Sasha swallows her pride and asks for help

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther is perched atop his dingy couch, strumming at his guitar and rumbling out a low stream of german lyrics.. waiting. The arm of the couch has a switchblade sticking out of it.

Ita McNairee: *in the hall way, to the door, she shoves it open, not even bothering with stealth. he knew she was coming. she'd likely not be interrupting him midshag this time*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: When the door opens, he stops his playing and peers at the woman "Hey." He dismounts and walks the guitar back over to its case.

Ita McNairee: Allo gunther loves.. *she smiles,, a little dishevelled. Tshirt saying "i can sleep when i'm dead" and... sweats? classy* ow are ye?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs "Been better.. been worse.." He eyes the woman moving to the kitchen "You look like shit."

Ita McNairee: och. thank ye gunther.. reckon ye can afford me noow aye? *she shoots back with a cheeky grin, putting more food in the fridge as she follows him, though bending over is difficult*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: The food she's been leaving has gone untouched. He reaches in for a beer "Affordin ain't got nothin ta do with it. It's principle."

Ita McNairee: *she gives a frown at the untouched food. cocking her head before she uses his arm to hekp haul herself straight* och.. ye've ad et en me twice darlin.. oor ye jes talken aboot payen loves?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Payin." He gruffs with a toothy grin, moving over to his seat on the couch.

Ita McNairee: och.. didnae thenk sae.. rckon ye'd nae tae mooch o a prollem wie et.. *she doesn't let go of his arm, trailing behind him as she heads to the couch.. she plops down beside him, fighting for a comfortable positon and rattling a slew of curses in gaelic*

Sasha: She makes her way toward the apartment, looking over her shoulder. The little street whore has a look of definite paranoia, a tension in her frame, and an extreme hesitance in her eyes, whether she's looking behind her or ahead of her, toward the apartment. Both options suck right now, but she reasons at least one of the options, it's the devil she knows.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks over the woman, cracking the top off of the longneck and slinging it to the pile of broken glass at the far wall "You alright?"

Ita McNairee: aye.. jes hard tae gie comfortable.. damned belly.. *she shuffles to lie on the couch, head on the broad german's heavily muscled thigh*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He looks down at her when she lays on him. He gruffs "I think Sady's fucked up in the head. Do all brujah's cry that much?"

Sasha: She pulls up to the door to the building, pausing a moment. She stares at it like the damned likely stare at the gates of Hell. Her eyes lower, and she bites her lip, momentarily overcome by doubt and fear. She turns away and starts to walk along...and then stops, after a few steps. No, the unknown is worse. Cursing something fierce, she turns back around and steps through the door, pushing onward toward Gunther's door.

Ita McNairee: nae.. but lassie's en love dae.

Ita McNairee: *a smile up to him* she loves ye aye? cries effen ye hurt her feelens. confusen aye?

Sasha: She steps up to the door and pauses at it, giving a very tentative, scared little knock.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Peering to the door, Gunther reaches under the couch to grab his mauser, pointing it at the door before grumbling "Come in."

Ita McNairee: *ita looks up from gunthers thigh, and starts trying to waddle to her feet, a glance at him to see if he knows who it is, murmering* reckon tha's yer boss ah'd best hide..

Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((sorry bout that. electricity flickered))

Sasha: The door pushes open, and her head pokes through sligtly. She sees the gun pointed at her and freezes for a second, eyes widening. The "Deer in Headlights" look is plastered right across her face.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther grins and lowers the gun, sliding it back under the couch "Oh. It's you."

Ita McNairee: och.. allo Sasha darlin *Ita smiles, releived*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther takes another hefty swig from his beer, eyeing sasha "Ain't expect ta see yer bitchass around.."

Sasha: She swallows heavily...the vanishing of the gun has only barely diminished the distinct image of her as a doe on the freeway with a trucker heading her way at 70 mph. "Can...l-look, I need to talk to you, okay?"

Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head. watching sasha* darlin.. love. ye aulrecht?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "You needa hit er somethin? You look all funny.." He gruffs at Sasha.

Sasha: "No...well, yeah, but that's not why I'm here. Not the main reason, anyway." She moves inside the door, shutting it to it's mostly-shut usual spot and stuffing her hands into her pockets, staying near the door. Jumpy much? Oh, hell yeah. "I need to...kinda...ask you somethin'."

