Sasha and Olivia - 3:15PM
With literally everything going on, Sasha could admit it felt sort of weird to be having a party. Admittedly though, when was there not something happening? He felt a pang when had initially walked into the bar, if only because he had hoped the first time he set foot in his adoptive sister’s place he’d have Bea with him. But she wasn’t here. No, she was still trapped inside the hospital with her only crime being that she had wanted to help people. It was insane, beyond insane, actually. Sasha had already sent no less than three texts, most of which consisted of some kind of message of “Wish you were here” and “It’s not the same without you.” Messages. One hundred percent sappy and stupid, but he didn’t care -- the kid took a page out of his dad’s book when it came to sharing his feelings.
With a drink in hand (the only one he was going to have that night, you know drink responsibly and all that shit.) Sasha began weaving his way through the crowd of people, some he recognized, some he didn't. Not that not knowing a person had ever stopped him from getting to know them, he was after all a social creature. Though he felt kind of guilty enjoying himself while the girl he was totally - and unashamedly - trying to get with, was on house arrest and missing her best friend who’d be kidnapped just like Savannah had been.
Sasha was so deep in thought as he walked through the crowd he didn’t realize someone was standing in his path until it was too late, and of course it was Liv had had practically just ran over. “Oh my god, Liv, sorry,” the words rushed out of his mouth as he reached out to like attempt to steady her. “Totally didn’t see you there.” Sasha added sheepishly, already mentally preparing himself for whatever response she might have for him.