[theivyhart]

sasha-reynolds‌:

Sasha had simply been browsing; she’d gotten through most of her books quickly now that she seemed to have more free time. Nothing was catching her attention though and she was contemplating leaving when a head popped around the corner of the book shelf she’d been browsing. 

Her eyes widened and her mouth lifted with amusement as she registered what the young woman was saying. She grimaced, almost sheepishly as she nodded. “Sure, I can try,” she offered with a shrug of the shoulders, chuckling a little at the other redheads words as she made her way around the bookshelf. 

Ivy smiled, of course she’d find another red head to help her. It was like she was drawn to people with red hair. The red head she  managed to get the attention of came over and she finally felt like she wasn’t being ignored. “Oh god.. This is embarrassing but could you get me the book called ‘Everything I know about love.. It’s the pale yellow one..” she blushed “I’m… a sucker for a book like that and I think it could help” she added knowing she must have sounded crazy. “It is a best seller…”

[sasha-reynolds]

Sasha smiled softly at the young woman, as she reached up towards the shelf. Thank God her boots were heeled, giving her some extra height as her fingers wrapped around the spine of the pale yellow book. “It’s fine, you don’t have to explain,” Sasha told the other woman. 

She pulled it down and turned to face the other redhead with a grin. “What’s it about anyway?” She asked curiously, extending a hand to give it to the young redhead. She’d never heard of it before and though she expected it’d be about love, when weren’t books? She was still curious. It sounded like some kind of self-help book. 

[sasha-reynolds]

Text: Zach & Sasha

Sasha: Good word play dude.

Sasha: But I think you might have the wrong number...

Zach: If you like it

Zach: Then I don't have the wrong number

Zach: But also, who is this?

Sasha: I'm pretty sure you do.

Sasha: Shouldn't I be asking that? Since you did text me...

Sasha: My name's Sasha. You?

[sasha-reynolds]

Text: Zach & Sasha

Zach: Are you saying...

Zach: Are you French?

Zach: Because Eiffel for you

Zach: Isn't creative?

Zach: Because that's a lie.

Zach: You don't have to lie to me.

Sasha: Good word play dude.

Sasha: But I think you might have the wrong number...

[theivyhart]

@slchat​

Ivy was on her tip toes trying to reach a book on the top shelf but it was just a little too high for her, swiping at it still not really managing to get it, just a fraction of a hair off of knocking it down, but alas no give. “Erm.. Excuse me..?” she saw a shadow on the other side of the shelf through a gap between the books. They must not have heard her, poking her head round the corner of the shelf she tried to catch the person attention again “Excuse me.. Hi.. You seem taller than I do.. Could you possible .. Help?” she laughed and smiled at them “Ill make it worth your while?” it was a playful suggestion, not sure what she could offer in the Book Nook, but hey it was worth the try.

[sasha-reynolds]

Sasha had simply been browsing; she’d gotten through most of her books quickly now that she seemed to have more free time. Nothing was catching her attention though and she was contemplating leaving when a head popped around the corner of the book shelf she’d been browsing. 

Her eyes widened and her mouth lifted with amusement as she registered what the young woman was saying. She grimaced, almost sheepishly as she nodded. “Sure, I can try,” she offered with a shrug of the shoulders, chuckling a little at the other redheads words as she made her way around the bookshelf. 

[jaxonhunter-deactivated20210207]

    Sam, really? Scott called out as his son and friend kicked the ball on the path and sent it flying over someone’s house and into the back yard. The boy turned around and apologised with somewhat of an apologetic expression, knowing that they weren’t allowed to mess around with it by the road. The man sighed and looked at the house, telling the boys to go on and that he would catch up, Scott himself heading up to the door and knocking on it gently. Parental instincts had him look back to see the boys enter the park, but the unlocking of a door had his eyes flickering straight back to the person behind it. “Hi—” Scott smiled, “I’m sorry my son just kicked his ball into your back yard. Do you mind if I grab it?

