Sasha had had a hell of a time getting up that morning. He had finally fallen asleep around six in the morning only to have the alarm on his phone blare at him an hour later, reminding him he had to keep Strider on a certain schedule and hopefully the horse wouldn’t completely lose his mind. Not to mention, he was also working daily once again and he needed the money now that he had to pay for Strider’s board, so, even though it had been very difficult for him he got himself out of bed and out the door rather quickly. Beyond the fact that he had a very hard time keeping his eyes open all day and that Strider wasn’t in the best mood the day had gone on without a real problem. Life was life and right now Sasha was just living day by day so there was never anything really exciting that happened. Well, that was until he got a weird phone call of someone speaking German. It took him a while to make his mind jump from the French he had been speaking to his horse to the German he needed to use to understand the woman on the other end of the line.

The girl was a very good friend of his. Part of the gang and one of the first people he met once he moved, and one that spoke a language that he understood very well that wasn’t English. What he had found out already was that he didn’t speak English much to other people with the snake inked somewhere on their body in public, which was probably very smart. With the stuff they talked about, no one else really needed to know what was going on in their conversations. That could end up bad by the end of the day, without a doubt. Well after a while of talking on the phone they decided they couldn’t figure out what needed to be figured out and she just had Sasha say he’d show up at the club she worked at later that night, after he was finished working himself. Sasha had simply been planning on going home that night and hoping to go back to sleep, since he was even more tired when he got a little sleep and needed to wake up instead of just never sleeping but the gang came first and that’s what he needed to worry about tonight.

Sasha was so uncaring about most of the stuff that he just spent his time at the barn with his horse until he finally went to the barn once again, never even stopping back at his apartment. It wasn’t like he really needed to, after all. It didn’t matter what he did, he would probably still always look like he just came from the barn so he gave up with it long ago. He drove his motorcycle quickly over to the club and noticed that it was already stupidly busy, but there was nothing he could do about it. He parked his motorbike and after taking off the leather gloves he wore to ride it made his way into the club, quickly receiving a wave from his friend, a beautiful blonde who went by the name of Tina. After seeing him she quickly got his drink ready, she was used to him and knew what he would want. Whenever Sasha went anywhere it was always a double malt scotch. The drink was about as strong as you could get, but Sasha loved it. Anything strong was okay with him, in all reality though.

Tina had to work and was running around quite a bit, but whenever she got a few moments she would stop and the two of them would have a quick talk over what had to happen. If there was one thing that Sasha was happy to hear about it was that after moving here his parole had been loosened up quite a bit. He was allowed out at night and there were other things that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. I mean, he still wasn’t allowed to carry a weapon, duh, but hell, life was better when he was actually allowed to drink and it made it easier for his friends not needing to schedule things around when he could do them, but that was in the past for now.

A club like this really wasn’t his scene. His OCD drove him insane every time he came to a busy club at night and then there was the fact that he hated dealing with drunken females. It was so stupid. If you didn’t know how much alcohol you could handle you shouldn’t be drinking publicly at all, it was that simple. Then there was the fact that some people were high and he really was trying to stay clean and it was so hard for him. So many people around him had a very strict schedule to when they took their fix and it wasn’t helping him and he really was trying. It was like dangling a carrot in front of a horse and saying they couldn’t have it. This had to be torture but he was going to live with it for as long as it could. Then, well the girls around here were only what he looked for in a one night stand. None of the girls who came to busy nights at the clubs were the type he had any interest in beyond taking them home for one night, it was that simply. Girls who felt they needed to show themselves off to be considered beautiful were just idiots and the dancing stopped being sexy and started being slutty after their first drink. It was that simple when he came to it and, contrary to popular belief, that wasn’t what Sasha looked for. On the other hand, those were also the girls who were best in bed and we all know teenage guys love sex and Sasha knew that he wouldn’t really object to that tonight.

