Tasha Blackwell
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2019
- Messages
- 285
- Reaction score
- 45
She had been in denial over how much time she spent here, but she always made some excuse to do so. Last time it was because her ‘speeder driver’ was late in picking her up. The time before that she more or less faked being slightly sick as an excuse to stick around longer and get a kick out of seeing Gil fret a little. This time, however, she ran out of excuses and didn’t even bother.
Tasha would return to work early the next morning, but for now she hung out on Gil’s couch and had the Holonet playing the Emeperor In Paradise. She could perhaps make the excuse that she didn’t have good connection at home and couldn’t stream shows? Yeah right. She owned several homes at this point, but she frequented this place often. Tasha had arrived here on the pretense of work discussions and the plan for their new factories. Of course, things progressed as they often did and she found herself here hours later.
“I’m bummed they voted the Mando off,” Tasha said as she reached for a bag of snacks. Her feet were curled underneath her on the couch, and she looked as comfortable and at home as could be (though she’d never admit it). Yellow eyes were fixated on the Holo, her hair still messily falling at her shoulders. Tasha had re-applied her makeup, of course. It would be a while before she kicked that habit.
“What do you think?” She tilted her head to look at Gil. Tasha had a serious look on her face. This was a topic of utmost importance. The fact that she had scoffed and trashed the concept of the show to high heavens just two weeks prior was forgotten.