the legacy

ice skater. following footsteps..

[sacha-fowler]

tjxkeller​:

TJ thought for a minute before nodding. “Yeah, kind of. But please don’t use superglue, then you’ll come in with a whole new set of problems.” It had happened more than once, why people couldn’t follow such simple instructions she would never understand. “You can get it wet but avoid direct contact for extended amount of time, say in a shower no more than ten minutes or so with direct contact to the wound, otherwise it’ll weaken and may fall off. Basically, if you feel it and it’s starting to feel like it’s frayed or starting to peel off, it’s time to dry off which should be done gently with patting rather than rubbing it.”

As she had talked, TJ had been looking at the girl, her eyes taking in her appearance to make sure she couldn’t see any serious injuries. Of course, it was impossible to tell without a patient coming out and saying what happened but the odds of that were fairly slim to nill since most athletes went out of their way to avoid help. She knew it all too well. No, she was seeing nothing on the outside, save for the leg and she knew that was fairly benign. “Also, I know it’ll be tempting, but try and avoid touching or picking at it too much” she added and nodded again, offering her a gentle smile. “You’ll be just fine” she said nodding at her.

“Don’t worry I wouldn’t.” She said, making a face, grossed out by the idea of doing even the proper liquid stitches let alone going in on herself with glue. Sach wanted to forget the whole thing. “Right, okay, no baths for two weeks then.” She said with a light laugh, though she really would miss the baths. There was nothing better after a long day of practice when your muscles wanted nothing but to relax. She had all the trappings, bath salts, bubble bath, bath bombs, soap flowers, whatever she could find. 

Sacha grimaced at the warning, but nodded along in understanding. She decided to put a band aid on it once she got home, so she didn’t even have the option to pick it open. “Do you think it’ll scar?” She asked, hoping to avoid an ugly mark she’d have to cover up with make up for competitions or showcases. Sacha turned and let her legs hang off the bed, stretching the cut one out and bending it again to test how it felt and whether the liquid stitches would make it uncomfortable, but it felt mostly okay and useable. “Thank you.” 

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benji-fields​:

“Or simply doesn’t have the talent to make it.” Benji muttered once again with a shrug. Not everyone that was in their classes was going to make it to the end, they all knew that. This wasn’t an easy course, nor was it an easy dance type to perform well, but that’s why he liked it. Going here forced him to apply himself towards something that wasn’t hockey-based, yet it still managed to be applicable to the ice if he really thought about it. The balance and grace he needed in ballet was the same balance and grace he needed when zipping along the ice and making the kind of hairpin turns leading to shots that he had gotten used to completing.

“I honestly don’t know. I think everyone wants their kid to be this prodigy, you know? And not everyone is. Some won’t even be basically skilled enough to survive in the program, and that’s fine. Everything isn’t for everyone, but eventually people have to accept that and do some self-reflection instead of demanding that something just be given to them or altered so their daughter gets higher grades in something they either didn’t apply themselves towards enough or just didn’t have what it took to get high marks. I mean, I don’t try and go out there and snowboard, cause I know I suck at it. That isn’t my skill.”

Sacha dipped her head to the side in half agreement, she hated to say it, because she felt like if they worked at it they would improve and surely no one was a complete lost cause. Practice makes perfect, god given talent wasn’t the case for most that succeeded, it was hard work that did it. She nodded along as he spoke, leaning her arms on the bar and slouching slightly. She knew the teacher would not be happy with her casual posture, but with the class stopped she just slipped back into it. “But I bet if you tried and committed a bunch of hours to it, you’d start to improve and eventually you’d be doing tricks.” 

Sacha glanced back at the woman and teacher still having their discussion, though not quite as loud now. “I feel bad for the girl, she probably just wanted to do it for fun and her mum’s putting too much pressure on her, she probably doesn’t even want to try because of that.” She hadn’t been pressured too hard, or at least if she had, it was something that she loved and was committed to, but if she hated ice skating and her father pushed her too hard she’d want to rebel too. “She should be speaking to the kid instead, but kindly, not demanding an explanation.”

