Beatrice Rodríguez (busybea_) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-06-25 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [06] june, beatrice rodríguez, sasha whittaker |
Who: Bea and Sasha
Where: The Bar
What: Neither of them are house arrested/grounded anymore so they finally get to hang out in-person again!
When: June 9, mid-day
It had been literal months since the last time Bea actually got to hang out with Sasha in person, so with the whole US Government moving into town and getting rid of all the crazies that had her, Pete and Lita on lockdown, she was more than happy to jump at the opportunity to see him. Sasha picked the place, but she didn’t mind, seeing as visiting The Bar had been on her to-do list for a while. Liv and Maizie went to some party last month and she’d been totally jealous she couldn’t go because of her stupid house arrest. “Are they actually going to let you drink?” Bea teased, nudging at Sasha’s foot under the table. In all honesty it felt a little weird to be sitting across from Bea and not be texting her. In the course of their friendship they had in fact only been face to face less than a handful of times, mostly due to circumstances, both of her part and his. Those things had all been lifted and Sasha was kind of glad that the black eye and split lip were mostly healed now, because while he had joked about wanting her to come play doctor and make sure he was okay, in truth he hadn’t relished the idea of looking all beat to hell when he saw her next. With a laugh Sasha glanced towards the bar where Demi had stationed herself behind it, pouring drinks, though he had a feeling that she was maybe, totally, texting his dad, Marina, Max, basically anyone and everyone a play by play of what was happening at their table. “Yeah, Demi over there,” he pointed in the direction of the bar, Bea’s eyes following in that direction, “Is kind of like a big sister to me, so she’ll let me drink, and also tell me to be responsible and shit,” Sasha paused. “Also she’s probably texting every single family member I have right now,” Sasha gave Bea an apologetic look. “Sorry.” Looking back at Sasha, she pressed her lips together, holding back a laugh. It made her think of her own family -- all the aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents -- meddling in everyone’s business. It felt weird to miss their noseyness, but she would have taken that a thousand times over to see them again. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that kind of stuff though, so she just smiled wider. “Yeah? Is it weird then? That we’re hanging out here? I guess it’s good you told me so I don’t, like, start making out with you or something only to have to video record it and send it to your family. That was be super awkward.” Glancing back towards Demi for a moment before refocusing on Bea, Sasha shook his head. “Nah, not really. I chose the place and pretty much knew privacy might be sort of non-existent,” he answered, still smiling. “But that’s worth it to actually sit and talk to you in person.” So much of their friendship had been over text message that times like these were rare, really rare, actually. “Totally worth the trade off,” Bea agreed with a smile. Returning her smile with one of his own, Sasha gave a nod before he added. “A video of us making out would be super awkward, probably worse than my dad barging in on us,” he couldn’t help the way he winced at the memory of of his dad breaking them up the last time. “Duh. I mean, your dad walking in on us obviously sucked but a video would live forever,” she said, laughing at how awful that would be. “Not that I think they would or anything, but I don’t want to become freenet famous for a make out video or something, either.” Sasha was almost certain his family wouldn't post it to the freenet, but that still didn’t mean he wanted a video floating around. “And while I’m not at all against making out with you again, I think maybe wanting to avoid video evidence of that actually plays in our favor. It kind of forces us to talk and get to know each other,” he paused for a moment. “Better than we already do, that is.” “Okay, then, what do you want to know?” Bea asked, slowly rubbing her foot up and down Sasha’s calf. Just because they couldn’t make out didn’t mean she had to behave herself. Sometimes the teasing and anticipation was the best part, anyway. There was a very obvious pause between Bea asking her question and Sasha replying. A pause in which he found his mind begin to try and reason as to why a little making out wouldn’t hurt. Of course that was overridden by what sounded like his dad’s voice in his mind telling him to get to know Bea -- although it sounded more like “Don’t think with your dick”. A train of thought that was increasingly more difficult to avoid with Bea teasing him under the table and he couldn't really stop the way his mouth shifted into a smirk in response to said teasing. “Right, yeah,” Sasha began, “Ah, have you lived in Austin your whole life?” Bea continued to smile as Sasha stumbled, pleased that her little teasing act was proving effective, then shook her head. “No way. If I was, wouldn’t I have an accent? I’m from California. San Francisco. My parents and I moved here a couple years before the whole zombie thing to take care of my grandparents,” she said, her foot still slowly trailing up and down his