that girl you can't shut up.

where: Hawkins Park

when: Mid-morning.

tagged: @silverliningstarters​

There was a good chance that people who didn’t know her –or maybe even the ones who did– thought Sasha to be a bit on the eccentric side, and with that opinion, she wouldn’t argue. She had her moments and vintage habits that made her fairly unique. The fact that part of her workout routine was rolling -literally- through the walk ways of Hawkins Park on a pair of white and bright aqua zebra-patterned high top roller skates, with a very noticeable set of matching wireless headphones sitting atop of her head blaring her ‘chill vibes’ playlist into her ears, was an example of this.  It was just something she found calming. So it was no surprise this was what she found herself doing and managing quite well in avoiding the few passers-by who seemed to be enjoying the park as well this morning. 

It felt so free, the wind in her face as she carelessly rolled through the park, enjoying the music and at some point, seemed to vibe and dance along to the music as she skated, continuing to ignore her surroundings. That was until she seemed to catch one of her skates on, what she wasn’t sure, it could’ve been a rock or a twig of some sort, but the next thing she knew she was losing balance and colliding toward the ground, as she did her best to land as much on her butt as she could to do as little damage as possible and quietly cursed to herself as she hit the ground. “Fuck.” A low  hiss of pain and a grunt left her body as she tried to recover and instead of getting up seemed to lay down with her back to the grass and knees bent in the air. “Just gonna die here, I guess. I can be good with that. Yup.” She resigned to herself as she continued to lay there letting the pain in her lower half subside on its own as she caught the breath that had been knocked out of her.

Part of Weston’s approach with women was not to ask them to dance with him, to merely suggest it to them and see if that power alone could garner him their attention. It didn’t always work and there were plenty of women out of his league who shut him down, but tonight it seemed to work out in his favor as the gorgeous woman in front of him accepted his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. “Oh, I love that confidence. Don’t let my appearance throw you off, I can salsa pretty damn well for a white boy.” He chuckled, decidedly not mentioning that he had plenty of latinx friends to teach him how to move over the years. 

Dance had always been a way to impress a woman in a club when he lived in the city and though it may have started as a tactic to get women into his bed, now he actually enjoyed it. “The pleasure is all mine, Sasha.” Wes let one hand find her waist as the other stayed in her hand as they started to dance, the music moving them around the dance floor. “I’ve never seen you around here before. And I come here just about every taco Tuesday so where have you been hiding out Miss Sasha?”

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At his words the brunette couldn’t stop from scoffing in amusement and shaking her head.   “For once in life wasn’t doubting the white boy skill set,”   She paused to chuckle again.   “Although if I had been ya gotta admit more often than not, it’s valid.”   Sasha couldn’t help but add before explaining.   “No, confidence comes from experience. I once lived in Venezuela for nine months, dancing might have came up, among other things.”   Plus by now, she was much more experienced at dancing than she was at saying the right thing so dancing was an easier outlets to get away from her social anxiety and just connect with the people around her and much easier to do over there. Now on the other hand, she didn’t go out as much anymore, tonight was an outlier.    

For a brief moment Sasha seemed to contemplate his question as they danced, but then casually shrugged. “I’m sure I’ve been around, maybe tonight you just got lucky enough to catch me.”  She gave him a bit of a smirk and maybe she was more tipsy than she thought she was, cause this energy was not something she consciously knew how to give off. Much like her being here, it was an anomaly and she was pretty good with that.

There were a lot of that things that would have been an appropriate response to Weston’s question. A whole range of options for things that someone could say, even some slightly off color things that Weston might have been fine with. But what he was absolutely not prepared for was the response that came out of that woman’s mouth and he found himself staring at her trying to think of literally anything to say, his mouth hanging open and brow furrowed. “I…don’t know?” He blinked a few times at her as she seemed to spiral into a bout of word vomit as she spouted off facts about whale dicks.

“I really have no idea why you’re still talking about whale penises but I was just trying to ask if you wanted to dance so I’m gonna go ahead and stop you here.” Weston shook his head, finally letting out a small laugh as he extended a hand to her before nodding back over his shoulder towards the dance floor. “I hope you’re better at salsa than you are at first impressions.” He joked as he backed towards the floor. “I’m Weston.”

At this point in life, Sasha failed to be embarrassed by the things that seemed to fly out of her mouth without her brain's consent. It happened so often that she just rolled with it -- and hoped others who had to endure her off-beat charm --if you could really call it that-- would just roll with it too. Although they had a right to feel thrown off by it and judging by the look on this one face, he definitely was but thankfully seemed to recover just fine. Apprehensively Sasha's seemed to eye his extended hand because frankly she had nowhere in her rambles actually agreed to dance with him, just roundabout answered his question, despite that however she took one last sip of her drink before setting it on the bar and allowing him to take her to the dance floor, what could one dance hurt, right?