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loreleilyons​:

“That’s understandable. I was six when I made the transition to town so I had absolutely no say in the matter, but Kingscrest is like a magnet for the best coaches in the US at this point. I’m sure you’ll find the right fit sooner rather than later,” Lore acknowledged, keeping her pleasantries for the most part surface-level. She wasn’t spouting any information that wasn’t common knowledge to anyone who had been in town for a bit or who had read her Wikipedia page, but it was nice just to be making conversation.

“Marilynn is my fourth coach,” she also made sure to offer up, in case the girl was feeling at all uneasy about how she didn’t yet have a coach. “She’s also the coach that got me to the Olympics. The magic of Kingscrest.”

Ignore the fact that all four of her coaches had been in Kingscrest and maybe there would’ve actually been something to her statement, but instead it was just meant to function as an optimistic reassurance.

“Where are you living right now?” Lore asked, the question being an obvious next step in the conversation. There were always plenty of places to rent, especially in West Vale, but the Astoria probably provided the most temporary of accommodations. The Lyons family had lived there for a short while from time to time when major construction projects had impacted their ability to live at home, so if Sacha was staying there, Lore could at least give a few tips on when certain amenities were least likely to be in use.

The topic of the major ice skating versus hockey rivalry was much more appealing, though. Thus, with a delighted twinkle in her eye at how she got to be the one to state the cold, hard facts about the hockey team, she jumped right in to things.

“Oh, yeah, they’re not,” Lore agreed, only mildly cringing at how blunt the statement was. It was common knowledge that the Knights were not good, though - both in Kingscrest and outside of it. “I wish I could say otherwise as I love some of them dearly but they are major underdogs. Every time they have a competition that’s less ice time for us, though. And believe it or not there are some die-hard Knights fans in town. Attend a game at some point so you can fully see for yourself because just peeking in on their practice sessions does not do them justice. Just one, though. It’ll go to their heads if you attend more than that and there are some skaters who are way more intense about our little ice family feud.”

“Well that’s good to hear, I sure hope it’s soon,” Sacha said with an awkward laugh, she was absolutely desperate for a good coach. Working by herself was fine for a couple weeks, but competition season was coming up and she needed the honest input from a coach, that would actually offer fixes to her problem moves and jumps rather than simply pointing them out. She knew she under rotated things and wasn’t getting the height in certain places, but she needed more instruction. Instruction that would take her to the Olympics. 

“We’re staying at the Lodge for now, it’s really nice. Strange though to stay at a hotel for an extended period.” Usually holidays were only two weeks, and she was getting quite used to having food delivered and in house cleaners. 

The woman behind the counter approached them, asking Sacha if she was ready to order. “Cheeseburger and fries, please, and a diet lemonade? Thank you.”

Sacha laughed at Lorelei’s easy agreement about the hockey team’s failings, shaking her head slightly in surprise. “Oh you’re friends with some of them? But at the same time, there’s bad blood between us all?” It was a little strange, but she’d go along with it for now. There must be more of a history than what she was understanding. “Are they mean or anything?” She nodded, “Sure, I suppose it might be quite amusing to watch them if they’re not doing that great. But best not let them have something to hold over me, like I’m actually interested.” 

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armybratjames​:

James beamed at her name, giving a little nod as he put it to his memory. "Oh, there’s loads to do. More touristy things to do in West Vale to be honest, but here there’s the cinema down that road,” he commented, pointing to the road across the street. “Deja Brew has the best coffee in the world, and that’s just this way. But you’re not to tell any of the tourists about it, otherwise it won’t be a secret known only to East Valians,” he added seriously. Well, mock seriously; it was a small town. “Where’re you headed? Need a guide?” He asked with a hopeful smirk. 

