Random Lost-ness?

So. Out of Boredom. Me and Sarah concocted this little baby I like to call Lost Randomness: Drunk. It may or may not turn into a series of random little one shots of me and her messing with the characters in some sort of joke we have.
Indulge!!

Drunken Randomness
(A one-shot)

Desmond, Charlie, and Hurley were all sitting around the small fire they made on the deserted end of the shore away from camp. They were laughing and having a good time, drinking the whiskey they nicked from Sawyer's vacant tent earlier, like they had done a few evenings before.
Two shadowy figures that none of the men had noticed stood in the tree line, watching the events.
“I said may-bee. Your gunnta be teh one ta save me,” Charlie sang off tune to Desmond holding out his hand, serenading the Scottish man.
Hurley laughed with Charlie. Desmond laughed before taking another swig out of the bottle. Hurley got up. “Where ya goin' brotha?” Desmond asked, looking up at the large man.
Hurley glanced up twice towards the tree line. “Uh. I think I'm gunna hit the tent, dudes,” he said nervously as he ran off towards the camp.
Charlie strummed his guitar. Desmond prodded at the fire. The energy around the two died down and became awkward.
A loud squeak from behind them made them jolt around to see who or what was near. It was two unfamiliar people. One leaped, tackling Desmond playfully. “Desi-chan!” It was a young girl. Her glasses fell off as she glomped him. Desmond had a stunned look upon his face. She sat up, pulling the girl off him. “Who're you?” The other girl was sitting next to Charlie, poking him in the side.
The girl who tackled him picked her glasses up as she got up and put them back on her face. “Well. I'm Sarah, Don't 'cha know?” She mimicked an Irish accent. “Mmmkay?” Sarah said smoothly. She sat down in the sat, carefully brushing off her dark hoodie.
The other girl poked Charlie enough to make him fall over laughing. She took his guitar. “An' I'm Ashley,” she pointed out. She strummed the guitar as Charlie looked curiously at Desmond, then glared at Ashley.
“Gimmie tha,” he said loudly in his British accent. Ashley rolled her eyes and handed it back to him.”My guitar,” he hugged the instrument close protectively.
“What're ya doin' here?” Desmond prodded.
Sarah took a stick and drew in the sand. “Stop asking so many questions, ya fuckin' noob.” Desmond and Charlie exchanged looks of curiosity.
Ashley sighed. “We obviously walked here,” she rolled her eyes. Charlie stared at her in amazement. “Just kidding. Well...halfway.”
“So anyway. I bring you a message Desmond,” Sarah said looking at him. Ashley was giggling behind her, throwing sand at Charlie. She swung around and glared with a Muppet face at Ashley. Ashley burst out laughing. She turned back to Desmond with a serious look. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Desmond...you're gunna die,” Sarah said imitating his Scottish accent.
Desmond had a look of shock. “What?...Are you-”
She cut him off. “Naah. Just kidding,” she laughed.
Desmond pouted. “Tha's not nice.”
Charlie joined in. “Yea mates. Don't joke about tha kinda thing,” he said sitting his guitar out of reach from Ashley who was after it again.
Ashley crossed her arms and made a frumpy face. “Hmph. And I thought Drive Shaft was the best. Guess I was wrong.”
Sarah got up and moved next to Charlie, moving the guitar behind her. “Drive Shaft sucks.”
Both Ashley and Charlie looked over at Sarah with a great ferocity. She pointed at Ashley. “See she doesn't really think that,” she proved.
Ashley stuck her tongue out at Sarah and pulled her beanie down. Desmond moved next to Ashley in front of the fire. She poked him with her foot. He looked at her with annoyance. “Stop that.”
“Rawr,” she roared making her arms move like the Cloverfield monster. Sarah laughed and did the same. The two girls sighed in unison.
Charlie looked from Sarah to Ashley a few times. “So...Where your parents?” He questioned.
Ashley looked at him. “Don't worry. They know where we are,” she told him. “And if not we left a note,” she giggled.
“Yup. Left to go to mysterious island. Be back when we find our way,” Sarah chimed in.
Desmond laughed a bit and shook his head. Charlie clenched the bridge of his nose with a grin.
Ashley and Sarah looked at each other. “Ready to go have that hot pocket fight with Benry?” Ashley asked.
“Oh yeah!!!” Sarah yelled as she punched her fist into the air. “Then can we go have that battle with Sawyer?” she begged.
Ashley nodded. “Sure,” She leaned over and cheerfully gave Charlie a squeezing hug. “Don't do drugs,” she said sternly. She stood up.
Sarah rustled Charlie's hair. “Yeah.” She jumped over the fire and glomped Desmond again. “Just for times' sake,” she said. She stood up, brushing her self off. Charlie was snickering to himself. Desmond glared at him. “Aye,” he reluctantly said. “Why don't ya tackle him?” he pointed at Charlie. At that moment, Ashley tackled Charlie from behind. Sarah and Desmond laughed.
“Happy?” Ashley giggled as she stood up. Charlie sat back up as he looked at Desmond. “No more drinking for us.”
“Right.” Desmond said wide eyed as Ashley and Sarah went off to find their next destination.

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