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A quick shrug and she poured the woman a popular Irish stout, the only thing non-american that they had on tap. The rest was in bottles. “There’s some decent American craft brews, it’s just the big names that taste like barley flavored water.” Kali set the beer down in front of Sasha and gave her the total she owed for it. While she waited for payment, she eyed the woman. “You’re pretty new around here still, aren’t you?” She was fairly certain she’d heard the woman moved to town earlier in the year. However, she didn’t know much more beyond that.

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Sasha thanked Kali for the beer placed in front of her, putting down the money that she had to pay on the countertop for the other to see. She took a sip of the alcoholic beverage before looking at the dark hair woman again and nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty new still I would say. I think I’ve been in town now for…” Sasha quickly counted the months since the moment she had arrived in Olympus. “Four months. So yes, I would call that rather new to town.” The brunette took another sip of the beer before looking at Kali again. “I have a feeling you are native or near native to this town?”

“Very good!” Aisling smiled and went to prepare the coffee. Lots of customers filled the place and she couldn’t be more happier. The people she worked with was amazing but she was still looking for a waiter or waitress to take the afternoon shift during friday and the weekends. Maybe she could ask around but she had still yet to publish the ad on the local newspaper or just go with simply a paper on the window. She took a clean mug and a small plate with designs. The coffee was hot and fresh whe nshe poured it and then put on some glvoes to take the cookies. She put two in a small paper bag and the other on top of the plate. “Here you go,” Aisling said. “I put an extra cookie there, on the house,” she smiled. “Anything else you want? Pie? Cake? Muffin?” 

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Sasha was about to protest that she had only ordered two cookies in total when Aisling told her that the extra cookie was on the house and it made the woman smile. Maybe kindness wasn’t lost on the town just yet. At least not on everyone habiting the town. So far she had found more people in Olympus that were suspicious of each other than that they were kind right from the start. “Oh no, this is definitely it for not. I’m going to gain way too much weight if I keep eating these cookies or all the other goodies all day,” the woman quickly said, a smile still on her lips as she spoke. “Has this place always been yours?”

Sasha had asked Wes to meet her at the diner, knowing very well that it was his birthday and that he was probably busy. Hopefully he would be there after she had told him that she had a special birthday present for him. Because she definitely had. With the official letter that the divorce between the two of them had been finalized and that they were officially single again, Sasha was pretty sure that she was about to give him the best birthday present that he could get. And luckily for her he was waiting for her at the diner. With a smile on her face she made her way over to the table where Wes was seated. She placed the letter in front of him before she sat down on the other side of the table. “Happy birthday! This is the first part of your gift, the second part is me buying food.”

Izzy hadn’t heard about the supermarket situation but it perks her attention up and practically her ears. “Sounds like her,” she smirks. Izzy wasn’t trying to take anyone’s side here but it was kind of shitty to come to a town where you weren’t very well liked. Hell, Izzy was just thankful that she was a stranger when she had showed up because a stranger was better than a thief and drug addict. “Honestly, just like do you, baby. She’s just feeling hormonal and dramatic. I mean, can you blame her? — As long as you don’t touch Wes, I don’t see what she has to worry about. I mean besides you being probably way prettier than she ever thought.” Izzy shrugs, figuring that Blake will get mad at Izzy if she must but it’s true. There’s no way Sasha would ever dream of going near Wes though, considering everyone would turn on her— including Izzy. “I mean, duh, I wanna hear. I need to honestly like figure out how to do that to someone way richer than Wes and trap their asses. So spill.”

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Sasha smiled down at Izzy when the woman told her to just do what she wanted. “Don’t worry about that, because that will definitely happen. I can’t blame her, really. I’m certainly not here to take Wes away from him. I’m here to get rid of him in my history,” she said with a chuckle to the woman laying on the couch and on her lap. She relaxed slightly in her seat, taking a sip of the alcohol in her hand and looking at Izzy again. “Well, first of all you have to get them in a bar during a local holiday. And then you drink a lot of different alcohol. Like tequila works really well, throw in some mescal as well. Don’t forget to flirt but I’m pretty sure that I don’t have to tell you that, don’t I?” Sasha told, chuckling again as she looked down at the woman in her lap.

