Re: Mission Uncomfortable: Secret Santa Edition
First thing first. There would be no orgy. Second, and far more important, Sasha hated the cold. She may have been wearing flannel, but it was freezing outside and being able to see her own breath was cruelly unnatural. Abe had the right idea with the shark. And he was far too cute in it. The whole drive over had been filled with thoughts of if it was weird that he was shoved into a shark's belly. Right now, she would kill just about anyone to get a hood. Eyebrows arched up in interest at Abe's secret weapon, and just as she was about to tell him that he could totally just erase everyone's brains if this went bad? That was when the door opened.
Sasha knew Reece was a kid now, but she still had not seen him like this since he came back. (Christmas had been very carefully timed for avoidance.) And before that? Well, it had only been the one very brief moment that she gave him back his boot. So after a few years, and on top of him being a child, the confusion painted on Sasha's face was from the brief lack of recognition. If it weren't for the eye, she wouldn't have known him from Adam. That killer smile of hers, though? Didn't falter one iota. It was well practiced and offered to Reece without reserve, paired with that shrug of shoulders that tried to apologize for the Santa surprise.
All it took was the step back Reece took for Sasha to charge inside, already fed up with winter in general and ready for the glorious joy that is known as central heating. And, you know, she was trying to make everything seem perfectly normal. Holiday Santa magic, or some such nonsense like that. Cakes were taken, and hugs with Cat were given, though Sasha wasn't exactly certain that her sister was happy to see her. Not in this situation. She knew Cat loved her, but maybe it would have been better if it had been anyone else walking in the door. Regardless, she hugged Cat tight and will all the enthusiasm the tiny woman had in her. "Happy holidays. Hmph. We need to move the holidays to the summer," she told Cat with a grin before making her way back to Abe's side.
"Reece, Cat. Abe. Abe. Reece, Cat." Her hand waggled in each direction as introductions were made. Queen of social situations, she was not. And for what it was worth, Sasha didn't actually have a weapon on her. The Wu-Tang Clan, however, were all carefully hidden away in the jeep, enough firepower to keep them safe in case Godzilla attacked. "Chocolate is going extinct. I think it's due to those cakes," she nodded her head in the desserts' direction, and wrapped her fingers through Abe's, turning her head up to him with a grin, "I call dibs on Chocolate Genocide as a band name. Or a cooking show." Then back to the rest of them, all official like, "Much like a drinking game, we're going to turn this gorging into the same. So, everyone gets to make up a rule for when to take a bite. Like, hmm, every time the Grinch steals something."