Wake up to Reality

"Some call her an angel but they just don't get it, she's demonic lust when she gets turned on.."

“fire in her bones, honey in her soul. she’s sweet when she has to be, and fierce when she needs to be.”

closed for @sasha-romero location: training area

Angry was one of many words that described the way Sasha felt after the raid. Broken glass, stolen items and people injured. All that happening through one night. She felt especially angry with herself for not being stronger to take more raiders down and leaving herself injured. She needed to train more and the perfect person to help her was Kenji. She walked into the training area and heard his voice. "Barely." she responded back as she stood before him. "Don't you know me by now? I always do unless you wanna help me stretch some more. Maybe see how much more flexible i am." she teased, tying her hair up carefully. She still had some pain from her injuries but she wasn't going to let that stop her from training. She needed to get stronger. “Whatcha making over there?” She asked, nodding her head at the wood in his hand.

Of course. It had to be a terrible ex keeping Sasha from having another special person. Sebastian wrinkled his nose slightly, giving his head a little shake of disapproval. "Those darn exes, am I right?" He laughed quietly after, as if he had his own bad ex story to share. He certainly didn't, but letting Sasha in on his own lack of a love life so quickly was not on his to do list. What was on his to do list was to keep Sasha coming back for as much meat and sweet drinks as she wanted. But the wink. The wink had, yet again, sent Sebastian straight toward being a flustered mess. "Heh--best meat and best drinks in town. Promise ya that," he nodded as he boasted. Normally, he wasn't one to brag too much but he had to seem cool if he wanted Sasha to stick around. "If I get some new fruit in sometime, you'll be the first to know."

She nodded in agreement, exes sucked. They ruined the good things and time. but now she wasn't too bothered by them. Especially her own after they parted. She hoped he was dead. if not and she were to ever come across him, she'd killed him herself. "What about you? You're a good-looking man, tall, kind and good with your hands. How are you not in a relationship? That's even more mind boggling to me." she said with a chuckle. Sipping more from the bottle, she held out to him and offered to share. "I'll hold you to that promise." her smile growing bigger. Sebastian was truly kind to her and it was...refreshing. He had this presence that made her feel at ease. Something she didn't get to feel often. "Yeah? You're more than welcome to bring some over whenever you want if you decide to."

Like an obedient student listening to his teacher, Sebastian nodded his head as Sasha gave her instructions. Reaching out, he took hold of the woman's arm just as told, eyes closing and teeth clenching in anticipation for the pain that was sure to come. And come it did. He winced, bloodied fingers tightening slightly on Sasha's arm and jaw tightening as he did his best to hold it together. Thankfully, the worst of it only lasted a few moments. His grip let up quickly, a deep, shaky breath filling his lungs as he opened his eyes. There was a weak smile offered to Sasha as the butcher sat up just slightly to help with the wrapping of the wound. At least the bleeding would be controlled--and hopefully any infection was chased away with the alcohol. "Doctor Sasha," he teased, still somehow remaining lighthearted even in the worst of moments. "Before ya go find someone, lemme wrap you up," he suggested, knowing that his wound wasn't the only one that needed some tending. While he wasn't a doctor, he was pretty confident that he could manage some sterilizing and wrapping. "Can't have you bleedin' out in the hallway, either."

Sasha looked up at Sebastian and gave him a small smile. "Right, good idea." she replied quietly. She slowly lifted her shirt, her now very bloody top to show the stab wound and injuries from her broken rib. She winced with every move she made lifting her arms. She was thankful for someone helping her out. Someone like Sebastian who was also someone that had a calm presence that put her at ease.

Hearing that Sasha wasn't seeing anyone, Sebastian's face twisted in confusion. "Why not?" The question left him before he could stop himself, but he truly did wonder how on Earth someone as pretty as Sasha didn't have ten guys following her around like puppy dogs. "I mean--ahem--" he cleared his throat quickly, doing his best to cover up his obvious curiosity ( and the fact he was flustered by the way she wiped that single drop of sweet drink away ). "I did--yes, ma'am, I did," he blurted out, a proud smile forming on his face. "I know some people 'round here get tired of water 'n alcohol so I just--thought I'd whip somethin' up for those of us who don't really drink beer 'n stuff." Feeling as if he was talking a little too much, he tightened his lips, forcing himself into silence for at least a second or two before he added-- "Can make ya some anytime ya need a sweet treat."

Sasha's brow shot up at his question before a small laugh escaped her. "Because i've been staying away from being in a relationship with anyone. My ex is the cause of it." she explained. It's not like Sasha couldn't get a boyfriend, it was just more of refusing to have one. She had lost all trust and faith in relationships. Worried to put herself through months, possibly years with the same person only to see their true colors and hurt her in the end again. Hook ups were just easier. But she shook the thoughts about relationships away and focused on the drink he made. "This is honestly the best thing i've ever tasted. Its been so long since i've had something as good as this." she complimented, sipping the drink once more. "Really? Thanks. Now i have an excuse to come by more often for something other than meat." she said with a playful wink.

