A Regrettable Endeavor [Sasha]
Sept 16, 2018 5:33:15 GMT
Post by Sasha on Sept 16, 2018 5:33:15 GMT
“One glass, two glasses, that stuff will knock you on your ass anyways if you’re not prepared, heck even if you are.”
Truth be told, she would be lying if she said she had never tried that stuff before, so she really couldn’t blame Amelie for doing so. Her expression hardened considerably however, as Amelie brought up what was a rather touchy subject for Sasha: her height. Being reminded of her rather small stature for someone of her age was never a fun time. It wasn’t her fault puberty had been unkind to her!
Just before she was able to make a comeback from that however, her guest did a complete 180 turn, even going so far as to call Sasha…cute? Ok, now that she really didn’t expect, falling silent for a moment being at an honest loss for words.
“Thanks?” She said somewhat unsurely, not completely convinced on what was the right thing to say, her cheeks glowing rosy for a moment before the subject was thankfully dropped aside.
“Grudge? I don’t think, unless you hit him so hard he’s never having kids again.” She reasoned, half seriously, half jokingly. Truth be told there was a real possibility that guy would hold a grudge, nothing surprising coming from the type that tried to take advantage of drunk girls at night, really.
“But eh, it’s a big city, the chance of you seeing them again is probably next to nil, I wouldn’t worry too much.” She shrugged, not giving the issue at hand much more thought, chuckling a bit at the French girl’s offer to repay Sasha for her help. For someone in her…economical situation there was very little Amelie could offer her, but it was hard to say no to the girl's genuinely kind intentions.
“It was nothing really, you’re not even the most annoying drunk I dealt with.” While that was technically true, Amelie was the only one she had been forced to piggy back while hearing her drone on and on about knights, so it was hard to measure how annoying it had been. At the very least, Amelie was not making Sasha regret letting her stay for the night, which was more than what she could say about her usual guests. “…but, since you asked, maybe inviting me over with a bottle of absinthe one of these days would be the way to go.” She'd offer with a smirk, though certainly doubing Amelie would take her up on the offer after what had happened.
The cab talk had to wait however, as the brunette's phone rang out, just as she explained she needed to use the bathroom because of an "accident". Needless to say, Sasha didn’t need any more information about it.
“Sure, knock yourself out, second door on the left.” She replied with a nod and an understanding look, somewhat glad Amelie’s body had been courteous enough to wait until she was out of bed to start acting up.
After she was finished cleaning up her own cup, Sasha figured it was a good moment as any to call for a taxi to come and pick her guest up soon. Alas, she had left her cellphone on her bedroom, so after making a colossal effort to defeat his inherent morning laziness she headed straight to the bedroom. Said room was placed just a door’s distance away from the house’s only bathroom, so once she came back out with the small device in her hand, she couldn’t help but notice something odd about the bath.
Namely, the rather bright glow she could notice was creeping from under the door, as if someone was pointing a searchlight from within the room. Naturally, this made some alarms on Sasha’s head go off instinctually, pondering just what the French girl could be up to inside.
After a good moment of silent staring, curiosity got the better of her, and she finally knocked on the door three times.
“Uh…Amelie, what are you doing in there?”
Truth be told, she would be lying if she said she had never tried that stuff before, so she really couldn’t blame Amelie for doing so. Her expression hardened considerably however, as Amelie brought up what was a rather touchy subject for Sasha: her height. Being reminded of her rather small stature for someone of her age was never a fun time. It wasn’t her fault puberty had been unkind to her!
Just before she was able to make a comeback from that however, her guest did a complete 180 turn, even going so far as to call Sasha…cute? Ok, now that she really didn’t expect, falling silent for a moment being at an honest loss for words.
“Thanks?” She said somewhat unsurely, not completely convinced on what was the right thing to say, her cheeks glowing rosy for a moment before the subject was thankfully dropped aside.
“Grudge? I don’t think, unless you hit him so hard he’s never having kids again.” She reasoned, half seriously, half jokingly. Truth be told there was a real possibility that guy would hold a grudge, nothing surprising coming from the type that tried to take advantage of drunk girls at night, really.
“But eh, it’s a big city, the chance of you seeing them again is probably next to nil, I wouldn’t worry too much.” She shrugged, not giving the issue at hand much more thought, chuckling a bit at the French girl’s offer to repay Sasha for her help. For someone in her…economical situation there was very little Amelie could offer her, but it was hard to say no to the girl's genuinely kind intentions.
“It was nothing really, you’re not even the most annoying drunk I dealt with.” While that was technically true, Amelie was the only one she had been forced to piggy back while hearing her drone on and on about knights, so it was hard to measure how annoying it had been. At the very least, Amelie was not making Sasha regret letting her stay for the night, which was more than what she could say about her usual guests. “…but, since you asked, maybe inviting me over with a bottle of absinthe one of these days would be the way to go.” She'd offer with a smirk, though certainly doubing Amelie would take her up on the offer after what had happened.
The cab talk had to wait however, as the brunette's phone rang out, just as she explained she needed to use the bathroom because of an "accident". Needless to say, Sasha didn’t need any more information about it.
“Sure, knock yourself out, second door on the left.” She replied with a nod and an understanding look, somewhat glad Amelie’s body had been courteous enough to wait until she was out of bed to start acting up.
After she was finished cleaning up her own cup, Sasha figured it was a good moment as any to call for a taxi to come and pick her guest up soon. Alas, she had left her cellphone on her bedroom, so after making a colossal effort to defeat his inherent morning laziness she headed straight to the bedroom. Said room was placed just a door’s distance away from the house’s only bathroom, so once she came back out with the small device in her hand, she couldn’t help but notice something odd about the bath.
Namely, the rather bright glow she could notice was creeping from under the door, as if someone was pointing a searchlight from within the room. Naturally, this made some alarms on Sasha’s head go off instinctually, pondering just what the French girl could be up to inside.
After a good moment of silent staring, curiosity got the better of her, and she finally knocked on the door three times.
“Uh…Amelie, what are you doing in there?”
