Re: End of the Bar: Adam and Sasha
Her green eyes rolled once more. She had reached the breaking point of her patience, which honestly wasn't very hard to do. "Because some people like to talk." Sasha looked pointedly at him, "And some people like to lie and say there is no story. So certain people try to give them an out, so they can be friendly and social, but the recipients of that out apparently have a very one track mind on top of being super-judgey about stories, when they are the one that blatantly lied first." Sasha wasn't exactly snapping at him, but there was definitely a bite behind now falsely friendly words.
"And, No. I don't think that cop is going to tell you about the pretty boy. I was trying to change the subject." She grabbed the two drinks from the bar when Jude put them down (including the purple monstrosity that the dancing woman insisted was a Long Island Iced Tea), and stood up from her casual lean. "You're on your own now. Have fun being not droopy." With that she turned on her heel to sashay away, getting back to work.