Re: Theater Drunkheads: Eddie/Sasha
The theater was absolutely put together with all the influence Eddie had on her. Sasha had loved the drive-in back home (until a certain man in her life burned the place down) since it was the only real escape from the grim doom and gloom that hung heavy over their crime-ridden Jersey town. But maybe instead of a metaphor for Jersey, the entire theater was a representation of Sasha. Outwardly tacky and only appreciated by a few, beneath there was nothing of substance or importance at all. ...Whatever. That's a little too deep for Sasha.
Spicy. She'd heard it before, and she'd make him regret it, too. "Toss 'em in sriracha and ghost pepper concentrate. GOT IT." Eddie got a big thumbs up right before he said they'd have to wait on fries because he was an adult. Very quickly her face fell and in one swift motion he was given a very Roman-emperor-esque thumbs down. The shiny red spandex bodysuit she wore was outshone by the huge red and yellow leather varsity jacket (that said IDOL MAKER vertically down the side), the clock around her neck, and the ridiculous crown Eddie had made her wear. Because if one was going to dress as Flavor Flav, there were no half-measures.
Think hard about Reece? See, now this was all starting to seem like a really bad idea. Sasha didn't like thinking about stupididiot Reece, and his stupididiot boots, and his stupididiot polka dot socks, and his stupididiot great hair, and those stupididiot tattoos that curved down his neck and over his chest. ...She really didn't, no matter what it may seem like. ...Stupididiot.
Catch? Catch?! They were both far too drunk for even handing things off carefully, so some little rock that flew through the dark from a bad throw? They were lucky it didn't get lost under one of the cars when Sasha tried to catch it but wound up batting it out of the air instead. The rock skittered across the ground and down the aisle and Sasha frowned at Eddie like it was all his fault, "Professional what?" With all of her drunk energy, Sasha rolled off the hood of the car and stumbled across the room to gather up the rune.
"Ya need chalk, or d'ya got that shoved in your fanny, too?" She stepped up onto the little raised stage with her fingers wrapped tight around the rune, and a smarmy drunk smirk on her face. There was a very unsubstantiated fear that if it was dropped again it would open up a portal to hell or something, but hot damn they'd look fly while they burned, right?