@slchat​

[sasha-reynolds]

A knock on the door startled Sasha out of her concentration. She had been attempting a puzzle; it was boring and she didn’t particularly like it but it was a way to keep her hands and mind busy. Frowning, she stood up from her kitchen table and made her way to the front door. 

Pulling it open she was surprised to see the man on the other side. He looked familiar and she had a feeling he lived somewhere along the street. “Hi...” She started, nodding then as he started to explain what had happened. 

“Oh. No, not at all. Let me show you to the back,” Sasha replied, giving the man a smile. She took a step out of her front door, leaving it open as she gestured for him to follow her to the side gate. She wasn’t about to let a strange man walk around her back yard unsupervised. 

“I’m Sasha. I...think I’ve seen you around?” She introduced herself. She really should do better at introducing herself to the neighbors. 

[ultraviolcnces]

“Someone was selling an old guitar at a garage sale this afternoon. It’s my day off and all I’ve been doing since noon is plucking at the strings. It’s a shame that I don’t know how to play.” Julie mused as took a sip of the piping hot cup of herbal tea in her grasp, her gaze lingering over to the person opposite her. “I really wanted to learn as a kid, but my parents couldn’t afford to get me lessons. Maybe I should take it up now.” Shrugging, the brunette then placed the mug carefully back onto its matching saucer. “Do you play any instruments, or are you musically inept like me?” — @slchat​.  

[sasha-reynolds]

Sasha chuckled as her neighbour spoke, shaking her head a little. “Oh no, I’m completely musically inept,” Sasha told the other woman with a light smile and a chuckle. “Music was not at all a priority in my household,” she told her truthfully. It wasn’t that creative endeavours were discouraged but simply that they weren’t as valued as other things. 

“Maybe you should take up lessons. They say it’s never too late to learn,” Sasha mused, sipping her coffee. Her head inclined a little then. “Especially if it’s something you want to learn. Hell, you could probably just YouTube it and figure it out,” she continued with a chuckle. 

[missxrosalie]

@sasha-reynolds​

Rose was just happy to see a familiar face in the crowded cafe. She was being hounded again, another man who thought he was interested. A stan. That’s what her agent called it.

But in all honesty, Rose didn’t care much about what it was called. It was creepy, regardless, to be followed, and any escape was a welcome one.

She slipped into the chair across from Sasha easily, “Mind if I sit here? I feel much safer in your company.” 

[sasha-reynolds]

Sasha grinned, nodding at the other woman as she spoke, slipping into the seat opposite. “I don’t mind at all,” the analyst replied, waving a hand towards the seat across from her with ease. 

She smiled tightly, head tilting a little as she looked at the other woman. She took a sip of her coffee before relaxing back in her seat a little. “Everything okay?”

[emiliasmr]

sasha-reynolds‌:

Sasha had never been to Dungeon before and as she’d made her way into the club earlier that night, she’d realised it wasn’t a place she’d usually go. People were dressed up and the music was pumping - if she didn’t know better she’d have thought it was Halloween. But despite the fact she definitely didn’t fit in with the crowd, she wanted to have a good time. So by the time she was in line for the bathroom she was well and truly drunk and accepting the offer of some girl to do her make up. 

Sasha frowned a little, wondering what the other woman had done. “Thanks? What….did you do anyway?” She asked slowly, slurring the tiniest bit. There was no mirror and it was dark and she couldn’t see what she’d let the woman do to her face. For all she knew, it could’ve been terrible. Her eyes widened then and she grinned as the woman said they lived on the same street; Sasha didn’t question it, she hadn’t met many of her neighbours yet. 

“Really?” She replied with a smile. “Well, nice to meet you! I’m Sasha,” she introduced herself, nodding as she tried to recall the big blue house. “I moved in a month or so ago…” 

“So like I only had the stuff that’s on my own face,” she said, sloppily voguing to frame her face and accidentally smudging the painted scales on her cheek in the process… not that she noticed it at all, “But… no offense I can’t paint this when I’m tipsy.” Much less fully drunk, which was far closer to the truth at that point. “So I’m making you a cute little kitty ‘cause it suits your face… a blue one but that’s like, my artistic interpretation.”

