Re: Theater Drunkheads: Eddie/Sasha
"It's buzzing worse than one of those cheap Spencer's vibrators." Of course, by the time she answered, it wasn't. "And it died out just as quick." The moment of lucidity was brief at best, her eyes catching the glow of the symbol, and she wondered if she should take all of this seriously. You know, the 'take the alarm clock off from around her neck' kind of serious. So for all her effort, Sasha actually tried to picture Reece. It wasn't easy, since she'd only met him the one time (and then saw him one other time creepy stalking Cat at the bar) but maybe that would be enough?
Or maybe she shouldn't be thinking about Reece and vibrators at the same time.
"Show us?" The problem with the symbols and intricate patterns was the fact that the dongs were all Sasha picked out in drunk-o-vision. She looked skeptical, afraid this was going to end in some weird Nazi ghost orgy, but plucked the note out of Eddie's fingers. His smiles were always charming, but there were some that looked more natural than the rest. She understood alcohol had some to do with it right now, but he looked in his element and that was kind of hot. Even with that tracksuit and VERY LAME AND NOT AT ALL COOL fanny pack. Why the fuck would that stupididiot lady break up with him?
Sasha hopped on her feet and shook her body out to try and sober herself up enough to do this. "Alright. Okay. Alright. I got this. Ready? I'm ready." So it began. The German? Passable. Not that the phonetics were wrong, but Sasha and reading didn't always mix. She did, however, give her best Hans Landa impression. Which was probably more offensive to any Germans out there than if she'd just read the damn note. And as Eddie told her, she put the rune down in the middle of the chalked circle, the alarm clock swinging into her face when she bent over with a dull clang of hammer hitting bell. Too drunk to care.
As soon as she stood up Sasha was smacked with a sudden realization, "Wait. WAIT. Am I going to deal with gypsy slurs?" Because this only now occurred to her. Hands found her hips, cocked with drunken attitude, and the look she shot him screamed Damnit, Eddie.