As Sasha's hands were placed on his shoulders and her stern reasoning was given, Sebastian knew there was no use in arguing. If there was anything he had learned from his grandmother, it was that a headstrong woman always got what she wanted. With slumped shoulders and a soft nod, Sebastian lowered himself back on the table, allowing himself some much needed rest. Had the situation been less dire, there would have been blood to warm his cheeks at the sight of Sasha's overshirt being removed. But no such thoughts were crossing Sebastian's mind as he gave a little nod, closed his eyes, and let himself relax as best he could while Sasha left for help.

Sasha nodded before removing her shirt from his wound. "If you need to, you can squeeze my arm for the pain." she suggested. It was probably the only way for him to endure it since making any noise would alert any lurking raiders. "Okay i'm starting." she commented before pouring the rubbing alcohol on the wound to clean it. She spent the next few minutes doing the best she could cleaning his wound and wrapping the gauze around him tight enough to stop the bleeding. She prayed with everything in her that the wound didn't leave any severe damage.

It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. Sasha's words repeated over and over in Sebastian's mind, burying deep and latching on to the hope that still lingered. Though he was more than thrilled to see that Sasha hadn't been lost to the raiders, there wasn't time ( or energy ) to speak to much. And if he did, what if it attracted lingering raiders? "Sash," he mumbled, arm thrown around her shoulder to ensure he didn't collapse. With what little strength he had, he gave her arm a squeeze, hoping it was understood that he was so very thankful for her showing up and helping him. A soft groan escaped him as he was helped onto the hospital bed, one hand still applying pressure over his oozing wound. But it felt better to lay down--better to just not move. "Sash--" He repeated again, finally taking a moment to look at his savior as the soothing stroke of her hand was felt. And it was soothing even in such a terrifying scenario. He smiled--barely--but it was there. As was a look of worry that quickly washed over him when eyes fell upon Sasha's own bleeding wound. "No--" he mumbled, immediately sitting up despite the wave of pain that shot over him. "No--you lay. I'll--get help," he forced out.

Just as she was about to step away to find help, she watched as Sebastian sat up. She puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "I'm fine, i'm use to this. It's basically my job to hunt down people. Getting injured is a part of it. You need to stay here and not bleed out. The town's gonna need their butcher." She gave him a smile to reassure him before looking around for a gauze or anything. To her luck, there was nothing in the room. Raiders took it all. "Fuck." she muttered.

open to anyone :: outside the butcher shop :: 0/2

It had all happened so fast. One minute she was in bed about to sleep, the next were the sounds of screams echoing through the night and her door getting kicked in. As soon as the raider came into her view, her flight or fight response kicked in and those next few minutes felt like forever. Glancing down at the knife in her, she yanked it out and tosses it aside, grabs a gun and stumbles out of the apartment. She just needed to hurry and help anyone else in town. Her hand trying to stop the blood from where the raider stabbed her as she hurried around town.

It had to be a joke. It had to be a cruel, cruel joke that Maverick had set up to embarrass Sebastian. No way was a woman like this so obviously showing interest. Sebastian was flustered, growing warm from head to toe and sure that his ears were beet red. "I uh--um--" He cleared his throat, hands squeezing the counter for support as he tried his best to form a proper sentence. "Don't got a girlfriend," he managed to force out, an awkward smile following. "You got a boyfriend?" He questioned, though immediately regretted it after the words slipped out. He would turn quickly on his heel before even getting an answer, darting into the back to hide from his embarrassment and to grab her one of the cold drinks they had left. He took a deep breath as he snagged the glass bottle filled with a mixture of water, honey, and mashed berries. "Just breathe, Sebastian. Just breathe," he whispered to himself, calming down just a bit before he ventured back out with a smile. "It's real refreshin'. Bit of berries and honey in there to sweetin' it up," he explained as he offered it out to her.

Sebastian was just getting cuter by the second. So cute that she wanted to eat him up. The moment they exchanged words, the smile on her lips never faltered. This was the most fun she had in a conversation with someone. When he answered that he didn’t have a girlfriend, she mentally kicked down the invisible wall that kept the distance of how far she could go with him. But before she could answer, she watched him disappear to the back, her eyes quickly checking him out from behind. She laughed quietly to herself as she waited. Sasha was definitely looking forward to spending more time with him. She was gonna have some more fun. "Thank you." she takes the bottle from him and took a long swig from it. She then wiped the drop that slid down her chin with her finger and licked it off as her eyes met his. "And no, i don't have a boyfriend." she responded. "By the way, this is really good. Did you make it?"

"I'm sure I can handle you flirting with me, unless you're..scared. Are you scared, Sasha? Don't wanna show me your lame moves?" He asked, playfully with a chuckle. "Okay, how about I organize dinner or something for you two to meet and not kill each other? I'll even cook myself. But you have to pinky promise to behave. I like him, his face is too pretty for you to rearrange it."

"Oh no no Mav, i'm not scared but if you really want me to flirt with you, i will." she leaned in closer, face inches from his as her hand slowly running up his thigh and her gaze locked with his. "I'd love to continue this but you've got a man on lock down." she pecked his cheek and sat back in her position and smiles. "Fine i'll be sure to not hit his pretty face."