Ita McNairee: *ita moves to get som eof the untouched stew out of the fidge, loading it up in a plastic bag. afterall.. the german wasn't eating it*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther takes another gulp of his beer, squinting at Sasha. "Well.. spit it out, slut."

Sasha: "I need your...help." That seemed to be a pretty tough word for her to get out, and she flinches a little, maybe expecting to have something thrown at her, or just self-beration. "Some other guy's got some wierd shit, and I don't know what the fuck he did to me. I thought you might."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther rubs his bald head "How tha fuck would I know?" He gruffs out initially.. then looks to Ita with a tiny sneer. She'd get all girly on him if he wasn't nice. Looks back to Sasha "Who was he.. what happened?" He asks reluctantly.

Ita McNairee: *she jingles towards sasha, chiming* stew fer ye. bettern a soup kitchen an et doesnae cost naethen... noow. oo's thes felly?

Sasha: "I don't know who the fuck he was." She looks at him, a bit of that defiant nature coming back to her, defensively, before she remembers where she is and who she's with, and she kills it. "I mean...ah...shit. Some guy last night. Said he'd pay me for buying a fuckin' lottery ticket...he said he felt lucky."

Sasha: She looks to Ita, then to the soup hesitantly, expecting something you might find in a cauldron, bubbling and with frog's eyes, slug testicles, and shit like that. She reaches out, hesitantly, and takes it, though.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He cocks a brow at the girl "Didja do it?"

Sasha: ((soup=stew))

Ita McNairee: *a frown* an wha the felly look like? *who knows.. could be someone she knows*

Sasha: "Was gonna. Figured it was some guy, worked for the lottery people or something, who knew the numbers. That shit's so rigged anyway, so that only the rich fuckers ever win. Figured hey, I might as well get some cash for helping some dickhead get rich. Then, he took out some fuckin' cards, and I got the bad mojo feeling again."

Ita McNairee: 6,10,

Ita McNairee: ochhh. *she siiighs. cards. and she was talking to travis last night before ita slinked off and stopped watching*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks utterly confused "Alright.. so let me get this straight.. You'da sucked him off for some cash.. But when a fucker starts playin with some cards, ya get all creeped out?" He shakes his head "You bitches ain't make no sense." He downs the rest of his beer and tosses it to the pile of broken glass across the room.

Sasha: "Tall guy, kinda wiry. Kinda hot, too, I guess. All covered up. Nice ass."

Ita McNairee: *she pats the big german, shaking her head* loves.. a thin dark felly.. aye? bonnie looken? dark hair.. wee glasses? ye didnae touch hem ded ye? *she eyes the girl suspiciously, looking her over* aye.. dinnae woory aboot hem.. ee's a wee bet odd but ee's a good felly. ee'd nae o hurt ye

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs at Ita and looks around the room with a bored look about him.

Sasha: She looks to Gunther, eyes flashing a little as her hands ball into fists. "Look, I know what I felt. I wasn't fucked-up last night, either, so don't try and say it was that. Fucker did something, just like--" She cuts off, blinking back a little moisture. "I may be some junkie bitch, but I know what I felt."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He looks back to her with a low chuckle "I think you're fucked up in tha head. Last time you saw my ass.. you thought *I* was tryin ta do shit to ya. Yer fuckin nuts."

Ita McNairee: darlin.. *she sings clearly, nodding and curling her hands round her belly* ah beleive ye lass.. but jes dinnae touch tha folk an ye'll be aulrecht.. ee's contageous sort o.. aye? Et'll be aulrecht. *she smiles softly* (manip + emp. calmin her down. puttin her at ease)

Ita McNairee: 7,5,4,10,6,5,2,

Ita McNairee: 1,

Ita McNairee: (so only 5 sux)

Sasha: ((WP))

Sasha: 1,1,9,7,

Sasha: She looks at Ita, relaxing a good amount...and making her lose her hesitance. "Look...I'm just sick to fucking shit of voodoo rapists, bullshit runs of bad fuckin' luck, Gunther's big ass fuckin' doin' shit to me or around me..." She looks from Ita to Gunther. "Yeah, four times I been around ya, three times I've felt this shit, so stop fuckin' bullshitting me--your fucking bitch makin' my life hell, and this lottery fucker messin' with me." She sighs. "I need help. I'm willing to pay, and anything left over, you can take out however the fuck you want. But you're the only person I know that's got this wierd shit, and at least with you, I know I haven't been fucked up by it yet."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther cocks a brow "What.. tha fuck.. are ya babblin bout, slut? Gunther's ain't done shit ta yer tiny ass.. Who's makin yer life hell?"