It wasn’t often that a gorgeous blonde stranger happened across his path and was talking to him. Maybe if they got to know each other a little better he could bunk off the first couple hours of work and hang out with her this afternoon. He was sure it wouldn’t be too busy, and he was on sweep duty anyway. People wouldn’t notice if a few pieces of popcorn were left for a couple hours. He hoped she’d say yes, but in reality, he was just a stranger, (literally off the street), and her first impression of him was probably somewhere along the lines of ‘silly, sloppy stranger’. However, if he could change it to ‘charming, silly, sloppy stranger’, maybe they’d get somewhere. “I’m much cheaper than the tour guides offered in West Vale,” he added with a saccharine grin. 

“Oh I’ve been there!” Sacha cut in when he mentioned Deja Brew, remembering how awkward it had been as Caroline spilled her drink and they’d had to clean it up themselves. “I guess that’s lucky then, I’m staying at the lodge for now.” Which meant she’d be benefitting from all those touristy things when she had a spare moment, though there wasn’t a whole lot of those around between long practices and her early nights, but she’d squeeze in some fun between. 

“I was just heading to the grocery store, Ackermans?” She didn’t really think she needed a guide, but she also hadn’t realised that she’d walked the complete wrong direction to the point she was in East Vale, rather than West Vale. Sacha ought to have figured that out considering they were outside a rather run down looking shop rather than the very clean, sharp and modern looking places nearby to where she was staying. She giggled at his joke, nodding along. “And how much do you charge?”

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tjxkeller​:

“Your blade nicked you.” It wasn’t a question but a statement, she knew because of her own personal experience with skating and of course seeing it now on others. Shaking her head, TJ said “no, it’s not bad at all”, offering what she hoped was a reassuring smile, after all, for most skaters fewer things were more precious than well skating. She had seen far worse injuries concussions, blood making the back of the head and undoubtedly the ice red, a skate driven through the other skate, head butts that resulted in fractured eye sockets and broken noses. Yes, there were far more worse injuries than a simple nick from a skate.

With her hands clean and gloved, TJ pulled out a bottle of antiseptic. “This might sting a bit but I’d rather not have you back in here with other complications” she said as she gently cleaned the cut before applying the antiseptic to the cut. After giving it a few minutes to dry, TJ pulled out a bottle of liquid stitches. “Liquid stitches-pretty much just like it sounds” she said with a shrug before she applied it to the skin. “Basically they create a seal so the wound can heal and in 5-10 days it should fall off. Now if it falls before the wound has fully healed, you can reapply it yourself as these are available at pharmacies or you can come back here. If you do it yourself, remember to keep it out of the wound, only apply it to surface skin and keep it out of your eyes and mouth.” She jotted down what she had said and handed it to the girl. “Any questions or anything else I can help with?”

Sacha nodded yes, even though the answer was fairly obvious. It was either the blade or some sharp ice that she’d fallen onto at an awkward angle, and one was more likely considering the tricks they’d get up to. She sighed in relief and smiled back at the nurse, She’d worried that it might be deep and into the muscle rather than just the skin, and that would’ve made recovery a little longer and she couldn’t deal with that kind of delay. Competition season was only a few months away and she needed every second on the ice she could manage if she was going to do well. There was a lot of pressure, it was her first adult competition and she was pushing hard to compare to those that had partaken before. 

Sacha nodded and clenched her jaw with a huff as the antiseptic stung, but no more than the cut had hurt. She didn’t want to come off as a cry baby to the nurse, she’d definitely seen worse things and Sach wasn’t a kid anymore. Sacha tipped her head to the side as the liquid stitches were explained, chuckling to herself. “So like superglue? Like soldiers did?” Well she could certainly manage that, though she hoped that it would simply last the ten days so she didn’t have to mess with it. “Yeah,” She piped up with another question, “Can I shower with it or do I have to keep it dry?”

[unianterested]

“That’s a face you’re making. I don’t know what it’s called but you’re making it.”

Ian was very much a morning person, to the dismay of all his housemates whose chaotic schedules left them in shambles until the very last hour of the weekend. He wouldn’t have minded it so much if it didn’t occasionally get in his way. Whether it was a smoking toaster or a jammed pipe, Ian was the only one responsible enough in the apartment to stop and take a look at it, call the building manager and wait for them to show up before he could leave.

