Re: Theater Drunkheads: Eddie/Sasha So. Over-protective and serious stone cold Eddie was all well and good. Very James Bond. Dashing and oh so gallant. Except he was in a tracksuit. And had a fanny pack. And a goddamn cartoon bird on his shoulder. The waving off of her concerns about where the Disney Princess accessory came from was infuriating, and met with stomp of foot and outstretched hands, every part of her body screaming WHAT IN THE FUCK apart from actually saying it.
Brushing questions away was a common occurrence on both of their sides, and forgotten as soon as Eddie spoke. Sasha just hoped he brought enough magic bird ink to share, because that thing was cute as hell. However. The thought of Reece-juices made Sasha gag, a gutteral noise from deep in the back of her throat. This was a code red situation, given the sheer amount of vodka that currently resided in her stomach. She clapped a hand over her mouth and, instead of the Exorcist-style vomit shower Sasha expected to try and hold back, she burped. A wet burp, but a burp nonetheless. Crisis averted.
"We shoulda had the fries first." Considering how close she was to throwing up just moments ago, this statement was blatantly incorrect. "Is it- Is it from stuff I was thinking of? Because I didn't think about this. This is like Adrienne Barbeau is going to pop up at any moment." Give it time. She was drunk and overwhelmed by magic and humidity clung heavy in the air like a security blanket. Everything was being accepted at face value. This was their life now. "Are you going to smack me if I say we did Nazi that coming?"
Wild green eyes, alive with that crazy drunk, glanced around for what the Nazi Eagle was trying to show them. It wasn't that tree. It wasn't that rock. It wasn't that crazy ass snake slithering up a tree. (Up. So it could attack from above. Fuck that snake.) It wasn't that frog- Uh oh. "OHMYGODEDDIELOOKATTHATFROOOOGGGGGGG!!!" She squeed. Like a teenage girl. Uncharacteristic even in her drunkest moments. Annnd Sasha was gone, stromping off through squishy mud on some manic chase for a little green frog that knew this swamp better than she did.
Swamp. They were in a swamp. It would click eventually.