Ita McNairee: loves.. jes.. hold yerself a sec aye? *she looks to the woman, then gunther, then squints*

Ita McNairee: 7,7,3,6,6,

Ita McNairee: (awareness i tink)

Sasha: ((Nope, not for Ita's stuff.))

Ita McNairee: (victory!)*she watches the woman, slipping a hand up to feel along her own back, waiting for a reaction that doesn't come*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther cocks a brow at Ita "What?" He gruffs when she squints at him.

Sasha: She watches Ita as she squints, a little wary. What the fuck was she doin'?

Ita McNairee: *she narrows her eyes.. fucking.. Ammon.* ye see tha felly agawn, ye gie iTa a call aye? Ah've a good many folk wha'll like tae cave hes fooken head en.. effen we're talken tha same voodoo usen mind fooker.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther leans back into the couch watching the females with a low grumble "He fuck with you again.. Gunther'll show em Voodoo.."

Sasha: She looks between Ita and Gunther, suspicious, but she nods a little. "Alright. So how much it gonna cost me, then?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "How much is what gonna cost ya?"

Sasha: "Gettin' help if the Voodoo cumwad tries to fuck with me again?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shakes his head, running a gruff hand along the back of his neck with a tired sigh "I gotta start hangin out with guys more.. You bitches is givin Gunther a headache."

Ita McNairee: *a shrug and a wince as she collects a feather from nowhere and tucks it in sasha's hair* och.. sae. tha didnae work.. lesten lass.. wha's thes aboot a voodoo rapist? tha felly wie tha lotto tickets wouldnae o harmed ye.. ee's good folk. gentle.

Sasha: She's a little jumpy as Ita approaches, shying away some, but she lets Ita tuck said feather in said hair. "Gentle, my ass. Smarmy motherfucker." She shrugs a bit, hand coming up to feel the feather. "Some dickweed a while back...Raul, or Rick, or something like that. Big, black, bald guy. Said I needed a pimp, and proceeded to demonstrate why. Tried to do some kinda voodoo shit, according to him, to me."

Ita McNairee: *she narrows her eyes.. fucking.. Ammon.* ye see tha felly agawn, ye gie iTa a call aye? Ah've a good many folk wha'll like tae cave hes fooken head en.. effen we're talken tha same voodoo usen mind fooker.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther leans back into the couch watching the females with a low grumble "He fuck with you again.. Gunther'll show em Voodoo.."

Sasha: She looks between Ita and Gunther, suspicious, but she nods a little. "Alright. So how much it gonna cost me, then?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "How much is what gonna cost ya?"

Sasha: "Gettin' help if the Voodoo cumwad tries to fuck with me again?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives her an odd look "Yer stupid. Gunther'd do at fer fun."

Ita McNairee: *ita smiles to Sasha warmly, head cocked. poor girl. wonder what she was... * och loves.. ah've folk's wha'll elp ye wie tha wan fer naethen et aul. a wee pikey encluded. *she looks to gunther with a soft smile, though she's worried*

Sasha: She looks between them one more time, and then nods, slowly. "All right." She looks to Gunther. "Well, in that case, ya still got some of the shit?"

Ita McNairee: *the pikey moves towards gunther, toddling heavily as she settles on the couch to lean on him. he certaintly had a good many women.*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny chuckle. Nice to see her back to normal "You gotta one track mind.. Yeah.. Got some." He nods and reaches under the couch for his cardboard box.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((he really does.. especially considering how mean he is to them all..))

