A smile on his face as he had the perfect dare come to mind. “By any chance do you have Bridgette’s mobile number? Because if so I’ve got something great but it could be a little bit mean.” It was a long shot but his drunken mind didn’t care and he wasn’t thinking of all the consequences of it all if she did have the number.
sasha couldn’t help the devious little smirk that appeared on her face at the mention of a certain someone. the angel on her shoulder was telling her that she really ought to be nicer to that woman, it wasn’t as if bridgette had done anything to her. “maybe i do, maybe i don’t. why?” she was positive that she had her number somewhere on her cell, most likely in her notes along with the rest of women’s relationships she’d ruined. she had to be prepared in case of an ambush.
“Just one drink to play my games? I’ll take it.” He laughed as he called for the bartender to come and serve them both. “Let the lovely gent know what drink you’re havin’ so we can start havin’ some real fun in here. If you say truth then just know you’re a pussy alright? You’ve been warned, Sasha.”
“what can i say? i’m a simple girl.” truthfully, she was the furthest thing from simple, but that was for her to know, and only her. flashing the bartender a flirty smile, she ordered drink, shooting him a wink after. “a bramble, darling.” raising her brow at knight, she quickly rolled her eyes, letting out a scoff. “and what makes you think i was ever going to say truth? hit me with the best you’ve got.”
“Truth or dare?” Knight questioned as he knocked back the shot in his hand and placed it on the bar. An eyebrow twitched at the other as he waited on an answer. Knight finally had a knight off from work and intended on making it worth his while which is how he ended up 10 shots deep, roughly 5 jaeger bombs in and who knows how many pints later. @mancstart
“if you want me to play your silly game, at least buy me a drink first,” sasha rolled her eyes, ignoring that she currently had a drink in her right now. but her wallet, like her glass was half empty, and there was no way in hell she was paying for another one with her hard-earned money. bottoming out her glass. “you should know better than to keep a girl’s drink empty,” she half-teased.
“I’m a busy business man.” Franky laughed. “I’m texting a few people you know.. Sammy, Mel, Bridgette, Hazel. Why.. are you jealous or something?” Franky tormented. Luckily for him he wasn’t one to get awkward or embarrassed around people after having a one night stand with them. He was just a confident person but he also knew he was trying to work on things with Bridgette so anytime he and Sasha came in to contact he wasn’t about to run and tell her.
“oh look at you, you’re adorable.” a laugh escaped sasha’s lips as she walked right on over to franky and sat on his lap, not a single thought of hesitation crossing her mouth. “i don’t get jealous, babe.” true, she may have been the one that broke franky and his girlfriend up, but that was semantics, really. what were the chances she could do it twice in a row? it wasn’t as if she had any kind of feelings for the man under her. “so how you and the trinity bridge doing, anyways? on the path to reconciliation already?”
Franky turned his head slightly to the girl as he kept his attention on his phone. He was sat back, slouched in a chair at the club and was obviously distracted, his mind elsewhere right now. “Yeah.. yeah..” he trailed off as he tapped at his phone screen. “Did i not say that?” His brows furrowed in confusion, not even fully sure what he’d said so far. “Yeah you look great.” he said with more confidence this time as he locked his phone and slipped it in his pocket and gave her his full attention.
Some would think that sleeping with your boss and ruining his relationship with his girlfriend would’ve put a damper on things. But this is Sasha we’re talking about. Of course, she liked to flirt with Franky, pose in front of him, all just because she could. Life had always felt like a game to the brunette, why not have fun playing it? Rolling her eyes, a smirk appeared on her face as Franky finally looked at her. “I look fantastic, but that’s besides the point. Who on earth has you so distracted?”
“Hun, why are you even asking?” She raised an eyebrow, “Of course it does and I don’t need you rubbin’ it in how flat mine is compared to yours. There’s a reason i work in Nando’s and now Obsession’s.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I serve chicken and don’t slide up and down poles.”
Sasha let out a laugh, “Oh come on babe, you’ve got to flaunt what you’ve got.” Rolling her eyes, she sent Eliza a knowing look. “That’s ridiculous. You’d get more tips if you worked at Obsessions, just saying.” She’d never been one to rag on anyone’s career choices, but she wasn’t about to let Eliza sell herself short.
“Do you belieeeeve in love after love!?” She sang loudly to her best friend as she twirled around in a circle, her hands thrown into the air and her head tilted back with the loudest laugh she could muster from her diaphragm. “Why wouldn’t I be hyper, lovey!?” she said in her absolute worst British accent, winking at Sasha and pulling the other girl into a tight hug before placing the wettest kiss on her cheek and grinning.
“That’s definitely not the lyrics, love,” Sasha laughed in between her words. Had it been anyone else acting like they’d just done three lines of cocaine at 4 AM, she would’ve acted much differently, but it was Kim, the closest girl she’d ever had to a sister. “Maybe because it’s 4 o’clock in the morning? Did you do something and not invite me?” she half joked, rolling her eyes.
“why would i have any reason to speak to bridgette? i don’t know her like that and besides, i’m not the one with cheater stamped across my forehead, babes.”
“be honest, darling, does my arse look big in this dress?” sasha posed in front of a reflective surface, only speaking after she’d caught a look of someone else. of course, she already knew she looked good, asking was never meant to seek validation in her case. perhaps she just loved the attention. “the answer’s yes, by the way.” she smirked as she turned around, standing in front of them. @mancstart
Work was finally over, Kimberly could take her little tush home and likely have to get to a world of cleaning–– living with three men was not easy but she was doing it for the band after all. Carding her manicured fingers through her hair, she backed her way out of the club, doing a little shimmy because she was absolutely so happy to get out of work. It was literally four in the morning, so she didn’t expect very many people to be out but boy was she wrong when aforementioned tush crashed directly into the person behind her. “Oh shit, dude, I’m like so sorry!” she called out before turning to them and offering a wide smile, letting out a loud laugh soon after.