calf. “What about you? You don't sound like you're from Texas. So what's your story? How did you end up here?” “I don’t know, for all I know you’re good at getting rid of it your accent,” Sasha reasoned for why he wasn’ quick to assume she wasn’t a Texan. He was still in large part using every ounce of concentration he had to focus on the conversation and not on Bea’s foot moving up and down his calf. Man, why had he picked The Bar again? His airstream would have provided way more privacy. “California, really? I’m from Sacramento,” he began, though that was followed with a laugh. “But I kind of grew up all over. My dad took a job in New York when I was younger and even though we only we stayed there for about a year, I picked up the Brooklyn accent from him and also from our time there.” Sasha paused then, rubbing at the back of his neck and kind of hoping he wasn’t boring Bea with his life story or something. She was the opposite of bored as she listened to Sasha talk, always finding someone’s history to be fascinating. Clearly she and Sasha came from different places -- and basically different worlds -- but somehow they were both here. It was amazing how life could take so many directions and still land on the same result. After taking a sip of his drink, Sasha continued. “We ended up in Dallas about nine years ago for my dad’s job, when shit started going sideways my mom and dad thought maybe things might be better in Austin so we packed up and came down here.” He finished, leaving out the part where they had moved all over because Vic had been a member of the Russian mob. “Do you ever find yourself missing California?” “Ummmmm,” Bea said, drawing out the word as she tried to gather her thoughts. “I mean, obviously because it’s where I grew up and it’s where my family is, but I don’t really see the point in dwelling on it because I can’t change it. Like, why make myself sad when I can just focus on the good stuff I have here.” Sasha gave Bea a faint smile. “My mom used to say Лучше не останавливаться на ней, Саша so much whenever I started talking about missing New York when we first moved here that I almost thought it was all she could say to me at one point,” his voice took on a sort of wistful note as he talked about his mom, something that got easier and easier as time went on. “Now I’d kind of give anything to hear her tell me it’s better not to dwell on it, though.” “Plus, I mean there’s probably not much of California or New York left now,” Sasha added with a shrug, realizing he sort of brought the mood down. “Sorry, that got really damn depressing for a moment. You’re right, it’s better to focus on the stuff here, like the fact that neither one of us are on house arrest anymore.” He grinned then, his happiness about that last bit obvious in his expression and tone. Reaching across the table, Bea grabbed one of Sasha’s hands and threaded their fingers together. “It’s okay. I miss my parents too. I mean, I guess I don’t really know what happened to them but it’s been three years so I think it’s kind of obvious.” She wasn’t sure what had happened to Sasha’s mom, but it didn't seem like the time or place to ask. Rubbing her thumb over his in soothing circles, she continued, “Everyone has stuff to be sad about, but it makes me grateful for the good things. Like not being on house arrest,” she grinned back, giving his hand a squeeze. “You never know,” Sasha began, giving Bea’s hand a quick squeeze. “Didn't Maizie’s stepmom just find her brother after forever? So there’s still a chance they might be out there.” He was pretty sure he had the details the Posey family right, though he assumed if he didn’t Bea would know it -- Maizie was one of her best friends after all. Anyway, it was weird, the idea that people's relatives could still show up at random -- but with all the news pouring into Austin now, Sasha had a feeling that might only be the tip of the iceberg. “Yeah, I guess you never know,” Bea agreed. The Posey siblings reuniting was a good story and one that could give people hope. And now with the rest of the United States open to them, who knew what and who was out there. Even after they moved on from the heavier conversation, Sasha didn't make any move to let go of Bea’s hand. He liked the contact and selfishly didn’t want to lose it just yet. “God, I was pretty sure I was about ready to go nuts,” he remarked with a laugh. “Or like wear a path in the ground from my Airstream to the tattoo shop and back like those animals you see in zoos who walk the same path over and over.” “I mean I’m sure you sort of felt the same being in the hospital, maybe worse ‘cause you had all those administrative types watching you guys like a hawk.” Sasha could only imagine what it must have been like. He knew his dad grounded him because he cared, but Bea had been under lock and key because the doctors she interned with risked their careers to help people at the Dog Park out. For someone who had lived most of the zombie apocalypse living under no one’s rules but her own -- as young adults living in a high school might do -- being on house arrest had been suffocating. But it was all in the past now. And with the US Government in town, working on making things better, she could only hope things would continue to improve. “Definitely,” she agreed, giving Sasha’s hand a squeeze. “But now we just need to make up for lost time.” |