Sasha pushed her feet back and the wooden chair she was sitting on up-ended to two legs so she could dip her head around the wall and give a curious glance-over at the door. Ricky stood there, shirtless and talking to some hot little thing. Sasha almst regretted ignoring the door, but she had been too busy applying a new coat of red nailpolish to her toes to match her fingers. She shifted her weight and the chair resettled on the floor with a thump.<br/><br/>"Sure sweetie, come on in," Sasha said while standing up. She moved into the hallways so Traci could put a face to the voice. Sasha was wearing a white sundress that clung suggestivly to her body. Unfortunately it was old and there were dingy spots that could no longer be washed out. A glance to Ricky was all the younger sister needed to see that this girl was a keeper- not that she blamed him; Traci was hot.<br/><br/>"Lemonade or Sweet Tea do you fine?" she asked, beckoning the birthday girl further into the house and around her brother to the kitchen.