Tina and Sasha finished their conversation, Tina giving Sasha his third drink at the time. It was damn lucky that Sasha had a high tolerance for alcohol since he hadn’t exactly been here for long. He had to admit there was a small buzz in the back of his head, but he could ignore that much. It would take a few more drinks before he couldn’t drive or something like that. After they got what they needed to talk about talked about they just told normal stories and all that shit before Tina nodded behind him, mentioning something about seeing Sasha with the girl before, which Sasha only confirmed, saying she was a friend and in the end, Tina knew better than that and told him it was okay to go and that she needed to get back to work anyway.

Taking his Drink Sasha walked over to the table Harlee and her friends were at. Her friends had seen him around before so he wasn’t going to worry about that as he walked up behind her. He avoided putting his drink down at all, simply because of the whole OCD thing and it was just easier to hold it in the end. Talking in her ear Sasha made his presence known, “Hey, not really surprised to see you here,” he was only talking loud enough for her to hear him, her friends would be a little left in the dark. He didn’t have too many ideas for the night but a few ran through his head. He knew he had been trying to cut off on the sex, but come on. He had been robbed of his childhood and next August he would no longer be able to use the excuse of being a teenager, so this had to be okay, right?

Every part of Sasha hated the actual club scene. He had never liked music all that much, loud and crowded places had a tendency to make him even more observant than he was before and with his OCD he noticed even more things that, in all honesty, he really wished he could just fix so he wouldn’t be thinking about it the rest of the night. Then there was the fact that drunken people, as we’ve spoken about more than once, made him want to punch something and being at the receiving end was never a good thing. If it wasn’t for the easy access to alcohol himself, as well woman of course, it was doubtful he would ever show up here at all. It just drove him insane, but hell, he had his reasons from time to time, you could say.

Sasha was well aware he didn’t have time to waste. He had seen too many of his best friends die so young in life and he no longer had plans to live past thirty. See their deaths didn’t exactly slow him down, to say the least. Every time it were to happen, which luckily hadn’t been much lately, it just reminded him to do everything he wanted to do in life as quickly as he could get it all done, all of which would probably bring around the end of his life faster than it normally would, of course, but for now he was doing okay with it all. Unlike most people his age who didn’t know what they were doing and were just figuring out how to live he had a basic idea how his life would play out. He was completely fine how everything was going. He never wanted, or had plans, to get married, have kids and he was absolutely fine in nothing more than a simple apartment. He never really went to any of his high school classes so you were insane if you thought he’d ever go to anything like college, or university, whatever the hell it was called over here. You were insane if you thought he knew exactly how schooling worked anywhere. Sure, he had a hell of a lot of useless knowledge but that simply wasn’t some of it

In the end, though, Sasha was happy with life as it was now. He was absolutely satisfied with his job and his horse and his friends. Sure, in ten years he may want to find a different way beyond one night stands to get sex and all, but he’d live with that when the time comes. Hell, maybe he’ll finally be able to stick to his saying that he needed nothing to be able to live a normal and what he called a happy life. It was quite possible that what he called happy wasn’t what most people did simply because how hard his life had been before. There was a huge list of things he didn’t have to worry about now that he did when he had been living back at home, including his father not realizing that domestic violence did pertain to him as well.

If the same sex took a lot of notice to you it was for one of two reasons. Either you were great, or you were awful, and sadly most people were the latter. People, at some point, had to realize that being known as someone that people had to be careful with allowing their loved one around was a very, very bad thing. People of the same gender should either notice you for the fact that you’re amazing or not notice you at all, and Sasha obviously went for the latter. Sure, he had his friends but other guys rarely knew his name, which was fine by him. It seemed to be worse with girls though. There was always one or two that people had to be very careful around and those few usually only thought they actually had friends because being close to them meant that they would probably not hurt you. Okay, yeah Sasha was just filled with very tough truths, but they were usually, if not always, incredibly accurate.

