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so, when you give that look to me

WHO: REGGIE and SASHA
WHERE: Heropa and then who knows!
WHEN: Sometime this past weekend.
WHAT: Adventure date in which they decide to take the wrong car.
WARNINGS: Possible references to/talk of zombies, death, violence, and sex. AoT/AwA spoilers.

[ Reverberating with excitement as she hops off the porch, Will's car keys in hands along with a bag of snacks and other things, Sasha can't help herself she finds it exciting that she and Reggie are about to take another impromptu drive somewhere for the heck of it. They don't travel anywhere together save for the usual diners or back and forth between their own houses, so it's a refreshing change of pace to be able to do something different but still fun with him.

It's only fair Reggie gets to decide the destination (if there is one, not that there was the last), but that would have probably happened anyway as Sasha still hasn't learned how to drive. She's glad it isn't up to her anyway — backing over Dorian is fresh in her mind when she glances at Will's car, Jeff's own parked not too far from it. ]

[ She holds out the keys for Reggie with a big, bright smile on her face. ]

[ Sasha gives the bag a shake, it being weighed down with all kinds of food like chips, mini-pretzels, drinks, cookies, but also some healthier options like fruits and carrots and celery. ]

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[ It started, last time, as a spontaneous exercise in getting himself comfortable behind the wheel of a car again. Sure, Reggie liked to drive, and sure, normally he's pretty decent of a driver, but it'd also be quite an understatement to call his inability to do so the past two years simply driving anxiety.

Getting behind the wheel still makes his heart race, his head pound, and palms sweat; images and sounds still flash through his brain, imprinted behind his eyes possibly forever. Why? Reggie resents the way trauma clings to him so tightly, and that's why he's so determined now to start finding more ways to aggressively defy it. ]

All night, huh? Just how far do you think we're going -- driving at night's no picnic, you know. Unless you had other plans.

[ He holds his palm out to collect the keys, running a comb through his hair with his opposite hand. Then he looks from Will's car to Jeff's much nicer one. ]

Huh. Whose car is that?

[ There are certain anxieties even getting into the passenger's seat, but Sasha can't quite pinpoint what it might be when she isn't behind the wheel herself. There was that nightmare that one summer which involved speeding and what she thought was a life or death situation, but it was just that. A nightmare — nothing more. An imPort trying to force them to face things that weren't... well, not real, but not present in this world.

Yet, somehow, it's less frightening to swing down fifty meter tall walls than it is to fly or drive a car. ]

Where are we going? [ Maybe it might be better to pick a destination, just in case Laurie or Connie ask her where she is. ] My legs will need to stretch and exercise eventually.

[ She follows Reggie's gaze, giving Jeff's car a once-over before reaching for Reggie's hand to try and tug him toward Will's. ]

That's Jeff's. I think he called it a con...verted?

[ Reggie doesn't acknowledge Sasha's question, walking over to Jeff's car to examine it more closely. Where...? Hell if he knows, honestly -- planning it kind of defeats the whole purpose, which is to just feel good and free behind the wheel again without overthinking little things like destination. It's all about the journey, right? ]

Like I said, I'm not looking to be driving all night. That's practically trucker territory or something.

[ And, gross. He turns his head back toward Sasha, nodding toward Jeff's car. ]

A convertible. Let's take it instead -- see what it's like to drive in real style, for once in your life.

[ She follows after Reggie, adjusting the bag straps against her shoulder, though she nearly loses her grip on it and fumbles when Reggie makes that suggestion. While a part of it is tempting, the fact it's Jeff has her somewhat concerned; he is her boss and a friend of the family. A part of the family, even if he might not say it aloud. ]

Did you get too much sun today? He's my boss!

[ But the temptation is there in her eyes, the desire to do something she isn't supposed to be doing. With Connie around again, that particular habit of messing around when they aren't being watched is reignited in Sasha properly again. ]

We don't have keys and he might come out any minute...

[ How are they supposed to drive without keys? ]

[ If Reggie shares the concern, it doesn't seem to show; he knows Jeff, after all, and they're... sort of close, aren't they? Isn't it only fair, then, that Reggie be allowed to borrow his car if he wants to? Or that Sasha should be, at the very least. Otherwise what's the point of living with people who treat you like... you're a family or something.

Who wants that? ]

Your boss? He's my boss.

[ One of. Reggie leans into the car, running his palm over the interior seats and feeling around under the dash to see if there's a spare key hidden in the car itself; probably not, but you never know. ]

He won't mind. Check inside real quick and see if his keys are in there -- but it's fine, maybe we don't need them.

[ He's never done anything like hotwire a car before, but that's probably on google or something? ]

Really? He never mentioned you also worked there...

