Theater Drunkheads: Eddie/Sasha
Sasha was not impressed by the flowers. Sure, it was all well and good that they were there, and they were pretty, but they were just flowers. There were plenty of blooms in the world that Sasha felt were far more awe-worthy. That didn't stop her from wanting to steal one and tuck it behind her ear. Eddie's lack of explanation, however, did keep her from doing so. If he wasn't yelling about blasphemy and doing his best to embarrass her, then things were serious and maybe gtfo-ing was the best thing to do. At least the theater wasn't too far away, because some serious drinking was in order.
The weird colored cars inside the theater were always absurdly bright but stood out even more when there were black and white movies up on the screen. It made showings of Hitchcock double-features even that much more unsettling. As it was currently, muted glow of brake lights against 80's technicolor kept the room in a dizzying dance of pulsing swirls that exploded bright before sinking back into darkness. Then again, that could have also been because Sasha was solidly wasted. She'd never been good at beer pong, and substituting beer for toasted marshmallow flavored vodka was a mistake. A wonderfully delicious (no, she won't admit it) mistake.
"Did someone say time?" Sasha looked down at the obnoxiously large alarm clock that hung on the chain around her neck and pointed at it as if it were supposed to do something. It didn't. Not until she clucked her tongue and fiddled around with the winding keys in the back. Once more it was presented through pointing proudly, "Time?" One beat. Two. Two and a half, then BRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG! "Yeah, that's right. You know what time it is," she flipped the catch between the bells to stop the racket and nodded at Eddie from her perch, cross-legged on the hood of the fake car.
Everything to say about the VERY LAME AND NOT COOL fanny pack had been said during the third game of vodka pong, but watching Eddie dig through it earned the eye-roll that Sasha had trademarked back when she was five. As for using the rune? Well, that was basically throwing away fifteen million dollars to find some stupididiot. Yes, one word. And not even a stupididiot that gave two shits about Sasha. This was a lanky stupididiot that creepy stalked her sister, and her sister seemed to actually like it. So today was the day for answers. Reece was probably dead, and this was going to be a waste of magic, but they could find the movie in other ways. Normal ways. Sasha really kinda hoped the company man was dead, because she really didn't want to have to explain to the stupididiot how they found him. Then she'd have to admit to her part in it, and even drunk off her ass, there was a reputation to uphold.
"Arright. Let's do it. Whadda we do?" Her words slurred together, in spite of Sasha thinking she was quite eloquent. "Do we need anything? Do we have to chant stuff? Is there a sacrifice involved?" A pause, "Do you want french fries? I want french fries." The important issues, obviously.