First, I want to thank you all for your wonderful comments on the last little ficlet. :)

Second, I want to apologize for the wait. I had a little bit of trouble with this drabble. I don't really find myself good at writing dialogue, so it seriously took me forever to write the dialogue portion of this drabble. Its not so much the actual dialogue I have trouble with, its more so what follows a characters words. Plus I feel like I got a little sloppy at the end. I really just wanted to get this one over with. I really love this song though. Every time I hear it on the radio I think of Sawyer and Juliet. :)

I'm not sure when I'm going to have the next one up. I have quite a bit to do this week, both academically and socially. I have at least three Halloween parties to go to this week and a football game. I also have some volunteer work and meetings to go to. As for school, I have a few homework assignments to complete and a quiz. October is always a busy month!
I will try my best to put a chapter up by either Wednesday this week or Monday next week.

I hope you guys enjoy this! Let me know what you think!

I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors, as I said before I got a bit sloppy. Plus, I'm in a rush to watch FlashForward right now.

You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time

The Joker/The Steve Miller Band

She never thought in a million years she'd see James—self proclaimed dangerous conman—Sawyer Ford dancing, but there he was swinging his hips on the dance floor.

They had only been in Dharmaville for six months, but their stay was quickly beginning to feel less temporary and more permanent. The members of the Dharma Initiative had accepted the tight knit group fairly quickly and were soon inviting them to their bimonthly peace, love, and alcohol bashes. They had been to two previous parties, but this was the first one where the four felt that they could actually relax and enjoy themselves. The first party had been all about blending in, conning all those 'hippie son-a-bitches' as Sawyer had neatly put it. They were too worried about slipping up—not so much the group as a whole, but more so of Daniel. The second party had been all about getting to know the members of the Dharma Initiative. It was time for the four of them—minus Daniel for he was always conveniently sick when get-togethers occurred—to branch out. It became quite obvious that Locke wasn't going to return anytime soon, so they all needed to form allies—just incase the shit ever decided to hit the fan.

The third party was all about relaxation. They had perfected their story—they could recite it in their sleep—and with Daniel already long gone, assigned to Dharma headquarters in Ann Arbor, the group no longer had to worry about slip ups. They could finally let out that breath they'd all been holding since their arrival to Dharmaville. Tonight was the night they could finally let loose—sit back, crack open an ice cold beer, and enjoy the seventies at its finest. From the looks of it, Sawyer had been enjoying the seventies a little too much. Juliet let out a genuine laugh as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. There he was, quite a bit tipsy—although she couldn't point fingers, she had thrown back a couple beers herself—and swaying to the sweet melody of The Joker. He must have heard her laugh because he looked right at her with the most mischievous grin on his face.

"Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah." She couldn't help the flush of her cheeks when he began to sing—not that one could really call it singing per say, it was more like drunken shouting in a melodic manner—aloud.

"Some call me the gangster of love" he waved her over, but she stayed right where she was standing—she wasn't quite sure she wanted to be associated with his drunken foolery, or maybe it was fluttering feeling she got every time he showed off those dimples.

"Some people call me Maurice," he made sure to emphasize on the 'weeee wooo' by raising his eyebrows in the most suggestive manner. If anything, her refusal made him more persistent. This time he beckoned her with the old imaginary rope move—he wouldn't be stopping anytime soon, that is unless he managed to pull her in.

"'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love," he knew he looked absolutely ridiculous, but he was damned well determined to get her out on that dance floor—he wasn't quite sure if it was because he saw her standing alone by the punch bowl or because he liked the fluttering feeling he got every time she flashed him a rare, but reserved smile.

Juliet shook her head and laughed—it was just one dance, it wouldn't hurt, right? She tried to suppress her laughter as she approached him on the dance floor, but it was no use. When she finally reached him, she smiled and let out a breathy laugh.

"I see you're enjoying yourself, space cowboy," she tilted her head to the side and chuckled.

"Well it is a party isn't it, Blondie?" he put his hands on her hips and continued to sway to the melody, "It's about time you start enjoyin' yourself, dontcha think?"

"I was enjoying myself, well, more so I was enjoying watching you make a complete fool out of yourself. To be quite honest, you're the last person I thought I would see dancing tonight or any night for that matter," she was surprised by the feeling of his hands on her hips, but she wouldn't call him out on his boldness—plus she would be lying if she said she didn't like it.

"Oh, well now that just hurt my feelings," he said in a mocking tone. She just rolled her eyes in response and extended her arms, wrapping them around neck.

"It's true though. I never imagined you to be the dancing type."

"I'm a man of many talents, sweetheart," he managed to discretely close the gap between their bodies as she narrowed her eyes at his term of endearment.

"Talent? What are you—oh, you're talking about that whole side stepping hand flailing thing you were doing a minute ago. I wouldn't really call that talent, James." She felt his arms move from her hips to rest on the small of her back. The nonexistent distance between their bodies frightened her, but in the most magnificent way.

"Woman, you are just damaging my ego tonight. I might as well just scurry on home with my tail in between my legs," he furrowed his eyebrows in an attempt to look emotionally wounded, but she just laughed at his sorry attempt.

"You're insufferable, you know that, right?" She shook her head and continued, "I don't think anyone could damage your ego, James." She was beginning to feel comfortable in his arms—a feeling she hadn't felt in ages. With this newfound feeling of comfort, she let her head rest in the crook of his neck.

"Hardy, har, har. You're just the damn joker tonight, aren't you?" He chuckled. Her breath was hot on his neck as she let out an airy laugh. Sawyer buried his face in her golden, lavender scented hair and moved his hands up her back as they continued to sway to the music. She felt amazing in his arms—he'd never had this feeling before; it felt right, they felt right. He kissed her hair and murmured a lyric of the song, "I really love your peaches, want to shake your tree."

She removed her head from his neck and gazed up into his bluish-gray eyes—she never noticed how piercing they were. She quickly glanced down to his lips, then back up to his eyes—their lips were nearly an inch or two apart. She's not quite sure who moved first, but Sawyers lips were parted against hers and she was eagerly returning the kiss with as much fervor.

"Jesus, finally," Miles let out an exasperated sigh as he turned to walk out of the cafeteria. He needed to find Jin—a certain Korean now owed him fifty bucks.