This made him frantic in his lateness to the rink. He hardly knew Sacha but first impressions were everything and the last thing Ian wanted was to seem like he’d offered to come for show. 

Ian arrived in the middle of her performance. It looked to be a warm-up or a practice run of one of her programs by the distant noise of music coming from a tiny device on the bench. He leaned on the barrier and watched as she whipped across the ice like a gazelle, spinning and moving in a way that rang nostalgic for him. Her blonde hair swished in a flurry behind her and for a moment, if he blurred his eyes, it almost looked like…

He batted his eyes when she addressed him and cocked his head at the anxiety radiating off of her. She really was green. His expression softened a little.

“That’s what you call shock and awe. It was amazing, Sacha. Ambitious and could us a little tightening up but it’s got personality. The last jump was under rotated and I think you know that you need to work on that lutz. You’re pre-turning too early and losing momentum in the pick which isn’t giving you a lot of height. Maybe try a single until you can get a bit higher.”

@sacha-fowler​

[sacha-fowler]

Sacha was a morning person, she’d been raised that way, and she arrived at the rink earlier than when she was meeting Ian, fresh faced, bright eyed and bushy tailed as ever. She’d stood in the lobby for a little while, warming up and running her routine a few times, practicing her jumps on solid ground until everything felt good and limber and performance ready. Part of her wished she’d brought her metal spinner but that might have been overkill when she could practice that on the ice. 

When she finally got on the ice at eight thirty, Ian was nowhere to be found but she assumed he’d be in shortly, he was probably just putting his skates on! She decided she’d run a couple moves until he arrived, but after ten minutes and he still wasn’t there, she decided to put the music on and she could get into the routine so she was at her best when he arrived. 

Sacha loved this routine, it made her feel pretty and it made her feel powerful as she soared around the ice, landing every jump and finishing the routine with a flourish. That final fast upright spin ended and she finished with a pose and bright grin. That’s when she spotted Ian standing against the barrier and she skated over, wringing her hands together because he didn’t exactly look enthused. 

She didn’t think that was a bad performance, she knew there was a shaky jump in there and it wasn’t perfect yet, but it wasn’t awful. 

A sigh of relief when he explained what he was thinking, returning back to her smiley self. “You really think so? Thank you,” She grinned, placing her fingers on the barrier and nodded as he listed where she needed to improve. He was right, she did know that those needed to get better before competition season,. “You’re right, I felt it.” Sach nodded along, making mental notes of every critique he made so she could work on them in the future. 

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loreleilyons​:

“Oh, did your coach live here or did you get a new one when you moved?”

It was an innocent enough question, and for once Lorelei felt that her questions to a newcomer may simply stay at that level. Lore wasn’t about to interrogate the girl when she was only her potential competition in one facet of her chosen sport. Her pair skating career was still on shaky ground, but since her coach had (for all intents and purposes) ditched out on the idea of Lore’s solo success, Sacha wasn’t technically the competition she had to watch out for. Not unless Sacha had a secret partner she’d failed to mention thus far…

“Mostly asking because I had to have a coach brought in for me,” she decided to follow up seconds later. Best if the question had more context rather than seeming out of the blue, right? “A few times, actually, to find the right fit. So I understand that struggle. Making sure you jive well is a difficult process. Hopefully you find success in Kingscrest.”

With one more bite of salad she had officially declared herself finished with the meal, pushing the plate away to reinforce said declaration before she turned to observe the girl once more. Now that she thought about it, Lore was pretty sure she’d seen videos of her. She had never been one to watch her competitors in person, but a fair few names had come her way online. Something about her was vaguely familiar, but she was going to have to check her YouTube history to be absolutely certain.

In the meantime, what better way to welcome the new girl than to offer her a hot tip?

“Complete side note,” she stressed. “But I don’t know if anyone’s clued you in to it yet. Just so you know, the rink is more or less drama-free amongst the skaters. Our natural enemies are the hockey team. It’s not really Capulet and Montague up in here, but we’re always in competition for space and attention.”

