Re: The City: Sasha, Jude, Oliver
Canapes and champagne were the order of the night, and both were delicious. Sasha wasn't concerned about Oliver wandering off, and she smiled graciously up at Jude when he swept her into the other room. It was filled with the sort of people that made the back of her tongue acrid and bitter with bile. The people that have never known what it was like to go without. Not that her distaste could be deciphered through that lazy smirk which stayed plastered to her face as they slid into a conversation as if they were always meant to be there.
Oh, and wasn't it lucky they were talking about the Bahamas? That was something Sasha knew all about. And wouldn't you know it that she'd just come back from her little getaway at Old Fort Bay, and wasn't the island becoming so overrun by trashy cruise tourists? Wasn't Dune just the best restaurant? Oh, they hadn't been? They had to go. The lobster was to die for, but they should save room for the White Plate. Sure, it cost a little more to keep a house down there, but the tax benefits of the island were so great. And there it was. The guy that laughed a little too hard at the taxes. That was the gentleman she wanted to dig up more on.
Maybe Jude saw what she was doing, or maybe Sasha had unknowingly started to move towards her mark, but suddenly she was tucked close to her companion. Not entirely unpleasant for the full half-second that she wasn't wearing Jude's drink.
But now she was, and Jude was demanding napkins. It wasn't even so much that there was champagne soaking into silk brocade that bothered her, as it was the fact that there was chilled champagne dripping down her body and the whole room was watching them. There were several very chivalrous men that insisted to help, as Sasha simply laughed the accident off, "It's fine, it's fine. A little extra champagne never hurt anything." But in true female fashion, it wasn't alright, and Sasha only huffed the slightest bit under her breath as she was unnecessarily fussed over by the crowd.