[ Sasha still works at the animal shelter, too, so her time is split as evenly as possible between the two. If she had known Reggie was also working for Jeff she would have frantically contacted him every time she deleted a message from the phone or did something strange to the computer.

But that isn't important anymore, not when she considers Reggie's point. She leans over the car, reaching out to touch the seats herself and gasps lightly at how comfortable they feel. Not even the couch in her apartment feels this nice. ]

Jeff is pretty cool for an adult... only Will, April and Jeff let me do what I want. [ Surely, he won't mind, right? She puts down the bag of snacks, glancing over her shoulder. ] I can find the keys.

I mean, just on weekends in his other office sometimes. No big deal.

[ Reggie shrugs dismissively, not really in the mood to talk about work even if he was the one who introduced the semi-tangent; their paths don't cross, but maybe that's for the best. Working with your girlfriend seems like it'd be like working for your parents or something -- too suffocating, in a way. Besides, knowing Sasha, and also knowing himself, no work would actually end up getting done.

Then he glances back over at her, running his hand over the car's hood to familiarize himself with the way a car like this feels, a grin on his face. ]

Seriously? Atta girl, I knew I liked you for a reason. [ Joking, obviously! But, he was hoping she'd say that; she can teleport, after all. ] Should I wait out here?

[ There's only an incredibly brief moment where Sasha's mind wanders to what Jeff would do if he found out his two employees had taken his car, but that's if he finds out in the first place. Though his car is parked here, Sasha didn't see Jeff downstairs anywhere, so he must be asleep upstairs, maybe in a whiskey-induced sleep if they're lucky. ]

I'm really sneaky, you know. If Connie were here he could vouch for how good I am.

[ She nods then and without saying another word, vanishes into thin air. It's about almost a couple of minutes later she reappears in the same spot, dangling what look like keys to the car between her fingers before Reggie.

Sasha grins, proud of herself for retrieving the keys unseen. Before handing them to Reggie, she pulls them just out of his reach and over her head, still grinning from ear to ear. ]

What's the magic word?

[ Whoever that-- oh, right. One of Sasha's friends, Reggie can somewhat remember... but no one he's ever met before. Whatever.

Waiting mostly patiently while Sasha's gone, Reggie's taken the liberty of jumping over the door and seating himself in the driver's seat by the time Sasha reappears. He makes a couple attempted grabs at the dangling keys. ]

Come on. [ Now he's impatient, though just a little bit. If they're going to be driving, though, better for it not to be in the dark. ] I knew you could do it...?! We're too old for magic words, Sasha.

[ A boy nearly impossible to wrench a "please" out of. ]

[ She dangles the keys playfully out of reach, giggling in amusement at Reggie's hesitance to use the word "please" in this situation. Sasha leans against the side of the car, tucking her hand with the keys behind her back so that it's still a difficult reach. ]

That's not it. [ She grins again at him. ] If you aren't going to say it then I guess I'll have to put these back...

[ Jeff won't notice the keys have been gone a few minutes, she's sure. Not that she actually plans to return the keys so soon; she's having fun bothering Reggie with this. ]

[ Reggie grabs at them a few more times, getting increasingly impatient each time if only from the frustration of it -- he huffs out an aggressive breath, hitting his hand on the steering wheel. ]

Come on, Sasha, we gotta get going if we don't wanna miss daylight completely. Quit playing around!

[ Another huff, leaning his arm against the seat's back. ]

What're you trying to prove, anyway?

[ When he hits the steering wheel, having not expected that reaction, Sasha actually jerks back a little before sighing aloud. Her shoulders deflate and she rolls her eyes, holding out the keys properly for Reggie to take. ]

It's not a big deal if the car has working lights, right?

[ Although she isn't driving the car, so she doesn't have much of an idea of how terrifying driving at night can be, especially when you've run over an animal in the dead of night already... ]

If you're not going to say "please" you're going to have to cook me lunch for a week.

[ She circles around the car to hop into the passenger's side, double-checking her bag of snacks (and pulling out a small bag with mini-pretzels). ]

[ Reggie plucks the keys from her irritably but leaves it at that, getting the car started with a twist of key in ignition. Then, leaning his arm over the lip of the car window, he looks at her again. ]

No one likes driving in the dark, Sasha.

[ He says it like, duh, then waves her over impatiently to get into the car already, even as she's on her way. ]

It'd be your funeral. Do you like macaroni? Wait, what am I saying... [ Of course she does. ] Why should I say please for something you were already gonna do? You don't need to mess with me, too.

[ Settled into her seat now, she closes the door and begins tugging at her seat belt to get it on. Momentarily however, she's distracted by Reggie bringing up macaroni and anything else he's said before and after are white noise to her as she focuses on that bit only. ]

You would make macaroni for me?!

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so, when you give that look to me

sorry that I'm the worst......

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