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Post by Jubilee on Oct 28, 2015 18:06:26 GMT -5
"Let me handle the little electric rat here," Jubilee said with a grin as she went to the mini-fridge and got out an orange, some grapes and what appeared to be a leftover jelly donut. She then got out another Jolt for Sasha. "Sasha, here, just in case," she said as she handed him the soda. Then Jubilee grabbed the donut and waved it around in front of her. Pikaboo spun and ran at her, tackling Jubilee so he could get the donut. "Hold your horses, you crazy thing!" she said as she sat up and got the creature to sit on her lap like a small dog might. "Mind your manners, and maybe I'll make you more popcorn."
"We get food deliveries every couple of days, so we should be fine," Ali said to Sasha as she watched Jubilee and Pikaboo. "If we need to, I'll order him something that should fill him up and keep him out of our food. Maybe some economy-size snacks from Sam's Club or Costco?"
"I hope he doesn't get all freaky from the sugar in the donut," Angie said as she looked at her now-empty popcorn bowl. "I'll make more popcorn. And I'll make a special bag for your yellow friend there, Jubes."
"Sasha, did you say Mr. Dragotti sang in his wife's clothes?" Jubilee asked as she finally got off the topic of the yellow demon. "What did she think of that? And did he do it in public?"
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Post by Sasha Sadovsky on Oct 28, 2015 18:18:05 GMT -5
''Thanks,'' Sasha said to Jubilee after the latter handed him some Jolt. His eyes settled on the unusual rodent. *Hopefully the rodent won't eat every bit of food* he thought. Sasha grinned at Jubilee from behind his mask. ''That's good to know about getting food deliveries every couple of days.'' He turned to Jubilee and frowned after her comments about his ex-employer.
''Mr. Dragotti sometimes performed karaoke in one of his wife's dresses. I'm not sure why. Oh! It might have been to confuse his mob enemies in case they appeared near the stage. I had to sit in front of him and enjoy his performances. Mr. Dragotti wasn't atrocious, but he wasn't great at performing,'' Sasha said. He started to shrug. ''I actually never came across Mrs. Dragotti. She died before Mr. Dragotti was my employer. I saw photos of Isabella Dragotti. I can't imagine Isabella would be fond of Mr. Dragotti performing in her dress in public.'' |
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Post by Alison Blaire on Nov 29, 2015 18:51:59 GMT -5
"I can see why he might do it to confuse his enemies," Alison said in reply to Sasha's comments, "but making you sit there and listen to him and pretend to enjoy it? Oh boy. I don't think I could have pulled it off."
"Ali, come on!" Jubilee chided while Pikaboo munched happily on the grapes. "When Hank gets on a roll and talks about some of his geeky sciency stuff, haven't we all sort of zoned out and nodded our heads like we understood everything he was saying. I love Beast, but he gets way too technical about atoms and quarks--and I don't mean the Quark on Star Trek!"
"But it's different when it has to do with music or acting, at least I think it is," Dazzler said as she looked back over to Sasha. "What would happen if you didn't like his singing?"
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Post by Sasha Sadovsky on Nov 30, 2015 8:27:34 GMT -5
Sasha lifted part of his mask before he sipped some Jolt. He was still careful not to lift the entire mask. There wasn't any reason to harm his companions with his stare. Things might have been different if Mr. Dragotti or the latter's other hit-men were present. Sasha just didn't like them at all. He had his reasons.
''What would you do if my former employer forced you to hear songs, Alison? Mr. Dragotti LOVED karaoke! He didn't love it more than his wife, but still. He enjoyed performing for many hours. At least his voice wasn't atrocious. That was good.''
At least Sasha's mask always hid his rolling eyes during concerts. ''Does Beast notice your lack of enthusiasm, Jubilee?'' he asked. He winced at the memories of Mr. Dragotti punishing him for a variety of reasons. He saw Alison again.
''Mr. Dragotti was creative when it came to punishments, Alison. He would have punished me if I displayed any loss of interest in his karaoke performances. Remember. Mr. Dragotti also had mood swings every now and then. He'll yell one minute and cry uncontrollably the next minute. Mr. Dragotti would not have killed me, but his punishments would have caused me to wish for death. Every minute of ''enjoying'' his karaoke performance was a minute I could never get back.'' |
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