Emilia was intensely focusing on painting Sasha’s nose, really wanting it to come out decent even if she was using blue lipstick and her fine motor skills weren’t up to their usual standard. “Sasha. That’s so cute, totally a good cat name too,“ she told her, which was a genuine compliment, odd as it sounded. “I’m Emilia, I’ve been out here for—”

Her formal introduction was cut off when the already dim lights in the bathroom flickered, then cut out completely and left them in total darkness. “What the fuck,” she said loudly, looking up to the ceiling as if she expected to find the cause of the interruption up there. Of course there was nothing to see, just her and Sasha in the room. She waited for a moment for the lights to come back on, then decided to give up on her painting and pack her lipstick away, getting it all over her hands in the process. Her brows furrowed and she looked back at Sasha, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, “You think it’s gonna come back on?”

[sasha-reynolds]

“That’s okay,” Sasha replied, laughing lightly as the other woman framed her own face with her hands. It looked great and Sasha was truly in awe at how well the make up was done. She used make up but she would never have been able to do what Emilia had done. She grinned then and nodded. “That’s okay! I’m sure it’s better then anything I could’ve done,” she admits with a wide smile. “It does? How do you know?” She asked, brows furrowing a little as she tried to picture what the woman had done to her face. 

She grinned wide, the buzz of alcohol in her system making her a lot more amicable. “I’ve never met a cat named Sasha...” she mused, trying to keep still even as she could hear the beat of the music coming from the rest of the club. “Emilia! That’s a wonderful name,” she gushed. 

And then, all of a sudden, the place went dark. Sasha frowned, tensing for a moment as she tried to gaze around the completely dark room. She reached a hand out, to grab the other woman’s, purely to make sure she was okay and not getting crashed into. Slowly, her eyes adjusted. “Possibly,” she replied, standing up straighter. “Though I’d think they’d have some kind of backup generator. I’m not sure the exit signs are even lit up...” she mused, still drunk but already thinking about a way out of the club. Already she could hear the other patrons starting to freak out. 

[emiliasmr]

@sasha-reynolds

At a first glance Emilia probably didn’t fit in with the majority of the Dungeon regulars, yet she spent a great deal of time there. She loved the weirdness and then there were the monthly masquerades, which were honestly the main draw. It was as close as anyone would get to having Halloween all year, and she’d absolutely take it. That particular night she’d shown up as a mermaid, an increasingly fitting choice because she’d also been drinking like a fish since she got there. In the line for the bathroom, she’d spotted a girl who was unacceptably normal-looking for the occasion and considering there was nothing better to do while they both waited, she’d decided to offer her help.

“Honestly you’re looking so much better,” she said brightly, her words slightly slurred but at least she was still (over)confident in her face-painting abilities. Pausing mid-brush stroke, she added, “I mean, you looked beautiful before too but you know.” The pause was definitely a mistake but it was going to be fine, her artistry was on point at least in her own mind. People always questioned why she was carrying a whole arsenal of makeup around at the club, but who was laughing now? “You live on my street I think. I’m in the big blue house like that bear on TV… like not to be a total stalker or whatever but I saw you moving in.”

[sasha-reynolds]

Sasha had never been to Dungeon before and as she’d made her way into the club earlier that night, she’d realised it wasn’t a place she’d usually go. People were dressed up and the music was pumping - if she didn’t know better she’d have thought it was Halloween. But despite the fact she definitely didn’t fit in with the crowd, she wanted to have a good time. So by the time she was in line for the bathroom she was well and truly drunk and accepting the offer of some girl to do her make up. 

