[location: Outside the Hotel]daughterof_evilJune 30 2010, 08:33:39 UTC
After conquering her fear of the pool, Sasha had pulled on a dress to cover up and started out in search of something cool to drink. The mansion had almost everything that she could want, but exploring the city seemed more exciting to her than staying in the place where she was comfortable. She had been playing it safe for too long; something had to give. And if she happened to meet a few cute guys or spend a crazy amount of money, then that was just a bonus.
The last bonus she expected to find in the city was the familiar face who was headed her way. She knew she had spotted him first because he wasn't really looking up, and that made her twice as happy. It was only polite to give him a loud, ridiculously excited warning in the form of the word "Roomie!" shouted in his direction as she hurried toward him. Then she tackled him, expecting him to be able to balance her weight the way he always used to.
If he couldn't, oh well. They'd fall to the ground and then she'd get to tackle him more. Not a bad thing at all.
No, no, that was inside his head. No one called him Roomie here, and she was in Gotham, there was not a chance in hell that she'd be-- He knew that hair. That streak of reddish brown was unmistakable.
"Oh Christ, you've gotta be kiddin' m--" Shane had to laugh when her body made contact with his, but that quickly cut into a yelp as he flailed and went backwards, Sasha landing squarely on top of him. He coughed, all the air flying out of his chest complete with a nice 'whoosh' effect. "... How the hell'd you get here?" He choked out.
This would've been better if he'd been expecting it. Or had maybe two seconds more notice. Yeah, maybe then he'd've been more skilled.
It might not have looked at it, but the second they landed, Sasha tried extremely hard to pretend that she was worried about the fall. She would have been genuinely concerned if she had heard a snap, or if he had hit his head. As far as she could tell, he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him, and that wasn't so bad. In her mind, it was a small price to pay for a very happy reunion.
"I don't know how I got here, but I do know that I've been here for a while." She slid down a little, making sure that she wasn't putting any pressure on his chest. He looked like he needed to catch his breath, and that was fine. He was more than capable of doing that with her on top of him.
Was she supposed to move? No, she was too comfortable for that.
"A while?" He repeated, disbelieving. How the hell'd he not found her before this? Shane was pretty sure he'd been there since the beginning. And the hotel wasn't that big. "Jesus. This place is ridiculous." Since she apparently wasn't going to move, he let his head drop back lightly against the pavement.
At her question, though, he looked back up again. Shane stared at her for a long minute, then started laughing again. "Just great." He muttered, and looked down at how she was lying on him. And then that sank in. "... You gettin' up, or are we gettin' a tan?" Well, she would be, mostly. Considering she was all over him.
"I don't know, this is pretty cozy, don't you think?" But she did push herself to her feet, straightening out her dress and pulling up the bikini straps underneath it. Shane was used to seeing her when she was a mess, but he was the only person who she knew from home. There were hundreds of people in the city who she still needed to make a good impression on.
Still, being around the one who actually cared about her was more exciting than it would have been if someone else from home had been in the city. Bart would have had a meltdown if he had gotten stuck in a golden city.
She offered him a hand up, trying not to laugh while she waited for him to stand. "I've totally missed you. ...And everyone else, but I was missing you back in Gotham, and then I ended up in this shiny hellhole."
The last bonus she expected to find in the city was the familiar face who was headed her way. She knew she had spotted him first because he wasn't really looking up, and that made her twice as happy. It was only polite to give him a loud, ridiculously excited warning in the form of the word "Roomie!" shouted in his direction as she hurried toward him. Then she tackled him, expecting him to be able to balance her weight the way he always used to.
If he couldn't, oh well. They'd fall to the ground and then she'd get to tackle him more. Not a bad thing at all.
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No, no, that was inside his head. No one called him Roomie here, and she was in Gotham, there was not a chance in hell that she'd be-- He knew that hair. That streak of reddish brown was unmistakable.
"Oh Christ, you've gotta be kiddin' m--" Shane had to laugh when her body made contact with his, but that quickly cut into a yelp as he flailed and went backwards, Sasha landing squarely on top of him. He coughed, all the air flying out of his chest complete with a nice 'whoosh' effect. "... How the hell'd you get here?" He choked out.
This would've been better if he'd been expecting it. Or had maybe two seconds more notice. Yeah, maybe then he'd've been more skilled.
Right.
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It might not have looked at it, but the second they landed, Sasha tried extremely hard to pretend that she was worried about the fall. She would have been genuinely concerned if she had heard a snap, or if he had hit his head. As far as she could tell, he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him, and that wasn't so bad. In her mind, it was a small price to pay for a very happy reunion.
"I don't know how I got here, but I do know that I've been here for a while." She slid down a little, making sure that she wasn't putting any pressure on his chest. He looked like he needed to catch his breath, and that was fine. He was more than capable of doing that with her on top of him.
Was she supposed to move? No, she was too comfortable for that.
"So, how're things?"
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At her question, though, he looked back up again. Shane stared at her for a long minute, then started laughing again. "Just great." He muttered, and looked down at how she was lying on him. And then that sank in. "... You gettin' up, or are we gettin' a tan?" Well, she would be, mostly. Considering she was all over him.
Maybe he didn't want needed her to get up now.
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Still, being around the one who actually cared about her was more exciting than it would have been if someone else from home had been in the city. Bart would have had a meltdown if he had gotten stuck in a golden city.
She offered him a hand up, trying not to laugh while she waited for him to stand. "I've totally missed you. ...And everyone else, but I was missing you back in Gotham, and then I ended up in this shiny hellhole."
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