Ita McNairee: ((gunthers a baby chick in a feild of daisy's to ita. she's dealt with Ingvar and Xu))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((gunther got along fine with Xu.. he gave him permission to gut tom. *nods*))

Sasha: ((Reyna would agree with Ita on that.)) He scowls at him a little, but it quickly it fades, and she pulls out a crumpled wad of cash. She pulls off enough for the smack and stuffs the rest in her pocket before walking over to hold the money out for her.

Ita McNairee: *the pikey lets out a yawn, leaning again on the big german again, pregnant gypsy not at all perturbed by the drugdeal happening in front of her* och..

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther rummages through the box until he finds the tiny parcel he's looking for. Offering Sasha a toothy grin, he takes the cash dropping the sack in her palm.

Sasha: She snags the bag, then looks around. "You, uh...mind if I use your bathroom?"

Ita McNairee: be carefy wie yerself loves.. *she intones in that rich singsong, nodding towards the drugs*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs, leaning back into the couch and scooting the box back under the couch with a heavy boot "I ain't give a fuck."

Ita McNairee: *gaelic grumbling as hse kinda pushes a german around goodnaturedly, smiling up to him as she gets comfortable, head in his lap*

Sasha: "I know what I'm doin'...nothin' new, trust me." She reaches into her backpack for her heroin kit, then heads off with needle kit and bag to the bathroom.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs with a grin down to Ita "What'd I do?"

Ita McNairee: tha black felly's another nechtcrawler ah reckon loves.. Setite.. dinnae fook aboot. call tha concerto oor a pikey.. *her hand comes up to touch the germans face as she grins at him* ah reckon ye'd fook hem oop.. but ee'd gie en yer noggin tae.. *tap tap on his jaw, as she can't quite reach his head from her current position*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Boss ain't give me a number for tha concerto. An callin yer ass ain't gonna do shit if I have a run in with the fucker." He looks down to her "I could call Tyrone.."

Ita McNairee: *she rubs his jaw* aye than. ye dae tha darlin. but ye call me tae.. reckon ah've beg friends tae. *her eyes are drifting shut, gunther had likely gotten the pikey out of bed.. she murmers and curls into his lap, sleepily* mm. why . ye nae etten tha stew nae moores

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs, looking away from the pikey back toward the pile of glass in the carpet.

Ita McNairee: hmm. ah'll keep ... .coomen tae see ye ... wie ooot tha stew.. *she mumbles sleepily, eyes shut, hands coming round her belly as she promptly falls asleep draped across the german. exhausted mama*

Sasha: The door opens, and she comes out, weaving a little bit, toward the bathroom. She slips the kit back into her backpack, and then moves to a spot near the couch, dropping down into a sitting position. She looks dreamily up to the two on the couch, giving a languid grin. "Thaanks, man. Your...the shit."

Ita McNairee: *she mutters half syllables of something that sounds like. "karra ma thaar thune diuthe... hmma."*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He peers down to the sleeping pikey.. then over to the jolly junkie.. He gives a gruff shake of the head. "Well, shit." He gives a low chuckle "You bitches is lively.." He runs a gruff hand over Ita's hair.

Ita McNairee: *somethings something something gunther.. as her hair is ruffled, she wraps her arms around the broad trunk of his waist, a sigh, before she drifts off completely.*

Sasha: She chuckles a little. "Yeah...real lively. Better then not at all, though, I guess, huh?"

Ita McNairee: (I'm going to pass out now.. i must do sleepins) *the little woman remains half asleep, curled tightly to a big german until he goes to move, mumbling things in another language sweetly, when he finally moves she'll wake up, blink, and toddle off home, sleepily*

Sasha: ((*hugs the Chumble* Sleep, hon...thanks for the RP, it helped. See you later!))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods to Sasha with a toothy grin "Guess so." He looks around with the same bored glance.. then looks back to the girl. "Hm. I ain't know much about a bitch. Cept yer occupation.. and whatcha got a taste for."

Sasha: She leans sideways a little, against the coffee table, looking up at him with that dreamy half-smirk. "Well...uh...whatcha wanna know?"

Ita McNairee: *a soft mumble* (away i go!)

