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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:19 pm
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It struck Sasha, after spending more time on Twitter than she usually did, that perhaps it would be smart to check in on the handful of people who had greeted her. Lex, Dylon, Chantelle, Jerry - just to name a few.
She made her way down to the beach - modestly clad in little more than a pair of too-big sweatpants and a ratty old t-shirt, all of which were courtesy of Wash - who had gone out on another mission to someplace Sasha was glad she wasn't. It had been nice to see him, absolutely, and to spend a little stolen time with him, but Sasha was almost glad to see him go. When he was away from her, he could remain more himself - and she held him in high enough regard that breaking him down did not have as much appeal as it did with .. say .. anyone else on the Island.
Once she was situated on the beach in the cool sand, Sasha immediately texted Dylon.
Bittiface Text to Dylon:I'm at the beach. Easy to find. Come say hi. smile
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 3:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 6:56 am
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That made Sasha laugh, dark and low. "Are you a little playboy, Dylon?" She could hardly blame him if he was. There were so many lovely women on the island, after all.
At his compliment, Sasha's focus grew a little sharper. Flattery, oh, flattery would get him anywhere he wanted. Anything he wanted.
"Mm, thank you. We haven't talked in such a long time, I thought we should catch up." She bumped her shoulder against his. "Shame you weren't able to find the good stuff, but pour me a drink, bartender."
Sasha was feeling playful, something that was intensified by Dylon's presence. He was such a precious young man.
She liked the way he looked at her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 2:06 pm
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