Sasha frowned a little, wondering what the other woman had done. “Thanks? What....did you do anyway?” She asked slowly, slurring the tiniest bit. There was no mirror and it was dark and she couldn’t see what she’d let the woman do to her face. For all she knew, it could’ve been terrible. Her eyes widened then and she grinned as the woman said they lived on the same street; Sasha didn’t question it, she hadn’t met many of her neighbours yet. 

“Really?” She replied with a smile. “Well, nice to meet you! I’m Sasha,” she introduced herself, nodding as she tried to recall the big blue house. “I moved in a month or so ago...” 

[bridget-catherine-regan]

[sasha-reynolds]

An oldie but sometimes, I do in fact, take selfies.

[holli-flynn-at-your-service]

sasha-reynolds‌:

“I am,” Sasha replied with a firm nod. Her brows furrowed a little, “do you need to see I.D. or something?” she questioned; wondering if she’d misunderstood delivery etiquette all these years. 

Sasha sighed, glancing down at the box as he spoke, shaking her head a little. “If it’s what I think it is,” she mused, lips pressing together for a moment as she thought over the disappointment and shame she’d seen in her father’s face the last time she’d seen him. “Then not so much anymore,” she murmured softly. 

She shook her head, cringing at herself, not understanding why she’d suddenly said that to a complete stranger. Clearly her emotions were getting the better of her if she was just offering up pieces of information about herself to the damn delivery driver. 

“Sorry,” she told him firmly, securing the little device in her hand. She did as he suggested, using her finger to sign her signature. “I don’t know why I said that,” she continued, in what she considered a pattern now of oversharing. 

His laugh was light, “Ooh! No no. Sorry. I was just making sure since you said you weren’t expecting anything…” Letting his voice trailed off, he tilted his head slightly as he listened, “I’m sorry to hear that, Miss Roynolds.”

Honestly, Hollis knew just about everyone in Silver Lake and tried his best to listen to anything that might come his way. “No need to apologize. No need at all.” He smiled, taking the little device back from her, “I’m a good listener.” A pause, “And you know (I know we just met) but towards when I first came to California I was really alone. Then I moved here. And it’s only been about a year but… I met some really great people already. Keeps me from getting too home sick.” You could kind of pick in choose who you wanted in your family couldn’t you? “I’m Hollis by the way,” He held out his hand for her to shake, “You’ll probably see a lot of me.”

[sasha-reynolds]

Sasha gave him a soft smile then, at his words as she let out a short laugh. “It’s fine. And it’s certainly not your fault,” Sasha told him, shrugging her shoulders a little. His next words had her chuckling a little more genuinely as she shook her head. “Thank you. But it was a situation of my own making,” she told him frankly. 

And it had been. She’d known from the moment people found out about the affair that her parents, her father especially, would be furious with her. She’d known it all along and yet she’d still done it anyway. 

“Still it was a bit too much information,” Sasha replied, shaking her head. But as the man kept talking, she couldn’t help but look at him in surprise. For a person whose job was to deliver things as quick as possible, he was particularly chatty. It was a surprise. Though the man had valid points. 

“I suppose so. Though homesickness isn’t really my problem. I’ve lived all over for as long as I can remember,” she told him, again wondering why she was telling him this. She shook her head but smiled widely at the man as he introduced himself. 

“Nice to meet you Hollis. Sasha,” she told him, meeting his hand in a firm shake. She shook her head then. “Oh, I don’t get that many packages. So I suppose we’ll see.”

[holli-flynn-at-your-service]

sasha-reynolds‌:

There was a part of Sasha that was thankful she could sometimes work from home and another part, stronger really, that hated it. She could hide out and blend in and hang around hotel rooms; but actually staying put, in her own home? It was uncharted territory. Made even more annoyed by a noise outside of her house. 

She felt like a lookie-lou, peeking out from her front window to glance onto the street, her brows furrowed at the delivery van and delivery driver standing in front of her house. Sasha opened the door carefully, resisting the urge to sink her hands into the pocket of her jeans as she stood in her door way. “Morning,” she called back. 