“I’ll be with you in a second!” Aisling said to the next customer. She went to the back to pick up a tray of freshly made cinnamon rolls and chocolate chip cookies to bring it outside where other people were waiting for them. “They’re still warm,” she told with a smile to the couple of kids that paid for a small bag of treats. Taking a deep breath she couldn’t help but smile and look around at the tables. People were drinking coffee and enjoying something sweet and she couldn’t be more happier about it. Her life had been very different and if she wa being honest with herself, Aisling never would have thought that this was going to be her future. She couldn’t complain and was grateful for it. “Alright, what would you like to have today?” she said looking down to a small menu and pointing different items. “The red velvet cake is delicious as well as the lemon and apple pie. Cookies and cinnamon rolls are fresh and there’s a discount here if you take your coffe with any of these cupcakes,” she finally looked up at her customer. “Anything catching your eye?” 

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Walking into Mama Kay’s was a treat every day. Simply because the smell of the fresh baked goods was one of her favourite smells in the world. It was right up there with the smell of a gasoline station. Many people declared her crazy if she told that she liked the mslle of gasoline, her usual reacion always being a shrug of her shoulders. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she realized that she was in front of the line and that the woman - who she had recognized by now as the owner of the place - in front of her was talking to her. “Sorry, I did not hear quite what you were saying, I was too taken by the delicious smell of the new baked goodies. So I definitely want two chocolate chip cookies with a caffé latte, please.” One to eat now and one to eat later… It had been her usual order every day by now and Sasha was pretty sure that she would be gaining weight in no time if she continued like this. But it was all just too good.

Kali had gotten used to seeing the gloomy faces around the Dive. She’d blame it on being a Primordial hangout but the Bastards tended to flock there as well. Basically any miscreant in a fifty mile radius found their way into the Dive. But the impact of the woman she was only acquainted with, was obvious and dominant recently. The young woman at her bar was not a change in the general mood of the many. “Just any draft? Darlin’ you sure about that, an IPA tastes a lot different than a stout. Unless you just want your average, everyday watered down American draft.” She pointed to the knobs as she listed things off. “Tastes like freedom and disappointment.”

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Sasha looked at the several taps and then looked back at Kali, scrunching her nose at the mention of ‘watered down American draft’. “Please don’t give me that watered down shit, because that’s not even drinkable.” She leaned back on her stool for a moment before she pointed at the taps. “How about you give me the best one you have, preferably European. You can say about us what you want but we don’t know how to make proper beer,” she said to the woman on the other side of the bar, leaning on the bar with her lower arms.

“No, yeah, she definitely would kill you, pretty girl,” she tells Sasha. Blake definitely wasn’t a weakling and she’d be hard-pressed to find Blake not ready for something. Hell, probably the only reason why Sasha didn’t end up on the ground with Blake on top of her, fists flying was because of the baby inside of her. Admittedly, it was a pretty good excuse. “Just thank that baby or you’d be all fucked up.” Honesty was the best policy. “But that stuff’s like over right? Y’all are almost divorced?” she asks. Izzy finds herself shifting to make sure that her head is in Sasha’s lap on the couch as soon as she sits, ignoring the alcohol, at least for the moment. “One when one of my best friends don’t die. –That sounded morbid but just like… anything.”

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“I’m already thanking that baby. Simply for the fact that I could not slap her across the face either the other day in the supermarket,” Sasha said with a chuckle to the woman on the couch with her. Because that had definitely been a moment that she had wanted to do so. “Let’s say that she basically told me that I could not stay here after the divorce.” The woman couldn’t help rolling her eyes as she thought back about their meeting in the supermarket. Don’t get too comfortable. That was not for her to decide. “We are nearly divorced, yes. The papers are signed and they are delivered at mister Thompson, so now we have to wait.” She watched how Izzy got herself comfortable on the couch, her head reasing on her lap and it made Sasha smile for a moment. She pushed strands of hair out of Izzy’s face and splayed out her hair. “One where no one dies. Do you want me to tell about the night that I got so shitfaced I didn’t remember marrying someone?”

