Sasha prefers to open (carry) wrote in repose, @ 2015-12-01 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, liam roberts, sasha james |
Library: Liam & Sasha
Who: Liam R & Sasha J
What: Who needs a bar to pick up guys?
Where: The Library
When: A day or two after Eddie's suggestion. An hour or so before the haze rolls in.
Warnings/Rating: Extremely highly unlikely.
Sasha had one very redeeming feature. The people she loved? She wanted to do what she could to try and make them proud. She'd die for them. She'd give up anything and everything if it would make them happy. On the other hand? She would also take a joke way over the line when she thought it was funny. And this? This was absolutely hilarious to her. Unfortunately, it involved her to actually go to the library and check out a book. That's right, Eddie, she was going to have the whole story planned out. The army of rich government nerds that were just falling all over themselves to get to her. A near riot to the point that she had to create a queue system through the building to set up all the dates she was about to go on. To really drive the nail in? She was going to scout the actual layout of the library. Make the story as real as she could. Then he couldn't say she hadn't gone.
And part of her maybe sort of wanted to get a few books. Whatever.
Reading was not a major part of Sasha's life, but she didn't have a TV or a laptop, and she could only play fruit ninja for so long. And there were a few books she was interested in based on conversations with cruise passengers she remembered. Like finding out A Clockwork Orange was a book. Or how many people died in that whole series... What was it called? Singing Icy Fire? She wasn't really paying attention but that sounded right. Close enough. Jean-Pierre and Warren used to quote something called Rose and Cats and Gordon Stern Are Dead. Sasha really wanted to find out how Gordon Stern died. And memorize the whole death and boats part. Then again, Jean-Pierre and Warren were two of the weirdest members of the crew. Probably why she liked them more than anyone else. (Don't ever let them know that.)
From the moment she stepped into the library, the little Jersey girl was absolutely lost. Her clunky boots took slow steps up and down the aisles, not exactly certain what she was looking for. Sasha stopped at one point, entirely overwhelmed by the whole situation and ready to just walk out when a green spine caught her eye. Masters of the Dew. She had to have it. She had never heard of it before, or even knew anything about it, but there was a pull to it she couldn't explain. Immediately she went up to the front, even pushing aside that instinctual urge to simply take it, and realized as she looked at the man behind the desk that she had zero idea of what she was doing. Which was basically the worst feeling. "Okay, so how do I do this?" She held the book up, palm green eyes behind those wild blackish-brownish curls resting on the man.