[center][h1][color=DDA0DD]Sasha[/color][/h1][/center] [center][h2]Heading towards Centre Point . Public Party . Friday evening [/h2][/center] Sasha discarded the remnants of his cigarette as he narrowly avoided unneeded social interaction with some merry moron in an ugly Christmas sweater. He loathed the yuletide holidays and it was difficult to retain his usual calm demeanor. The ingestion of copious amount of drugs and alcohol was truly the only way to survive this time of year with one’s sanity in check. Speaking of which Sasha dug through his Louis Vuitton clutch until he found his clear plastic bag. Damn, the coke was almost finished and at this rate it would be gone before he got to the party. Weighing his options he slipped into an alley and produced a straw from his handbag, using the straw he snorted the remaining powder from the bag. It was hardly the most elegant way to enjoy the product, but he doubted that any of the storefronts provided that they were even open would let him use their restrooms. His whole body shuddered in sublime ecstasy. What a rush! He let out a pleasurable moan as he disposed off the straw and the baggie amongst the other rubbish the littered the alley. He slipped out of the alley with a renewed vigor and a pep in his step per say. The holidays became a fraction more tolerable. Ha! Perhaps he’d ironically indulge some eggnog whilst painting his nails the garish greens and reds associated with this time of the year. [center][h2] [color=FAEBD7] Khorshid[/color], and [color=BDB76B]Lupe[/color][/h2][/center] [center][h3] Centre Point [/h3][/center] [@Pilatus][@PrinceAlexus] Lupe and Khorshid thanks to their bodyguards pushed further into the event proper. Lupe was disappointed that their entrance did not garner a bigger reaction; boos and jeers were preferable to the deafening silence. It vexed him to think that Sasha was essential to their public reception as it only lead credence to the petite Russian de facto leadership over the group. Goddammit he was sick of that pretentious fop. If he was forced to listen to another one of Brian Eno’s ambient albums or Sasha’s analysis of them he break the record over his friend’s head. Lupe as the self proclaimed “popularest” guy in the group knew deep down he should be the leader. The large Cuban looked around for someone or something of interest. Lupe let out a hearty chuckle as he watched two gangbangers pass out of the corner of his eye and knew deep down they wished they were as hard as him. He was a straight baller. He shivered because despite his girth as a lifelong Floridian he was not accustomed to anything colder than seventy degrees. He noticed that Khorshid had been trying to get his attention and was tugging on his sleeve like an impatient child. Lupe leaned in so he could hear his friend over the crowd. [color=FAEBD7] “I think I saw my girl Lupe”[/color] [color=BDB76B] “Your girl?…Oh, you mean that wet blanket from the record store.” [/color]Lupe scanned the crowd to no avail . [color=BDB76B] “Shit, where she at man.”[/color] Khorshid pointed in the general direction of Marinalia and Lupe let out a loud whistle as they both leered at her body. [color=BDB76B] “Damn, looks like she dolled herself up just for you K. She probably all like ‘I need a little curry inside me to spice up my prudish life’. You definitely going to score tonight boy. Trust me as I have a minor in… Women's studies.”[/color] [color=FAEBD7] “That’s right. I keep forgetting that you have that. Those were the days. Didn’t the professor attempt to press charges on you.”[/color] [color=BDB76B] “Funny sto…”[/color], Lupe stopped midsentence as he caught a glimpse of someone he hadn’t seen in years. [color=BDB76B] “Great White Buffalo”[/color], he quietly exclaims under his breath. Despite not hearing his friend Khorshid recognized the awe that enveloped the fat Cuban’s visage. [color=FAEBD7] “Holy Moly. The one that got away? Your first true crush? Your unrequited love? The only woman you respect outside of your Mother? Paige is here in Sol Shitty?”[/color] Lupe nodded, but couldn’t bring himself to say anything. [color=FAEBD7] “Well what are we standing around for. We should go after her bro. Shame Sasha isn’t here yet, but fate is smiling down on you for this brief window of time and it would be foolish to through it away. What kind of wingman would I be if I let my own fleeting passions overshadow the chase. I know that you would do the same for me big guy.” [/color] [color=BDB76B] “Bless up, your so articulate with your words when you slam down that Ritalin K”, said Lupe wiping tears out of eyes. [/color] The duo races after Paige with their security in toe attempting to get her attention. [center][h1][color=DDA0DD]Sasha[/color][/h1][/center] [center][h3] Centre Point [/h3][/center] [@SgtEasy][@Robo27] Sasha eventually managed to get to the epicenter of tonight’s little get-together though it was a blur in regard to how exactly he got here. He blew on his hot chocolate before taking a tentative sip of the decadent liquid. Though the petite man struggled to remember where he acquired the liquid or the ornate mug for that matter; Santa’s chiseled face held no answers and in fact it seemed to mock him. Shoot. Why was he here again? And where were Khorshid and Lupe? Or his security? Shrugging he took another sip of the drink. It was really good Hot Chocolate. He watched some brutish man-handle a shrub. Was this even real life. He couldn’t even deal right now. To make things worse some horrible lowlife nabbed all his cocaine. However, that mystery would have to wait for another time. Sasha decided to approach the two other men not embroiled in a pitted struggle against mother nature. A feint scent of oranges filled his nostrils. Odd. [color=DDA0DD] “Darlings. I’m..I must say…I’m elated perhaps even overjoyed to make your acquaintances. Hope I am not disturbing anything here. Though I must say It really warms the cockles of my heart to see vegetation so utterly eviscerated.”[/color] Sasha smiles clearly a tad out of it.