Sasha had only finished counting her tips for the night a few minutes ago, satisfied with how much she’d made. Men really were another breed of idiot, especially the rich ones. But she couldn’t complain. Pulling a hoodie over her head, she stepped away from her mirror, only to run right into Kimberly. “Kimberly, it’s 4 o’clock in the morning, how on earth are you so happy? And... hyper?” Even as tired as she was, being around her best friend couldn’t help but bring a little smile onto her face.
maybe he was flirting just a bit. but the café was dead, and jeremy was just trying to pull through the last few hours of his shift so that he could get off and do what he wanted rather than brewing up another fuckin’ soy latte. but this person was a regular, and jeremy knew their order by heart. “alright, look. i know what you’re wantin’ and i hate to tell you we’re fresh outta that. but i can give you somethin’ a bit better if you’re willin’ to be a lil adventurous and brave. way better than a half and half or whatever the fuck it is.”
in a typical sasha manner, sasha strutted into her usual coffee shop in sky high heels as if it was a fashion show. “are you trying to tell you don’t like my coffee order?” sasha joked, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. truthfully she hadn’t thought too much about her drink, usually getting whatever was fastest, and cheapest. “alright, i’ll bite. what do you recommend?”
“oh fucking hell,” isla babbled as she tripped to the ground, after the familiar snap of her expensive heel (clearly that last client wouldn’t be among the ones she liked after this) sounded just before she fell. she went sprawling to the pavement, a groan leaving her as she moved herself to the side of the sidewalk. “now why in the hell did that have to happen.” she mumbled to herself, looking at her scraped knee before her eyes moved up to the person who’d casted a shadow over her. “guess this scrape will put a damper on my social life eh?” isla joked with a strained chuckle. @mancstart
sasha had been walking home from work, a worn out jacket keeping her warm in the cooling manchester weather. she’d stopped in her tracks at the sight of a girl on the floor, glancing over her. “that’s unfortunate.” she could be nice? offering her hand over wouldn’t exactly hurt. slowly she extended her hand out, speaking again. “you should probably put some alcohol on that, a nasty infection would really turn people away.” @islaxsantiago
HAZEL LOOKED UP AT THE SKY AND LET OUT A FRUSTRATED SIGH. She was normally very prepared for the Manchester weather, but today, as the small rain drops started to come down, she was cursing herself for not bringing an umbrella. Or even thinking to wear a proper coat. “Fuck,” she muttered, as she tried to calculate if she was going to make it home before she became absolutely drenched. Using the small handbag as cover, Hazel walked with her head turned down, unable to to see anything that wasn’t two feet in front of her. So of course she would inevitably collide with someone else. “Fuck,” she cursed again, looking up at the helpless victim. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
sasha had always hated the rain. it reminded her of her childhood, putting a bucket under the hole in her room as her mother was away at work, watching the rain spill over onto the floor. so naturally, she was in a hurry to get home and into an apartment that wasn’t prone to flooding. her ensemble matched perfectly with her black umbrella, rushing down the street only to run right into hazel, her anger fading away as she noticed that it was her. “god hazel, had it been anyone else, i might’ve been upset,” she replied, furrowing her brows at the state of the other woman. “haven’t you heard of an umbrella?”
✦ LEIGH-ANNE PINNOCK, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ✦ SASHA DANIELS the TWENTY-SEVEN year old has been in Manchester for TWENTY SEVEN YEARS The STRIPPER is said to be PERCEPTIVE but also CONNIVING but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. @mancstart
general
full name: sasha alexis daniels
nicknames: sash
age: twenty-seven
date of birth: april 6th, 1993
hometown: manchester, uk
sexuality: bisexual
current residence: manchester, uk
appearance
hair color: dark brown
eye color: dark brown
height: 5′3″
biography (missing person and death tw)
born to a single mother, sasha spent most of her childhood watching her mother struggle to keep their tiny life afloat. she’d sit in the corner of the salon her mother worked in, singing along quietly to the radio every day after school as a child. there was no mention of her father, her mother refusing to acknowledge the man that wasn’t in their life. sasha would only find out later that her father had been in prison all those years, her mother forbading her to have any kind of contact with him. it put a strain on their already tense relationship.
their two personalities had always clashed. her mother was practical and did what she could to put food on the table, but sasha had never been that way. she dreamt of a different life, a better one. she wanted to be singer, to be famous and have everyone in the world know her name. she’d been singing all her life, despite not having any actual professional experience. she was accepted into the royal academy of music, thrilled that she was one step closer to reaching her dream. the only problem was, she didn’t have the money to pay for it, nor did she have her mother’s support. frustrated, moved away from her mother, taking up odd jobs in the city to pay for her tiny apartment.
it was a few years later when she started working at obsessions. it wasn’t to say she had a thing for her boss, but he was certainly attractive enough to catch her attention
sasha’s somewhat difficult upbringing definitely had foreshadowed the person she’d become. she had a habit of doing whatever it took to be out on top, never wanting to remember the life she had as a child. somewhere along the way, she became devious in other aspects as well. she had this charm to her, an alluring nature that almost always meant things went her way. if she wanted something, she took it, even if it meant hurting someone else. sasha just wasn’t programmed to think for anyone but herself.
though she did have her moments. It was always with the people closest to her, the times when her claws were retracted and her guard was down. she could be funny and protective and gentle. it was too bad so few people saw that side of her.