Izzy barely hears Sasha as she makes her way into the home, looking around as she does. That is until she finds the couch to lay on and sprawl out. With the weight of everything going on, it feels nice to put some of that weight down— with the alcohol, with the lounging around, it didn’t matter. “Yes, a glass please,” she says, probably too loudly. “But you have to come join me on the couch, baby.” Admittedly, Izzy’s looked better but it was excusable, wasn’t it? “A movie sounds borrrinnnggg,” she tells her in a sing-song voice. “I want you to tell me about your day or something like super fucking happy? Also, if it wasn’t implied I always want to hear about the drama of your divorce…”

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Sasha grabbed two glasses from the cupboard before she made her way into the living room. She placed them on the table before sitting down on the couch next to Izzy. It was clear that a movie wasn’t going to happen with the way the darkhaired woman said that and she raised her eyebrows just for a moment when the other woman wanted to know about her day. The bad thing in this case was that her day had probably been rather boring. She took the bottle of liquor that Izzy had brought with her and she put something in the glasses, handing over one of the glasses to the other woman. “The drama of my divorce exists out of me showing up at a babyshower I shouldn’t have been at and Blake basically looking like she wants to kill me. Although I’m pretty sure that she would be able to actually kill me if she wanted to. But that doesn’t really stop me from saying the wrong things whenever we see each other.” Like saying that she wasn’t easily scared away… Not the best idea probably. “What kind of happy story do you want to hear about?”

Sasha had made her way to the Dive only a few minutes earlier but when she came in, it was clear that it wasn’t as busy as usual. She let her gaze move through the space to look if she saw someone she recognized, but that wasn’t the case. So she moved over to the bar instead, taking a seat and waving over the woman on the other side of the bar. “Hey, can I have a beer please? A drafted one?”

The other’s admittance of being a trash can makes her laugh, but she’ll remember for future occasions. It’s difficult enough to find people who appreciate food and are willing to tread into unknown lands of exploration. Some people have favorites and never explore further than that. Although she has always been one to keep an open mind because no matter how often her mother tempted to severe the optimism, the auburn-haired woman knew a good day would be coming. After a moment, her saccharine tone falsetto dances through the atmosphere once piling their plates, “Please make yourself at home. If you want more of anything, you’re more than welcome to rummage through cabinets or take some lasagna.” All she wants to do is make the other feel welcomed. A part of the neurosurgeon imagines her reasoning of showing up to divorce Wes brought some hostility.

However, tonight isn’t about grilling the other. It isn’t her place nor the kind of character she is. If she was in the other’s position, Teagan couldn’t quite imagine how the other is feeling or dealing. Hell, rarely did she come off as weak, but she felt a lot and took many things to heart ─ overthinking into oblivion until her mind is numb. So, for how long Sasha is here, whether it’s briefly, then she wants to make a lasting impression on the other. 

Now seated at the table, a laborious sigh shoots from the confines of her mouth as she hadn’t realized she had been keeping in it. For someone who likes to make a lasting impression and how dinner parties manage to steady her on edge because the guests’ approval defines her. Though the thought dances through her mind on how Sasha likes anything, or as she called herself, a trash can and that’s what she’ll take with her from this point on. Taking a sip of her pinot grigio, the auburn-haired woman can imagine how the other woman’s touch in the home would fulfill it to its potential. “Well, not sure if you like antiques, but I have a storage unit full of items that you can look through,” she begins, although it doesn’t explain why Teagan has antiques at her disposal. It’s peculiar if someone doesn’t understand the reasoning behind it. Once clearing her throat, tucking a loose tress behind her ear, there’s a soft upwards crinkle. “My grandma used to own an antique shop in town, but it got blown away by a storm in May. So, now, I just have this whole storage unit of items.”

Maybe the neurosurgeon’s offer will startle Sasha. The kindness that overflows from Teagan’s behalf could be interpreted as if she wants something in return. In the end, all she wants to help out in any way possible. 

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Sasha smiled up at Teagan when she let her know to make herself at home. Rummaging through the cabinets was probably a little too much but it was good to know that the other woman wouldn’t mind if she would get up to get some more to drink later on the night. It was kind of her but it was something that Sasha herself wouldn’t have done. Probably because she was suspicious of everyone that she had met so far, wondering if there was a reasoning behind the fact that people were kind to her or whenever they started a conversation. It often ended with a conversation about why she was in town in the end and what more she came to do here besides handling the divorce.

