Re: Theater Drunkheads: Eddie/Sasha
There was no time to yell at Eddie about the slurs what with the light show exploding out onto the stage and the mist that edged Sasha back in spite of the awe she stood in. It was beautiful and breathtaking and stunning, which may have been terrible to admit in the back of her mind because somewhere in there she was sure she'd have wound up wearing one of those damn armbands one way or another. Not out of pride or anything, but some sick way of sticking it to the Fuehrer.
Swirls of red and black slashed with white hit behind her eyes, a manic squee of giggles slipping from her throat as she played witness to the majesty of this eagle being slurped up by the movie screen like a sandcastle melting back into the beach. Oh, and she bounced, and she clapped, a joy that she quite literally could not control bursting through her tough facade like the kool-aid man.
It lasted until she saw Eddie holding a gun. Sobriety hit real hard right then.
Blink, blink. Then there was no theater. Trees and wetlands. This was crazy, but Sasha didn't know anything was wrong with that part of it. This totally could have been the spell, right?
"Is this what you meant by 'show us'?" It was awesome, but there was one small minor issue. "Is this where Reece is? Oh fuck me, are we actually where he is? That guy is dead. He wouldn't survive one day out here. He'd lose a boot and just sit in one spot until he died instead of getting his sock messed up. I don't want to dig up a body, Eddie. I don't. A body wouldn't bury well out here, and the bloating..." Her entire body shuddered in disgust.