Re: Capital Rooftops: Cat & Sasha
"Cat, I am ninety-nine percent positive each and every man in the world thinks Netflix and chill is fun. Not just library-goers." It was a little awkward, Cat suggesting casual hook-ups with bookworms, but Sasha let it roll off her back. Out of anything, Sasha knew that Cat and Eddie had her best interests at heart, but why, oh why, was it so important to settle down with someone nice right now? Probably because her usual type was so toxic. Violent, possessive, dangerous. Maybe that should tell her something about her psychological well-being, but Sasha wasn't that versed in psychology. She just thought she liked bad boys, not that there was some deeply seeded switch in her head that equated that behavior with affection. No, she never dealt with it for long, and those past relationships had kept her from even wanting to think about dating, let alone settling down with someone nice. Nice guys? They didn't go for girls like Sasha. After all, nice guys would think she was a maniac for walking around with a gun. How can she even deal with someone like that?
The hoodie-laden figure laid down on the edge of the building, dull roar of cars below echoed up the concrete and glass canyon, only odd because there were hardly any horns honked and Sasha hadn't heard any sirens at all this evening. Above were twinkles of stars that popped through the clear night velvet, just barely visible thanks to the glow of the lights from the sides of the building they were on.
"Convince you?" Sasha blinked a few times as she looked up at Cat, "That a heist is going to make me happy? Jesus, Cat... I can't do that. I couldn't convince myself that it would." She sighed, heavy with frustration, but not at Cat. At bared truth. "It's fun. It's exciting. It's profitable. But I don't know-" Words stopped short, brow furrowed over green eyes, not at all pleased with what was going to come out of her mouth. But I don't know what 'happy' is. "I mean, I don't think it ever makes anyone happy. But I also don't think that's the point. Happiness comes from elsewhere, not running jobs. There are millions of people that are miserable working for their money, but still have happy lives, right?"
"Or convince you that we should be a team? The money is a nice start." And considering that Sasha was disgustingly low with cash on hand thanks to the worst deal ever (The whole dying thing really puts a damper on that day), that money was a rather big factor. "That, and I could really use a new car," Sasha smirked over at her sister, lit from the lamps on the street below, a small attempt to lighten the little monologue. "It's new here. Different challenges. We don't know anyone, but no one knows us. There's no rush. We take our time. We do it right. That sort of money opens doors. The sort that ensures financial freedom forever. If we can figure out the right target, it can be the last. And then I'll settle down with this nice guy you guys are so eager to pin me with." Her arms were crossed over her chest, and Sasha smirked up at her sister with affection.