Re: Trailer Park: Brett & Sasha
Sasha tilted her head and considered his words. Maybe it just wasn't touristy, or had some sort of fish within that were protected by the EPA. "I guess I'll head down there one day and see what kind of lake it is for myself." That may have sounded like she wanted an invitation, but she actually meant she'd go down there alone. It wasn't like she was afraid of a lake, and even more so did she not need an escort.
The little bohemian sighed a bit and finally lifted herself up off of the car. "Well, Brett, I should probably get a move on. I'll talk to my sister about some work." And then, after running fingers through her wild curls, she added, "If you figure out who fixed that lock for me, let me know. Send them down to the Mean-Eyed Cat. Let them know the first couple rounds are on me." Now, Sasha couldn't be certain, but just in case she tagged on a quick, "And if they aren't the drinking sort? Maybe I can get them lunch or something equally cliche. I'd just like to say thanks, even if it doesn't seem like they want it."