Re: End of the Bar: Adam and Sasha
Sasha had no intention on telling a true story, and that much would have been painfully apparent as soon as she started. But then he asked about the guy that was chatting up the girl with the white hair. "Him?" She turned her attention towards the very pretty boy, then back to Mopey McGee. Interesting. Her weight shifted on her feet, and she rolled her eyes with a shake of her head and a smirk on her lips. "Something tells me you'd rather have the truth." The truth was much less entertaining.
Sasha tossed the bartender a wink when he came over to pick up the ticket. The order had to be written down, okay? The woman dancing had very specific instructions for her Long Island Iced Tea, which turned the drink into very much not a Long Island Iced Tea. When Sasha had told her as much the woman started to whine about having been to New York once for a whole two weeks so she knew what Long Island was, and followed that stunning argument with the demand of who the hell Sasha was to tell her what her drink was or wasn't. That was when Sasha walked away from her and into this conversation.
"I don't know him in particular. I think he's been in before? I'm still pretty new in town." She offered the guy next to her a shrug, and smirked slightly as she added, "But I could make up a story about him, or go spill a drink on him if need be." Sasha raised her eyebrows with a very serious nod at that last bit. She meant it. "Did he kick your puppy or something?"