Re: Trailer Park: Brett & Sasha
Sasha sort of figured everyone around here drank. There didn't seem to be much more to do besides drink. Maybe that wasn't fair, seeing as how she'd only been here a couple of months, but she was starting to get cabin fever. Her issues, not the town. She was used to constantly being on the move. That life was over. Didn't mean it wasn't hard to get used to. Not when she'd practically spent the last decade on a boat.
Still his dismissal of being some drunk yokel earned a nod from her, which then turned into a rather impressed eyebrow raise as he straightened up. He was intimidating, and Sasha had a difficult time not letting her eyes roam. She had a type, and well, he was embodying it right then. Eddie would be so disappointed in her. "Well, I will pass on the message. Do you have a name I can give her, or should I tell her to wander on over and talk to you here?"
Sasha nodded along, actually listening to what he had to say, which was more than some people got out of her. "I tried to fix the heat, but nothing actually appears broken." A weak shrug, hating to admit that she couldn't do something. She cleared her throat and pulled her jackets tighter around her. She hated the cold so much. "How long have you been here?"