“Oh no, her family was elsewhere and she wanted to go back to them. It sort of gave us a minute to decide what we really wanted to do, and we decided moving here where there were better facilities was the best choice. We are having to bring in a coach though. We did contact a couple around here but they were quite booked up and wouldn’t be able to give a lot of one on one time.” Sacha was repeatedly using the word we, but in reality it was her father making those choices, but she hadn’t disagreed with any of them. They all held such promise, when she thought about it too much her heart swelled. 

“Thanks, I hope so too! Honestly I think my parents are holding off actually buying a house here to see if I like the coach and the rink first.”  . 

When Lorelei pushed her salad away it reminded her why she was here, and took the moment to grab the menu that sat in front of them and lay it flat, so she could both look for her meal and pay attention to Lorelei. It felt impossible not to pay attention to her. The food sounded good, and for the most part was what you would find in any diner so it didn’t make the choice particularly hard. 

Sacha’s brows raised as Lore spoke, feeling as if she was being let in on some big secret of the town. “Really? Wow.” She looked down at the table for a moment as she processed, then leaned in slightly, speaking lower. “I get the space thing, we all want rink time, but... I heard that the hockey team wasn’t very good...” How was there even a competition for attention when the skate team had olympic medal winners and the hockey team were considered average at best? Perhaps she’d been informed wrong. 

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☎

NAME: Oliver M (🏅!!)

RINGTONE: champion - fall out boy

PICTURE: important cheat meal documentation

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NAME: Jamie 🍫

RINGTONE: wild boys - duran duran

PICTURE: snapped outside la bodega

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☎

NAME: Ian  ☕

RINGTONE: tiptoe - imagine dragons

PICTURE: she didn’t think he’d be up for taking selfies with her so sneakily snapped one while he practiced

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NAME: Lorelei (!!  🏅)

RINGTONE: the champion - carrie underwood

PICTURE: Sacha googled her, it was easy to find promo pictures

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benji-fields​:

This wasn’t the first time something like this happened. Parental involvement was a good thing, sure, but there were some who just got way too involved and when lines started being crossed, well there was nothing good about that. He noticed her trying to hold back a laugh, which in turn caused Benji to smile at her comment. “Yeah, well we’re only in an episode if the teacher starts yelling back. Otherwise we’re just here in another day of ballet practice.” To an extent, it was sort of sad seeing people get too wrapped up in the success of it all, though he was hardly one to talk. There had been some weekends where he had spent them practicing, just to make sure that he wasn’t seen as the worst improved for that week in the class, but he liked to think that was at least reasonable.

“People are too much sometimes. You would think her mom would just back off and tell her kid to work harder, you know? It’s not as if causing a scene is going to change anything. If anything, it’s going to make it awkward for her kid to come back here and even harder to actually be treated as anyone other than the person with the crazy mom who throws a fit if they don’t do perfectly – regardless of talent or lack thereof.” It was a bit of a harsh assessment, but it was one in which Benji felt justified to make.

Sacha chuckled and pointed a finger as she nodded, “That’s true.” Luckily, so far, their teacher had remained fairly calm and level headed throughout this strange display, and Sach concluded that this wasn’t a rare occurrence for the poor woman. “Remind me never to become a dance teacher.” She said beneath her breath, just for him. She couldn’t handle this level of pressure from overbearing parents, or anyone really. It was one more reason to be glad she was a skater before anything else. At least then all the reslonsibilities she had were for herself. Of course the thoughts of her future came to mind, when she was too old to compete, and she wondered if she’d have to endure this level of crazy if she went into teaching or coaching figure skating. God, she hoped not.

“They really are. Why’s it so much easier for her to blame the teacher, a professional who has done this for years, than accept her daughter made a mistake or didn’t apply herself? Makes no sense to me.” Maybe if she had kids she’d understand, but for now it was meaningless. “Oh I know, that poor girl. At least it’s not in front of her own class! That would be so humiliating.” Sacha assumed that no one in this class was going to relay it to the younger classes, but perhaps that was being too generous with peoples ability to resist gossiping in a fairly small town.

