironic how a place so filled with sins could give off such a religious feeling.
It wasn't long before Charlie realized he'd lost Sawyer. Well, he was probably having fun. Charlie ordered a drink and sat down on a table near one of the secondary stages.
Those stages were different from the main one. The women didn't actually strip, they just danced. When it ended they'd come down from the stage, offering the men around lap dances.
Right now on that stage a variety of different girls were dancing, but one of them caught Charlie's eyes. In the center of the stage was a beautiful blonde woman, dressed in an outfit that left little to the imagination. As she danced around, Charlie could see she was the start of this act. There was something about her that was different from the other girls; he just couldn't fathom what it was.
Soon, the number was finished and the dancers came down from the stage. Before Charlie could tell what was happening, the blonde stripper made her way to where he was seated.
"Hey, big boy, Would you like a lap dance?"
"Yeah, sure." The woman started her dance.
"So, what's your name?" She asked.
"Charlie, aye? It's a lovely name. I'm Destiny, by the way." He could tell by her accent that she was Australian. "Why are you here? Bad breakup?"
"No, my friend had a bad breakup. I'm just here for… support."
"Support?" Destiny laughed "Yeah, right. Where is he, maybe I could cheer him up?"
"I lost him a while back," he answered, trying his best to maintain a logical train of thought.
She laughed once again "Well, how convenient. Then I guess I could stay here with you." She sat on his lap, facing him. She got closer and whispered on his ear "I caught you staring."
Destiny could feel that he was getting nervous "Relax, I don't mind."
"I know, I know…" He was once again face to face with her.
Neither the dim lights nor the smoke were able to keep the shine away from the young woman's eyes. They were beautiful, a light shade of blue… a familiar light shade of blue.
"Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"
Destiny tensed up a little, but relaxed "I don't think so; I've never seen you around before."
"No… it's not from here." Charlie looked at her makeup covered face and remembered something "Where did you go to high school?"
The stripper was taken by surprise at this "What?"
Charlie mentally slapped himself… why did he ask a stripper such a question? Of course, they looked alike but this woman couldn't possibly be her. "I'm sorry, never mind." Destiny smiled and continued her job.
Soon enough the song ended and the stripper went to dance on some other guy's lap.
Charlie took a sip of his almost-forgotten drink and mused over his past. Could that stripper be his high school crush? He still remembered her… she was the head cheerleader, very popular and beautiful. He was just another geek. A girl like that would never look at him. Sure enough, she never did. And, truthfully, Charlie never really got over it.
But, he wondered, now girls like her did look at him. Back when he was in Drive Shaft, those girls would practically jump on him. They still do. Now that Charlie is a music producer; a gateway to fame.
He'd never been with anyone because he cared.
Not that Charlie minded that much. He is now what Sawyer was in college. A womanizer. Sometimes he wondered when the parts were reversed. It was probably Kate's fault. Women do have great power over man.
His thoughts were interrupted by Sawyer. Well, a stripper leading a crying Sawyer.
"Hey…are you Charlie?" The brunette stripper asked.
"Yes, what happened?"
"He called me a bitch and started to cry. Also, he keeps repeating the name 'Kate'"
"Oh…" To be fair, the stripper did look like Kate. Poor Sawyer.
"I think you should take him home".
"Yeah, I will… sorry about that," Charlie said, leading his friend to the exit
"Don't worry, this happens a lot," she said with a sad smile.
Once outside, Charlie asked "Okay, wanna talk about what just happened?"
"Stripper looked like Freckles…" he answered in a drunken slur "That bitch, how could she leave me? What does that doctor guy have that I don't?" Sawyer grabbed Charlie by the collar "Tell me, Chuckie!"
Charlie didn't know what to say "I don't know! She left you, not me!"
Sawyer slowly calmed down and let him go "You're right." He sighed "I just don't know what to do now. I was so sure she was the one…" He sat down on the sidewalk.
Charlie sat next to him "Sometimes you're so sure about something… that you just refuse to see anything else. And if that something isn't right… everything changes. And you just fall. Because you're not ready for it."
"How do you know, you've never been in love"
"That's exactly how I know." They both sat in silence for a while. "Come on, Sawyer, I'll call a cab." Charlie got up and put his hand out for Sawyer "Let's go home."
A/N: Any guesses on who the stripper is? Please R&R!