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs, reaching back to rub the back of his bald head "Fuck if I know.. I suck at smalltalk."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (seeya, sweetie. *G*)

Sasha: An elbow comes to rest on the table, the hand supporting her head as she grins a little. "Just ask somethin'. Tell ya what...tonight, my life's an open book. One-time deal."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (there is no table. the only peice of furniture in the room is the nasty couch) He gives a gruff laugh, shaking his head "Well damn.. Kinda hard ta turn down an offer like at." He peers down to her with a tiny squint "You from round here?"

Sasha: ((Amend table to floow, and she's laying on her side.)) "Depends on yer definition of 'round here.' I was...born 'n New York...jus' not New York City. Little shit town called Belmont, about three hundred miles from here."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods, standing to tromp to the kitchen and thus sending a pikey trundling home half asleep. Opening the fridge, he pulls out a beer and motions toward Sady "Brau?"

Sasha: ((Rebooting...BRB))

Sasha: She looks at him, not understanding for a moment. "Brau. Brooow." She giggles a little at the word...then, comprehension dawns. "Oh, BEER! Yeah...sure...that'd be cool."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a tiny chuckle, grabbing a second beer from the fridge and walking to plop back in his seat on the couch, laying the other beer next to Sasha. "So what made you decide to come to tha city?"

Sasha: She takes the beer, leaning up a bit to take a pull off of it. "Thanks." She sighs a little. "I was in Albany at the time...not much market there for 16-year-old hookers, if you c'n believe it. Money was shit, so I came here. Lot more work, y'know?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He takes a gulp from his beer and peers down to the girl "You like what you do?"

Sasha: A little shrug. "Pays the bills...keeps me in the shit I need. Not like I got a lot of other skills, y'know? Been doin' it long as I can remember. Just a job."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs "Makes sense." He states with a gruff, peering down at the female, then up to the rest of the empty couch "You can sit up here if ya want. I ain't gonna hurtcha." after a pause, he adds "Again."

Sasha: A moment of consideration, then she shrugs. "Awright." She sits up then stands, weaving a little before moving to the couch and plopping down on it. She looks over. "You ain't hurt me none, more then I let anyone else." A moment passes, as she peers at him, chewing on her lower lip.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "I'm sorry." He mumbles under his breath, looking down to the carpet and rubbing the back of his head "Has Sady been fuckin with you?"

Sasha: "Don't 'pologize. Like I said, I let ya do it. Woulda stopped it if I wadn't awright with it." She frowns a little at mention of Sady. "She's bein' a fuckin' bitch, is what she's doin'. Callin' me out for what I am, and shit. I ain't mind bein' called a whore, 'cause it's what I am. But she does it to be mean, and when I'm talkin' to people. Ain't no easier way to fuck up a deal then to have someone else start announcin' it. She's messin' with my paycheck."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods, sounds about right. "She's a cunt." He gruffs, taking a gulp from his beer

Sasha: She takes a drink off her own beer and then looks over at him, pursing her lips a moment. "You promise you weren't the one that did whatever it was I felt, all those times?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods. "Gunther ain't do shit. Ain't see shit. Ain't feel shit. Nothin."

Sasha: She sighs, and nods. "Sorry, then. I really did...feel somethin', honest. Always have...felt..." She shrugs, waving a hand carlessly in the air. "...wierd shit like that, y'know? Ever since I was a kid. Always did th' smart thing, an' ran my ass away. 'cause despite what people say, Sasha ain't no moron."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods, humoring the crazy junkie. "Whatsit feel like?"

Sasha: "Depends. Feels different, sometimes." She frowns, trying to explain it. "Usually, it's just this...kinda shiver down the spine, hair on the neck risin' up, pins and needles all over kinda thing. Sometimes, it's worse. Makes me dizzy, or sick, or even worse. Just bad shit, you know?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shakes his head "No. I don't know." He looks the girl over from head to toe with a suspicious squint. Maybe she was messing with him.. seems to be the trend lately.

Sasha: She looks down, a flush coming to her cheeks. "Never mind. You prob'ly jus' think I'm nuts, anyway, right?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a toothy grin "You ain't gotta worry bout that. I already think yer nuts. Ya may as well get it off yer chest."