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armybratjames​:

James beamed as she let out a cute laugh, glad to have been the one to have caused it. “Oh, nice,” he commented. He should’ve known that if she looked like a ballerina and he thought she looked familiar from the rink, she must be a skater. “Eh, I’m on the Kingscrest Knights. So that’s probably where I’ve seen you,” he commented. He pocketed his wrapper and hopped down from the wall in front of her. 

“Name’s James,” he rhymed with a crooked grin. “What’s yours?” Jim asked, straightening out his wrinkled shirt a bit. He wasn’t sure how she’d react to his being on the team, as there was a bit of animosity between the two teams that James didn’t quite understand. She didn’t seem the type, but then again, he’d only known her for twenty seconds.

“Oh cool,” She smiled, not really aware of the rivalry between the two teams, or at least didn’t know beyond the statement of a couple girls she skated with. “My brother plays hockey.” She told him, for no reason other than if there was any animosity then she was bordering both sides of whatever was going on. It was practically in her blood. Her brother wasn’t local, he’d not come to Kingscrest with them, but she thought it counted anyway. 

“Sacha, nice to meet you.” Sach smiled kindly. This place had been so welcoming so far, and she appreciated it greatly. They were both tourist towns, except hers was for skiing, and she supposed it was different because she was a local before but people didn’t reach out like this to her back home. Perhaps she should have been the one chatting it up to visitors. “So what’s there to do around here? Other than skate.”

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unianterested​:

Ian returned a fraction of the smile at her brimming enthusiasm. He wasn’t much of a smiler, but he found that not smiling often gave others the impression that he was unhappy and while that was also true, Ian liked good impressions. He’d curated his entire life around making a good impression last and so he tightened his lips and bobbed his head in agreement of her agreement to his agreement. 

He turned the cup around in his hands and brought it to hip lips to try and make things a little less awkward, only to make them more awkward by realizing that he couldn’t remember if she asked for decaf. Ian lowered the cup.

“Kingscrest is a pretty nice place if you haven’t lived here your whole life,” he said. “Since Ackerman got here, the community’s changed a lot but… there are still some people out there who are willing to lend a hand. Besides, we’re all heading towards the same goal so it’d benefit everyone to work together.” For a while, anyway.

Ian wasn’t sure what kind of horseshit he was spitting out but he was at a loss of inviting things to say about the skating community. It was a rough and competitive space like a fish tank full of fighting beta fish who eventually had to devour each other to make it onto the National team. Truth was that Ian had grown jaded over the years and always wore his cynicism like a bulletproof vest but the girl’s exuberance was hard not to absorb, even just a little. She had three years at most, he’d guess, and wasn’t going to be the one to burst her bubble at the reality of competitive skating. 

“I should probably head to the rink. I just stopped to grab a drink before I start practice.”

He raised the cup. “Thanks again, Sacha. I’ll meet you at the rink Sunday morning if you’re still down.”

She ought to have questioned what he meant, whether it wasn’t a nice place to be for the locals that had been there forever, but she glossed over it and only saw the slight of positive that he had mentioned. She should have known better, because she too had grown up in a tourist trap town and it could make things difficult, having hordes of people swanning in and thinking they owned the place because they’d paid to be there for a fortnight. Sacha had never much bought in to any of that, for the most part she liked the people, except for when her rink filled with people and children stumbling along on their borrowed skates, or using the penguin to balance, while she tried to practice. Sometimes though, if she tried a spin or a jump they’d watch and clap, and then she softened again. It was as if she had a goldfish’s memory, except rather than it resetting every three seconds it was reset by a kind gesture, everything else forgotten until it happened again.

Sacha took the opportunity to drink again as he did, not even registering that he’d not even taken a sip. The movement was enough for her to assume he had. “Oh yeah, sure.” She nodded, setting the drink down as she licked her lips free of any remaining latte. “Maybe even see you later when I head in.” She made a mental note to say hello to him if she did. ”For sure, shall we say eight thirty?” Sacha was so used to early mornings that it practically felt like a lie in, and she assumed he’d feel the same but the likelihood was that they’d both be there before that, warming up and getting ready and working into what would likely be another long and intense day of training.