"I'm Sasha and don't worry about it, honestly more worried about you being able to keep up with me." The woman couldn't stop herself from teasing just a bit a sly smile making it on to her lips, before adding. "But it's nice to meet ya. Weston."

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Though Amelia couldn’t consider herself particularly skilled in detecting tone through casual conversation, she had learned to pick up sarcasm in certain contexts. In this case, Lucille Sasha Daniels let out the sort of childish sarcasm that would drive Amelia insane if it had come from a child. Thank God I didn’t have kids. 

“Did you always hate horror?” she asked. “What’s the issue? Are you too easily scared, or are you too easily bored?”

Sasha almost flinched at the question. It wasn't that she hated horror--don't get her wrong it was not at the top of her genre list before--she simply lost the taste for most of it after finding out her brother was, well... what he was and telling someone, 'well my older brothers a serial killer so, horror hits a little too close to home, so understandably I'm not a fan' wasn't exactly something she could do without either getting a ton of questions or being judged very openly so she simply shrugged and went with. "I watched 'Candyman' at too young an age, it didn't go well for me, might have done some damage. I couldn't sleep for weeks after, it was awful and I haven't liked horror since."

location; cantina with; open @silverliningstarters​

Weston Keller had lived his whole life in Amory, save for the five years he spent in New York City after his disastrous breakup with Nicole McCarthy, and he loved his little hometown most of the time. There were good people and usually some fun things to do, especially in the fall, and he had no reason to want to be anywhere else. One of his favorite spots in town was the little Cantina down the road from his house where he could sit and have a few tacos and beers and maybe if he was lucky on Salsa Night, he could get a pretty girl to dance with him. Tonight he was watching the couples dancing and sipping on a cerveza as he did. Leaning over to the person sitting at the bar top next to him he nodded at the dance floor. “You ever dance when you’re here?”

When it came to social interactions in general Sasha wasn't exactly skilled in that department. Awkward was the constant state that she seemed to live in and it was only a matter of time, practically predictable and more than inevitable that the wrong thing or the wrong move seemed to flow out of her as easily as water flowed from Skógafoss. Regardless of this inevitable occurrence she just kept on through life. Attending social gathering, after social gathering. Going out to movies, dinners, plays, bars, restaurants, and so on and so forth tonight was no different. She hoped for the best, she hoped to get through it without a clumsy incident, or something seven degrees of embarrassing flying out of her mouth. Oh, so much hope and it was going so well so far. That was until she came to get a drink and take a moment to herself at the bar and someone attractive decided to ask her a question and seamlessly without fail the answer to his question that came spilling from her lips, "Is the average length of a Blue Whale's penis 8 feet?" and just like that all hope was gone and she was the weird woman at a Mexican restaurant who had just said that and worst of all she wasn't even drunk. 

Had she been drinkin' before that? Yes, as indicated by the slight drawl of her southern Texan accent that only made it's appearance with the aid of intoxication, but she was still pretty sober and there was no excusing away that one so after a beat of should not have said that she backtracked, a bit. "--Yes. I mean yeah. The... the answer is yes. Cause ya know a blue whales average dick size is 8 feet. It actually goes up to 10. Actually, at the Icelandic Phallological Museum, there's a mounted 5 and a half foot long tip of one. Just the tip. It's actually very cool in person and I should--- I don't know why I'm still talking feel free to walk away now if you want I would not blame you." She rambled before taking a long sip from her straw and avoiding eye contact. Tonight was not the night she was getting any better at socializing that's for sure.

Location: Marty’s Majestic With: @silverliningstarters​

“You’re just going to have to settle in for this,” Amelia said. Considering this was one of the few outings Amelia had humored in quite a while, she’d hardly tolerate someone bailing last minute (not when she prepared herself far in advance). And for that reason, Amelia grew stubborn. “If you can’t withstand simple horror, then…” she shrugged and shook her head. That gesture alone should tell the other everything they needed to know.

Out of nervous habit, Sasha bit her bottom lip and crossed her arms across her chest, readying herself to fake enthusiasm for whatever nightmare this was going to be. Out of the many genres of movies she'd been talked into seeing, horror was her least favorite. It wasn't just that the feeling of being scared didn't sit well in her stomach and therefore the woman avoided it as much as possible, it just brought forth things for her, but when Amelia said this was the movie she wanted to see Sasha couldn't say no and found herself ready and willing to suck it up. "Pssh," she scoffed. "Horror is great who doesn't love purposely being terrified by the sick ideas of other humans in a dark room with other people for almost two hours it's a dream come true really, could be worse, could be a haunted hayride, if I had to choose between the two, at least in this one I'm not the one being chased." She said and then shrugged. She wasn't wrong. Not being chased while terrified was a pro in this situation.

trigger warnings: depression, death, murder mention.