Sasha had a way of looking at almost everything from a very outside point of view on it all, which gave him the best of the best outlooks on it all as well. Though he could be rough, if more people would listen to his advice the world would probably be a better place, unless he started giving advice on how to join gangs or plan someone’s demise, but it was doubtful that was going to happen at all. He was just very, very logical, so much so that sometimes the logic didn’t even seem to make sense right away but one you thought about it everything just fell right into place.

When it came to Buffy… well in all honesty Sasha was trying to ignore the fact more than he was sure he should. It was obvious he was something more to Buffy, or she wanted to do something that just confused even him to hell. If he would be honest, which you would be damn ass hard pressed to get him to say these words, it was possible that she was growing into something more to him as well but that was in the back of his mind so he was subconsciously trying to prove to himself she was nothing to him. She just seemed to be too good for him. He needed action and someone who would bend more than one rule in their life time. He could tell that the tattoo was the first thing she had ever really done without her parent’s permission and someone that… safe would drive him insane after a little while. He was definitely what you may be able to call wild. Then again, he preferred someone like Buffy in a relationship setting over Harlee, at least most of the time. He needed someone who could keep him in a bit of check, but what did he know at the moment? Now he was just playing by ear and hoping it all turned out okay in the end. And if it didn’t? Well, life went on, he would live.

“Whatever you want it to,” he answered her question, still very close for the sake of being heard, and maybe something more, but did it matter? They were both single at the moment and, even though there were people out there who could consider what they did to be wrong, or whatever else, they were both fine with how their relationship was currently working. When she spoke he listened carefully. He rolled his eyes by the end of it, though. He wasn’t much of a joker, if it wasn’t too obvious, but he could play along for a little while before getting too annoyed with it all. Shaking his head he gave her a bit of a glare, nothing near what he would give when he was genuinely ignored with something, though, of course. That look wasn’t something anyone wanted to see and definitely not good for talking to a beautiful woman.

“I thought you would know no one can tame me by now,” he let his free hand slid down her arm almost thoughtfully before it fall to his side once again, not really thinking about what he was doing. Religion and Sasha was a conversation most stayed well away from. He was agnostic, completely, but he, of course, didn’t really care enough to name what he was. He just didn’t have enough faith in the humans he would normally call idiots to be able to determine if there was an all powerful being or not. He didn’t deny that there was a God, nor did he swear there had to be. He simply didn’t know, it was that easy to understand. He was never angry about anyone else’s religion and didn’t care what they thought, but he did do his best to simply not talk about it at all. Even though his point of view on the whole topic was very moderate, he was sure that he could find a way to logic a few things out and nobody wanted to listen to him poke holes in their beliefs.

Feeling her hip press against his he did close to nothing after letting his slate hued eyes turn downwards to see what she was doing, but he thought nothing of it. This was just Harlee for you, he supposed. When she spoke he listened, but almost only halfway this time. Why did girls’ words get boring so quickly unless they hadn’t touched alcohol all night? He didn’t understand how their minds worked, and he had decided long ago not to try either. He only looked back to her feeling her fingers run along his chest, through the black fabric of his shirt. Once her words finally managed to get sorted out in his head he bit the inside of his lip. Fuck, drugs, not a good thing. He was trying so hard to stay clean and it was touch but he finally got the rest of the gang to stop asking if he wanted any and now he had Harlee. What did he have to do to stay clean? It was like he only attracted the attention of people who used and it drove him insane.

“No, I have nothing,” he said, wrapping his free arm around her waist, his mind swimming for an idea for what to say, hopefully to drop the topic. He pulled her even close to him and looked down at her with something like a seductive look. “But you know I like girls more when they’re lucid,” he stated, which was the basic truth of the matter. A girl had to be in their right mind to be any fun. Luckily, he had no trouble getting with a sober girl a majority of the time, unless there wasn’t one in the bar of course. “I think we could find something just as fun without worrying about it,” he smirked down at her once again and waited for her response, really hoping she didn’t push the fact anymore than she already had. Sure, he had enough will power to deny it tonight, but the more he was asked the less will he actually had to avoid it all, and with random blood tests, thanks to his parole, he really did need to stay clean.