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kylexmcintyre​:

Being an athlete, most people expected Kyle to have a intense diet. One where she kept notes of all her calorie intake or only drank liquids from this sunrise to sundown. It was all bullshit. Sure Kyle knew many people that had fierce regimes they stuck to, but she was never one to pass up a good burger if she had a craving, just because it wasn’t her designated cheat day. Which is why after her intense work out earlier in the day, she had shuffled on over to Olaf’s with the intention to order a chili dog and some fries. Was it the best post work out meal? Nah. Would she potentially regret it later? Maybe, But she was craving it and she fucking deserved it.

Seated in the back corner of the diner, at a table by herself with her legs elevated on the chair across from her, she was quietly flipping through The Green Arrow issue she had picked up a few days earlier. Hearing the movement of someone nearby, the brunette lifted her head up and noted Sacha fondling an ornament on the incredibly fake tree a few feet away. “Be careful with those. They may look durable but they’re actually super fucking fragile. I accidentally dropped one once and it shattered everywhere. Super cute teal convertible too. Wasn’t allowed back in until I replaced it.” Okay so maybe she didn’t feel comfortable going back through the diner doors until she replaced it, but same thing.

Sacha turned her head to look back at the brunette as she spoke, and when she realised the warning was pretty serious she yanked her hand away and kept it to herself. If she knocked the glass french fries on the floor, on her first visit, she’d be absolutely mortified and never want to come back. She’d probably end up with a terrible nickname, like fry smasher or butterfinger breaker and she’d never live it down. “Yikes, that sounds bad. How much did it cost to replace?” She asked with raised brows, imagining these kind of baubles were far more expensive than your standard cheap plastic balls. 

"I never really understood those baubles, they got really popular all of a sudden and they’re super cute, but I feel like they’re only really suited to places like this.” She was a tree ‘purist’, she liked it to look fancy and expensive and like you’d find it in a fancy shop displaying how you could have a tree if you put in the effort (and cash). “But a convertible,” she backtracked, “that must’ve been had to track down? Did you manage to get the same colour?” She looked back at the tree, searching for the replacement. It didn’t take long to find, sitting pride of place near the top. She supposed that made sense, it was a statement fifties diner thing. Like the burger and fries that also sat near the front. Less iconic things were hung round the sides, less visible, but still cute and amusing if you paid attention.

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andersonskates​:

“ It’s fine for now. ” She could change her mind if she had a bad experience with guests or staff. Although she assumed that the later would eventually recognise her as a local and not be bothered. “ But thank you for the offer. Please make sure to be a cow while I’m present.” She laughed. She would like to witness that. “ I might even meet a celebrity while waiting for you.” She joked but wouldn’t mind stumbling across the Hemsworth brothers.  

“ I danced in ice shows. It was great to combine practice and earning money. ” Really she could not have asked for a better job. It was not olympic level, not even national level but still it allowed her to be on the ice most of the days. She barely left the rink. “ And some after parties were pretty cool. ” She missed it. They arrived at her car and she motioned for the blonde to get inside. “ Exactly between professors, staff and students, there will be drama and tea to spill.” She simply had to wait to come across something juicy.    

Sacha nodded, but knew she ought to do more. Perhaps she could tell the concierge at the front desk that Meghan was a friend and would be dropping in regularly. It felt ridiculous to have to do so though, it was a hotel and lodge not a prison for christs sake. “Oh of course, I’m sure it would need witnesses to be believed anyway.” She was so not the type to cause a fuss at the staff, she wouldn’t even send a bad meal back. “That would be exciting! I haven’t yet, maybe I’m coming out at the wrong times.” 

Sacha’s mouth fell agape dramatically, giving her a look of amused disbelief. “What! That’s so much better working at a school.” She didn’t want to make her feel bad about the new situation, but that was a big step down and they both knew it. Sach went round to the passenger seat and sat in, shutting the door as she looked at Meghan and laughed. “Definitely! And you can border both sides of it, you can go into the staff room but you’re also young and cool and could hang with the students.”