The brunette got her cutlery so she could start on the delicious smelling lasagna that was on the plate in front of her. Just as she was about to take a bite, Teagan let her know that she had a storage unit full of antique. Sasha raised her eyebrows in surprise, probably letting the other know the question she wanted to ask; why? And indeed, the explanation followed quickly by Teagan. She silently listened as she took a first bite of the dish. Also so she wouldn’t have to answer straight away because she already knew the answer to the offer.

“I’m sorry for the loss of the shop and thank you for the offer, but I will have to pass. I have a rather… modern style.” The cleaner the style the better probably. Small accessoirees like candles and - probably fake - plants were better than any antiques she could think of from the top of her head.

“The lasagna tastes great by the way,” she said to the other woman before she took another bite of the dish. Much better than the already done lasagna that she would buy in the stores herself.

Seth definitely didn’t want to hear anything else from the woman about himself. He knows plenty and her digging into his shit would only bring up things that didn’t need to be brought up for anyone. He can only imagine himself ending up in jail because Sasha doesn’t know what the fuck she’s getting herself into. “Just don’t go lookin’ for more shit on me,” he warns, finger pointed in her direction. The idea of having her as something of a contractor is intriguing since, he’s not sure how to do fuck off with computers besides start one up, sometimes type, sometimes look up shit. But he definitely doesn’t know how Sasha managed to get herself into his juvenile record. “So you just do this shit for money? Hack into people’s fuckin’ lives and drag their secrets out?” he asks, annoyed but also intrigued.

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The woman placed a hand over her heart as a sign that she was going to keep that promise. No more looking into his background - unless paid for by someone else. No matter how badly Seth did not want it… If someone was going to pay her enough for it, then she would do it. But that was something that he didn’t need to know for now. “Sometimes it is dragging secrets out, sometimes it is blocking some things, but yes. That’s basically the case.” She leaned against the bar as she watched Seth. “And to come back to the comment you made the other day of me being too boring… I found out about Wes when inside a police office. I don’t check the info they have on me a lot, but if I had done that sooner, I would’ve been here sooner probably.”

Alcohol. It would comfort her. Of course, there were less volatile ways to help her own sorrow. But alcohol was what seemed to come easiest. Facing her problems sounded like she was bound to explode–or implode. She wasn’t sure which. Ultimately, she can’t think about that right now. Maybe next week or maybe next year. For now, she’s just trying to get through. Her black dress from the funeral still clings to her body as she sets off toward a friend’s house, a friend she knew wouldn’t sit there and judge and certainly wouldn’t ask questions. They barely knew each other, in fact. Sasha likely didn’t even know that Izzy was supposed to be sober right now, when in reality, she’s been drinking since the service. Knocking on the door to Sasha’s apartment, Izzy calls out for her. “I come baring– alcohol.”

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The vibe within the town had changed and Sasha had not expected anything else. It hadn’t taken long to learn who Sutton Hart had been and what part she had played within the community. It also didn’t take a lot for her to understand that it probably had to do with the MC that Seth had defended only weeks earlier, with the fact that Sutton’s husband was a part of the MC. She had seen more motorbikes through the town in the past days. Sasha had also learned that the funeral would be today. So when she opened up the door to the voice of Izzy, it was no surprise that the woman was dressed in an entire black clothing attire. For a moment Sasha took in Izzy, before stepping aside so the woman could walk into her house. “Let me get some glasses for that alcohol of yours,” she let her know, closing the door behind Izzy when she had walked in and made her way to the kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable on the couch. If there’s a movie or something else you wanna watch, go for it.”

“God, I actually haven’t watched the movie in years.” Marisol slots herself in beside the other woman, immediately deciding that they’re friends. “It’s probably like, awful. You know how dated things get so fast now. But, I had that Jessica Alba poster on my wall for years. I was–maybe–too obsessed.”

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“Maybe I will have to put it on my watchlist soon, but I have to say that it is a very long watchlist,” Sasha let the other woman know. There was way too much left that she wanted to watch. “Well, that’s a damn good choice as a wall decoration. I can understand why you picked it.” And she also understood the obsession over Miss Alba. Very well. “Any other posters on your wall that you considered dressing up like?”