The man was right in front of her now and she eyed him and the box he carried cautiously. At his words she frowned a little, shaking her head. “I…don’t remember ordering anything,” she mused, knowing well enough that she hadn’t at all. She tried to get a peek at the papers on the box. “Does it say where it’s from? A return address?” she asked, clearly ignoring his need for a signature, even as she took the box to look for one herself. 

Her brows furrowed then at the return address. Bethel Road, Annapolis, Maryland - her parents house. She could only imagine what could possibly be in the box; the last remnants of parental pride no doubt. She took a deep breath, shaking off the sudden swell of emotion and looked up to the delivery driver with bright eyes. 

“I’ve got to sign, right?” She asked, placing the box down by her feet and gesturing for the signature machine.  

Hollis found that he was often stir crazy, even in the coziness of his apartment. He’d spent far too much time cooped up in his lifetime. Regardless of how many blankets and trinkets and whatever else that he, of course, enjoyed filled the place, nothing would be like the outdoors.

He’d delivered to this address before but no one ever seemed to be home. He figured like most people the owner of the house had a 9 to 5, and anyway he didn’t mind leaving things on people’s doorstep – out of sight from the road if he could manage it. Still, handing the parcel to someone was preferred. That way he knew without a doubt it got into their hands safely.

The sight of the woman peaking through the crack in the door was a pleasant surprise. A brow raising at her confusion. He glanced at the package, “You are Sasha Reynolds, right? ..Looks like this came all the way from Maryland.” Hollis never meant to pry, but was too perceptive for his own good. He liked making sure people knew they were heard, seen. The look in her eyes did not go unnoticed. And he let his curiosity get the best of him.

“Family on the East Coast?” He asked, passing her the little device, “Just use your finger.”

[sasha-reynolds]

“I am,” Sasha replied with a firm nod. Her brows furrowed a little, “do you need to see I.D. or something?” she questioned; wondering if she’d misunderstood delivery etiquette all these years. 

Sasha sighed, glancing down at the box as he spoke, shaking her head a little. “If it’s what I think it is,” she mused, lips pressing together for a moment as she thought over the disappointment and shame she’d seen in her father’s face the last time she’d seen him. “Then not so much anymore,” she murmured softly. 

She shook her head, cringing at herself, not understanding why she’d suddenly said that to a complete stranger. Clearly her emotions were getting the better of her if she was just offering up pieces of information about herself to the damn delivery driver. 

“Sorry,” she told him firmly, securing the little device in her hand. She did as he suggested, using her finger to sign her signature. “I don’t know why I said that,” she continued, in what she considered a pattern now of oversharing. 

[joliefaulkncr]

Hensley’s routine since moving to Silver Lake had been pretty consistent: wake up, morning run, coming home and drink a Red Bull, work for a few hours and then at 2 PM on the dot, it was time for a midday pick me up. 

Intelligentsia Coffee had quickly become one of Hensley’s favorite places to go, always ordering the same thing: iced coffee, almond milk, and a couple extra shots of espresso when the occasion called for it. That day had been pretty much the same, except when Hensley went to pick up her order, it was hot instead of cold. Despite insisting that the hot was fine, the barista had already walked off to make another one, informing the blonde she would remake the order free of charge. Hensley rarely drank hot coffee, looking around the shop with the cup in hand.

“Anyone want a cup of coffee?” she offered, not wanting the perfectly good drink to go to waste. “Still hot, just made, and barely touched.” ( @slchat​ )

[sasha-reynolds]

The call for anyone wanting a cup of coffee had Sasha’s brows furrowing just the slightest bit. She turned towards the voice and was amused to find that a blonde woman was offering up what seemed to be her own drink to the crowd of the coffee shop. Sasha was curious and amused as she caught the blonde’s eye. 

