darker_london | Tasha / Slink - Bonding

Tasha pottered about her room, getting her Zim DVDs together and also attempting to find some respectable amount of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages. Non-alchoholic cos, you know, she might want to mix her drinks or something.

It'd be nice to have company. Life could get pretty lonely without Renee and the boys. Not that Pierre would give her the time of day any more. Not that she'd want him to, either, but still.

Once she'd gotten everything prepared, there was a knock on the door. Perfect timing. She wandered downstairs and gave Slink a geniune smile as she opened the door. "Hey, you. I'm glad you could come by. Come in."

Stephie stepped into the house and grinned at Tasha. "Yeah well, a girl's gotta have some time off from saving the world."

"Saving the world?" Tasha echoed. "You have been busy. If you're going to be playing the hero, I guess that means I can't share my plans for world domination with you," she smirked. "Well, hero or no, you could probably use a drink or something. What can I get you?"

"You mean you haven't already dominated the world?" Stephie asked, feigning great surprise. "I'm disappointed. But I will have a drink, what've you got?"

"Anything and everything," Tasha grinned. "At least, of the caffeinated or alcoholic variety. Coffee and vodka are the house specials, though," she winked. "We don't generally take them at the same time, but I am always open to experimentation..."

"Vodka and coffee... that sounds intriguingly gross and I'm totally up for it you are."

"You are fun!" Tasha smiled, and dashed upstairs to retrieve one of her many bottles of vodka. She decided on a mid-range brand... cheap vodka would taste like shit no matter what, but she didn't want to waste something expensive on an experiment that could easily turn out... unappealing, to say the least.

So it was with a three-quarters full bottle of Smirnoff that she returned a few moments later, grinning from ear to ear. "Let the madness begin! All we need is for one of us to have a humped back and be named Igor..."

"Bags not," Stephie said, "You're paler, you be the Igor. Where's your kitchen, minion?"

Tasha smirked and hunkered down as if she were a hunchback. "This way, master," she said with a raspy voice, and hobbled through to the well-appointed kitchen.

"Master can choose whatever coffee master wants," she added, indicating the vast array of local and international roasts. The Stukov-Baudrillards were apparently great coffee afficianadoes. Tasha straightened from her position and rubbed her back. "Ow," she chuckled at her own silliness.