Sasha: She looks up at him, smirking a little with unfocused eyes. "Awright. Well...ah, hell, I dunno. Some people jus'...ain't right, y'know? I dunno what they are, or what they have, but it's gotta be somethin'. I've seen some wierd shit in my time." Yeah, all what, 21 years? She pauses a moment, face tentative, before blurting out. "I c'n do some shit, too."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther cocks a brow "What kinda shit we talkin?" He takes a gulp from his beer leaning back into the couch.

Sasha: "I can steal people's emotions from 'em. Kinda like...I dunno. Like I'm...I dunno. Feedin' off it, or somethin'." She leaves the other one out. No one ever likes that one, at all. They get all wary when she brings it up.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther cocks a brow, giving a tiny chuckle at that "So you could like.. what.. suck tha angry outta me? Eat it fer lunch?"

Sasha: The chuckle gets her looking down, to her beer...but she nods. "Somethin' like that, yeah. Can't make it all go away, but I can pull it out, make it less."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther takes down the rest of his beer, tossing it carelessly to the pile of glass across the room. "Sure. Guess Gunther'll have ta take a bitch's word fer it."

Sasha: "Don' believe me?" She looks to him. "I c'n prove it to ya, if ya wan'..."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs "Ain't see how. I ain't angry right now."

Sasha: She chuckles. "Ain't gotta be angry. Ev'ryone's always got some 'motion or another floatin' around."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks to the space around his head suspiciously "Really?" He sneers.

Sasha: "Sure." She nods. "The rush is pretty nice for me, too. Sometimes, it gets me through a few extra hours until I can get the cash for a score."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives another shrug, leaning casually back into the couch "If ya feel like it. I ain't give a fuck. It hurt?"

Sasha: "Naah. People usu'lly get a shiver, but I ain't never had someone look like it hurt 'em." She turns and faces him, spending a moment to focus on him. ((Man+Emp))

Sasha: 8,10,3,3,7,7,

Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((So, what predominant emotions would he have running through him. He'd feel them mute, which is desicribed leavingsome a bit unsettled, though not necessarily, and she can get a gauge of what they are.))

Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Sasha: ((Hmm.. hes not really an overtly emotional sort. He of course has a deep love for tyrone. He's angry at Sady and worried about Ita and Sasha.))

Sasha: A moment, and she takes a deep breath, her entire body shivering in an almost orgasmic way, as she feels the emotions settle over her. She slumps back into the seat, her high from the heroin enhanced by the emotions she's just fed on.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives the girl an odd look, then looks himself over from his casual position. Looking back up to the girl he cocks a brow "Yer weird."

Sasha: She arches her back a little, stretching as she grins over at him. "Yeah, never said I wasn't a freak, big guy." She winks a little. "Thanks...I reaaally needed that. Both scores, actu'lly."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives the girl a toothy grin, pushing himself up from the couch. He pulls out his cell to check the time. Peering over the girl with a tiny squint "Yer stayin here tonight." His words show no signs of a request.

Sasha: "Yeah, awright. If you say so." She leans back into the cruddy sofa, eyes half-lidding, sighing deeply. "Sounds like a plan."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He looks down to her with a frown. He reaches down and scoops the girl up, making a tromp into the bedroom. "Ain't tryin ta fuck with ya.. Just don't want Sady ta get her panties in a wad seein ya here. If she wails on ya I might have to break the bitch's neck." He sets her down on the matress, strown in the middle of the bedroom floor.

Sasha: A little "Eep!" sound as she's picked up, and she giggles a little, curling against Gunther. When he sets her down on the matress, she sighs and twists her shoulders in either direction. "F'yer lookin' for a freebie, I think I can 'ccomodatcha this one time. Y'know, for the..." She trails off, tapping her head. "Y'know."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: After standing back to his full height he looks down at the girl with an odd look about him. He shakes his head and walks out, stopping in the doorway "Just stay outta the bathroom durin the day. You'll be in a world of hurt if you open the door." Gunther tromps back over to the couch and plops down to wait for Sady.

Sasha: She gives a little pout, but nods to Gunther, trailing an "Awright" after him. A "Thanks" tries to follow, but she falls distracted by something, the heady rush of emotion and opiate setting in to make her drift off, toward sleep.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((thanks. *G* I'ma head to bed))

Sasha: ((Cool. Thanks for the scene...I'll catch you later. *Hugs*))