Sasha breathed the warm night air in deeply and exhaled slowly through her nose. Dust hung thickly in the air, the fading light of the sun at the mouth of the cave casting a bizarre hazy glow over the tops of the buildings. Fiona shut the door to Felix's workshop behind her and Sasha steadied herself for phase one of their plan.
Walking to the Purple Skag wasn't going to take long, and she was going to have to figure out how to bring in their mark that night. She cringed openly at the thought of having to bat her eyelashes to get what she wanted.
"'But you're sooo good at it, you can knock 'em dead just like – that Moxxi chick!'," She mumbled to herself in a terrible impression of her sister's voice, "Good my ass, Fi." It didn't help that Fiona couldn't keep a straight face every time Sasha tried to teach her how to charm their marks. Overall, Fiona was a lost cause. Sasha adjusted her headband against her dreadlocks and straightened her goggles around her neck.
She pressed her palm against the door to the bar and leaned into it, attempting to get a closer look inside before she had to be fully in-character. She hadn't really picked a character either, so there was that.
The inside of the bar was silent, stools sat abandoned, some were knocked over or still sitting on tables. She knew it was too early to come to a bar. She cursed Felix and Fiona's eagerness from earlier and turned around sharply. Sasha was about to walk out the door when a man's voice came from behind her,
"Hey, do you need something?"
Sasha whipped around a little too quickly and she saw him raise one of his eyebrows at her, his mouth twisted into a small smirk and he came from around the bar to stand before her.
"I hope you weren't planning on robbing me."
Sasha's voice squeaked, "N-no," she cleared her throat and straightened up, "just looking for a drink."
"Kind of early." The man crossed his arms. He wasn't buying her story.
"I – um – just got into town, I guess I'll come back later."
The man's face fell a little and he uncrossed his arms, "I wasn't telling you to leave. It's fine. Now is about when this place opens."
"Okay," She was waiting for him to turn around so she could follow him deeper into the bar, but he wasn't moving, "Everything alright?"
"I don't turn my back on anyone I don't know. What's your name?" His weirdly cautious demeanor made Sasha nervous, but she replied nonetheless. If she had to use this guy to get to August, so be it.
"It's Sasha." He nodded and waved her to follow him.
"August," Well that was easy, "you said you were from out of town?" She followed him and he was throwing glances over his shoulder at her.
"Mmhmm." Sasha mumbled distractedly. She might have painted herself into a corner, she was going to have to tread lightly from now on.
"You seem, off?" He studied her face and she smiled nervously.
"Just really looking forward to that drink, August." She replied sitting down at one of the stools closest to the bar.
"Alright, what can I fix you?"
"I'd like," she breathed out slowly and bit her bottom lip, "a nice tall glass of you, August."