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*sits by him carefully, flashing a soft smile* You got an extra one'a those, sugar?

*shakes a cig from the pack*

You are not minding unfiltered I hope

Whatever's fine. *lights up with her pink Bic mini, flashing him a toothy grin*

Whatcha up to this evenin'

Sasha is looking for anything other than...than this to do right now, you are having plans for the night times?

Mm, I might go to a club or two.. *takes a puff, holding out a hand gingerly*

Sasha, m'Kat.

You are a premium dancer?

*He takes a step closer to her, gazing over his emaciated frame*

I am knowing of a discotheque we can go to if you are perusing one...

*giggles, nodding a little*

Ya could say that. Don't know yer definition of premium or nothin'... but I can hold my own.

*blinks, then nods with a bright smile*

Sure, why not?

YOU ARE NOT KNOWING PREMIUM? IT IS MEANING TO THE MAXIMUM TO BE THE BEST! We will head there now yes?

*dissolves into a giggling FIT* Ohhh, alright. *nods theatrically* Then I am a premium dancer.

*holds out her hands like a child* If you'll help me up.

*He took her hand in his own, which was rather thin and calloused*

I am good at being a gentleman sometimes *grinning*

*smiles big, letting him pull her up, hanging on his arm*

Only sometimes, Sasha.

*He could not stop the smirk from spreading across his face*

Other times, I am just, how are you saying....it is not important, we should go now

*blinks* How am I sayin' what? Oh yeah, we should. Let's go!

You are knowing a good place to go?

Sure thing, hon. Jus' around th'corner there there's an okay place. Th'Bashful Bull III or somat.

The accent you are having is very intriguing, I have heard people who are speaking like you are from the midwest America? Or am I making mistakes?

Hm... my origin is'a curious one, sweethart. I come from Lousiana, but I were raised in LA. So yer guess is good as mine, ya could say.

*nodding* Lousiana is similar to Puerto Rico? This club you are knowing of, what kind of music is blasting there?

*giggles* Nah, honey. Not even close, but s'close enough fer now.

S'more of a bar so they'll be playin'.. anythin popular now.

*linking his arm in hers* You are showing the way then, you are, what are they calling it here, the guide of the touring

I'll be yer guide ta LA, sure thing, sugar. Where might you be from now? Not... Not Romania? Russia, maybe? *leans on him a little as she leads the way*

Russian, Romania, Ukraine, the borders are always in fluctuating, I come here a few months ago to swallow swords, but am out of a vocation right now, which is less than premium

Swallowin' swords, huh.. Ya ever consider bein' a model? Ya got the frame fer it.

It does not provide the premium income for me to be using opium. Are you in possession of a vocation?

Ya'huh, I'ma model, an' I know plenty'a girls that afford they's opied of choice.

You are knowing, what they call it here, a crack den, where we can get cocked before we are dancing?

*frowns, shaking her head* I'm sorry, honey, I quit that years back.

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*Sasha looked away for a few moments, taking that time to slip a capsule under his tounge*

It is not important then, we are continuing on the adventure to the dancing?

*his voice drops to a low* Were you a habitual user of the dragon?

Coke was more my poison'a choice, hon. But yer right, we're here. *leads him in side, hand in hand as she slumps in one of the zebra-print barstools*