“A villain, huh?” she says, a bit intrigued. Izzy guesses that’s what has to do with the Wes and Blake and Sasha love triangle that wasn’t really a love triangle considering Wes and Sasha married fairly quickly and never really thought of each other again— or whatever that mess was. Izzy was still internally shaking her head at Wes, considering she’s known him way too long. Now, here she was talking to what Izzy assumes will soon be his ex-wife. “You know, I think you could’ve been more obnoxious, if you wanted to. I mean, I would’ve probably caused at least seventeen scenes by now if I were you.” But then again, Izzy is dramatic where other people weren’t always. “Angelina is so fucking hot, you’re so right,” she nods, looking down at her legs. “I figured I could pull it off since I’m hot and she’s hot.”

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“A villain at first sight, yes, but then, in the end, she turns out not to be that bad. That and Maleficent is just my favourite Disney villain if I have to pick.” Sasha just hoped that people would be able to see her as other than a villain if she were to stay in Olympus. To stay in town and keep getting considered the person who had done the wrong thing… Well, she wasn’t looking forward to that. “Not quite my style, I think I’ve caused a scene earlier in my time here in Olympus and that’s enough for two months.” If she hadn’t been new to town, then perhaps she would’ve. But for now… Laying low sounded like a better idea to Sasha. She took Izzy in once more, letting her gaze rest on her face. “And I can’t disagree there. Two hot people, for sure.”

While Rowan’s first interaction with Sasha had been pleasant, she hadn’t been in a hurry to have a repeat. The fact that she’s Wesley’s wife isn’t something that she holds against the other woman — especially seeing as the marriage between them isn’t really the reason Rowan had been upset with Wes, it was because he had lied and kept it a secret and that had nothing to do with Sasha. However, the other woman’s choice to show up to Blake’s baby shower was something that she held against her and as a result she definitely would not consider herself a fan of Sasha. So she’s not exactly thrilled when the brunette approaches her, shooting a tight lipped smile and wishes she had a gin and tonic she could chug. “She was,” she nodded in response to Sasha’s question. “S’a short list of people I’d trust to paint my body and she’s on it. I didn’t know y’all knew each other.”

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From the reaction that Sasha was getting from Rowan, she knew enough. Even though their first interaction had been good, this second one was going to be a very different one. The situation between Blake, Wes, and herself was going to influence this and Sasha made a mental note of it. “I’ve come across Izzy in town before. It’s a small town after all.” And that it was. The encounter with the woman in the coffee shop was one that she could remember. Just as the encounter with Rowan at the diner. “Do you always go all out with Halloween costumes? And with that, I mean full bodypaint, exact looking costume and no money spared?”

“It’s all they had left by the time I got over there. But it works,” he shrugs. “I’m definitely up for that drink,” he adds, figuring he probably owed her that, considering they were close to being done with her divorce. She was bound to be a single woman any day now and he knew that she felt pretty good about that one, even if she didn’t seem to hate Wes. Seemed like Wes— it turned out— was busy living his own life, he’s heard. “What are we having? Don’t let anyone step on your train again. May not be there to catch you,” he smirks.

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Sasha moved in the direction of the bar with Caine when he agreed that he was up for a drink. “If one more person steps on that thing, then I’ll be taking it off.” Luckily it came separate from the long dress that she had been wearing. She looked at the several cups that were decorated with Halloween related things before looking back at Caine. “We can go safe and decide to have some beers. Or we can have one of those of which I’m still not sure what it is beside the fact that it’s very sweet and tolerable.”

“Aw shucks, aren’t you sweet.” Cat said with heavy sarcasm, though there was no malice intertwined with it. She turned her neck to stare at the woman, offering the flask to her. “You’re the, uh, dragon lady. From Sleeping Beauty,” She said with a nod of appreciation. “You got the brows for it. And yeah, I’m ready to go. Vamos!” Catalina ushered her along into the darkened maze, ready for whatever scares awaited them.

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“Dragon lady from Sleeping Beauty. That’s a description I haven’t heard so far yet tonight but you are right there,” Sasha said to the other woman, raising said eyebrows in the process as she wondered if it was a compliment or just something that had been on her mind… She followed Catalina into the maze, her eyes getting used to the darkness that quickly surrounded them. “I hope you don’t offer the drugs to every person you’ve come across here every time?”