“Is there something wrong with it?” She asked, taking a furtive step towards her. “People don’t just usually give up their coffee’s so willingly,” Sasha continued, smiling a little at the woman. 

[linisms]

@slchat​​ — open. 

location: Cinema Paradiso time: Midnight, first viewing. 

Every moment that Lincoln felt as if someone was watching him caused the man to visibly sink lower into the dark leather plush cinema seat. The unfortunate consequence of this action being that the camera in his grasp would shake and if this occurred enough times he’d have to give up on this illegal attempt to put the newly released film on the internet. Probably for the best given his track record. That and the number of times the same person had gotten up from their seat one row in front of him to get the free popcorn refill. Honestly, the nerve of some people. But what had really put the nail in the coffin with his filming career in the theater was the feeling that eyes were on him again, thus the camera being suddenly tucked away at his side and a good five minutes of the main action scene becoming a sound only experience. Although the sudden shifting in his seat to look behind him with the assumptive, “what?” didn’t exactly help his stealthy case. 

[sasha-reynolds]

Sasha hadn’t been able to sleep, a common enough occurrence in the last few months, which was how she’d found herself at a midnight showing of some new action movie. The cinema seats were comfortable enough and she had a half eaten box of popcorn on her lap, she’d bought it on a whim even though she wasn’t particularly hungry. But the movie was long and her leg felt like it was going numb; so she shifted in her seat, trying to flex her muscles and wake them up again. 

Unfortunately, she’d wriggled around too much and knocked her popcorn clear off her lap. She snorted a little, the sound rather muted in the grand scheme of things but was sure the people around her didn’t appreciate it. Least of all the man in front of her that had been trying to secretly record the movie. She’d been watching him with amusement, not that interested in the highly stylised action going on, on the big screen - the man seemed rather paranoid. 

At his what? she smirked, leaning forward a little. “Sorry, am I making too much noise on your recording?” she hissed back with a smirk and a smug look in her eyes. 

[holli-flynn-at-your-service]

@slchat​

Say what you will about Hollis Flynn – that he wasn’t the brightest or too awkward or too shy – but he loved his job. It kind of… brought a confidence out of him that he didn’t wear at home. Silly, maybe, that a simple uniform could act as armor but here he was. Hollis didn’t need to be a rocket scientist or superman or expertly skilled to deliver mail. He could just… Be.

He sang under his breath as he moved from house to house. Not well, but you know, what matter was that he was enjoying himself.

Fly me to the moon, Let me sing among those stars…

“Mornin!” Hollis called from his truck, sticking his arms inside to retrieve a parcel, “Got a big box for ya. Just need your autograph.” he made sure to bring it up to the door, “Order something good?”

[sasha-reynolds]

There was a part of Sasha that was thankful she could sometimes work from home and another part, stronger really, that hated it. She could hide out and blend in and hang around hotel rooms; but actually staying put, in her own home? It was uncharted territory. Made even more annoyed by a noise outside of her house. 

She felt like a lookie-lou, peeking out from her front window to glance onto the street, her brows furrowed at the delivery van and delivery driver standing in front of her house. Sasha opened the door carefully, resisting the urge to sink her hands into the pocket of her jeans as she stood in her door way. “Morning,” she called back. 

The man was right in front of her now and she eyed him and the box he carried cautiously. At his words she frowned a little, shaking her head. “I...don’t remember ordering anything,” she mused, knowing well enough that she hadn’t at all. She tried to get a peek at the papers on the box. “Does it say where it’s from? A return address?” she asked, clearly ignoring his need for a signature, even as she took the box to look for one herself. 

Her brows furrowed then at the return address. Bethel Road, Annapolis, Maryland - her parents house. She could only imagine what could possibly be in the box; the last remnants of parental pride no doubt. She took a deep breath, shaking off the sudden swell of emotion and looked up to the delivery driver with bright eyes. 

“I’ve got to sign, right?” She asked, placing the box down by her feet and gesturing for the signature machine.  

[predatoryqueers]