You're Always You

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lydia Petrov

"Museums aren't boring." Lydia stated firmly, leaning across the break room table to Sasha. Some of the dancers stayed in their performing clothes in the break room. Lydia preferred to slip on one of her jackets to at least stay semi modest.

Lydia didn't want to worry about something slipping out when she was on break.

The following day, Lydia decided to mention the whole museum thing to Sasha. Once again, Lydia was working back-to-back shifts and was currently between shifts while talking to Sasha. Lydia and Sasha shared a lot of shifts, which would make it difficult for both of them to get a shift off at the same time.

But, Lydia had some connections with the boss. She could beg, most likely. Lydia was prepared to beg Richie for both herself an Sasha.

Lydia hadn't expected Sasha to state that museums are boring and wasn't interested.

"I mean... you can like them all you want," Sasha said with a hum and a nod. "Museums just... aren't my scene, you know? They're just... boring. You look at objects of dead people. Whoop-dee-doo." Sasha said, bringing up another bite of the carrot to her mouth, flailing it about as she was talking.

It was one of the reasons Sasha enjoyed long carrots instead of baby ones - they worked well as a talking stick. Or, something to smack Lydia with when she was excited about something.

"I mean, you read about them, too." Lydia pointed out with a smile. "Talk about their lives, and what not. Sometimes there are videos and demonstrations. It can be cool."

"Boring," Sasha corrected. "If you want to take me somewhere, take me to the mall and ask Harold out for round two. That would be fantastic. I was thinking that I need a new pair of jeans~!"

"Sasha," Lydia scolded, though a soft smile on her lips. "We're not doing that again. That's also not the point. The point of the museum is to spend time with Monica and I as well as learn about new people. Plus, you know I can make anything entertaining."

Sasha gave a frustrated sigh and slouched forward onto the table. "It's not going to be entertaining if your conversations are going to be about dead things. Honestly, the only interesting museum I think I'd find would be like... a spy museum or something. See, that's interesting. I don't care about George Washington or Andrew Hamilton."

"Alexander Hamilton," Lydia corrected, then added, "Did you know there's a new broadway musical out about him? I've been dying to see it. The music is so good-"

"Lydia," Sasha cut her off with a smile. "I'm just not interested about dead people."

"You know, the best way to avoid making mistakes is learning from the past."

"Lydia."

"Okay," Lydia grumbled and leaned forward, crossing her arms. "Then I won't ask Richie for you to have the day off, too. I'll just... talk to him for me."

Sasha nodded her head and gave a content smile. "Sounds like a plan," She told Lydia happily. "We'll just plan something for the two of us and Monica another time. Like, going to the mall." Sasha suggested, though she continued. "How are you and Richie doing? He still being all... all Richie-like?"

Lydia laughed. "What does being Richie-like mean?"

Sasha made a face. "You know what I mean. How have you two been?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Lydia reached forward towards Sasha's snack pack. She tugged out one of Sasha's carrots and waved it about a bit before bringing it up to her lips. "He's been..." Lydia started, though her thoughts jumped to the last time she slept on the couch or when he chucked the remote. Though, he did apologize on both occasions. His anger just... sometimes gets the best of him. "...He's been good." Lydia said with a smile and a nod. "Little upset that Monica is gone." That was an understatement. "But, only because he already has to look for a bunch of new girls for the new building he's buying."