Re: Library: Liam & Sasha
Growing up the way Sasha did, she was lucky she was even able to read, let's be honest. And while we're at it, learning to read had taken her longer than most children. It hadn't exactly been a priority to educate the children in the orphanage. "That obvious?" Sasha asked with an exhale of breath that could be taken as a laugh. Of course it was obvious. At least he wasn't being mean about it. Maybe Eddie was right about nice guys and the library. Who knew?
The woman peeled off her jackets (Yes, plural. Cold weather sucked.) after setting the book down, and leaned against counter with crossed arms to watch what he was doing on the computer. If one could call it a computer. She didn't think they still had monitors like that anymore. And that slight drawl of his? Intriguing.
She looked down at the form, eyes taking in the official lines with a hint of doubt behind them. There were a lot of things Sasha didn't like, and one of those was a means of tracking her location. Normal grifter paranoia. But it also sort of made her living in Repose real. Not that it was a bad thing, but it was something she had been doubtful of settling on. Especially after ruining her sister's plans. Not that she fully understood what was going on, but Cat seemed dead-set on Sasha being crazy about Reece, which Sasha had chalked up to Cat projecting her own feelings onto her kid sister. Especially since Sasha barely even talked to the guy. Besides, why would she ever (repeat: EVER) be interested in someone that the entire town 'knew' was dating/had been dating her sister? That was gross. And fucked up. And a step away from incest. No, it would never happen. No amount of reassurance that it was all a con would change her mind about that. Maybe other con-artists lacked morals, but not Sasha. She respected the sister code. Reece would probably make a decent brother-in-law, though.
Of course, there was also another reason she was in the library, and maybe if she could pull it off, Cat and Reece would be able to get back to whatever it was they wanted to do.
Enough about that. Someone would probably say the lady was protesting too much.
Her name on the form that she was filling out? Alexandra. That was her actual name, after all. No one ever called her by that, but on every form of identification she had carried that long and very boring name. Sasha was the Russian diminutive form, like Richard could also be Dicky. Sasha was a fierce name and fit her better, but Alexandra? She had a feeling Alexandra fit more in Repose than a Sasha. "If some guy named Edison comes in here trying to get a library card for a 'Sasha' for Christmas, you make sure he knows I already have one," she informed the smiling man at the desk, and tapped the end of that blue pen against full lips, "Is my phone number very necessary? I don't give it out to just anyone." She smirked playfully, eyes sparking with the implied flirtatious intent.
Sasha's demeanor wasn't her usual self, the harsh little street kid that would sooner shoot off someone's toe than be charming, but she was much more the way she was at the bar when she waitressed. A little more sultry, a lot more friendly, and practically zero eye-rolls. Her red top hung off her shoulders, far too thin and showing a bit too much skin for the winter weather. However, for Jersey she may as well have been dressed for a nunnery.