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Trixie raises their hand, signaling the bartender over.
“Another vodka cranberry please.”
The tender slides it across the smooth dark oak bar. Sliding perfectly into Trixies palm. In which she immediately lifts it to her pink painted lips. Their eyes closing as the sharp beverage slides down her throat. She doesn’t wince, their senses long immune to the sting the alcohol pulls.
The bartender looks over at Katya, his eyes saying all there is to be asked. Do you want a drink? Months before, she would’ve said yes. Oh trust me, she would’ve said yes the first chance she got. But Katya glances over at Trixie, who seems to be smiling at nothing but her. And her body fills with warmth, that feeling is worth not drinking for. Her sobriety coin being flipped between her fingers.
“I’ll take a virgin seltzer.”
“So Katya” Trixies lips relax, the words pooling out like melted butter, her eyes are hazy. The part she loves about alcohol, the buzzing, slowly washes over them.
“Hm?” Katya swallows a smile, seeing Trixie relaxed is like a high. Almost better than any drug.
“How are you so hot” She hisses, lifting the pinkish drink again.
Katya laughs.
“Okay. Time to get you home.” She swallows the rest of her virgin seltzer and begins putting her and Trixies things in her bag.
“But Kattttttt” Trixie whines
“I wanna dance! Let's go dance Katy!” The endearing nickname that only slips out when Trixies mind is slick with liquor.
“Trix, we can dance tomorrow, let's go home.”
“Noooooo” Trixie grabs Katya's hand, pulling her off of the bar stool and toward the center of the club floor.
“Katya, I love you.” The music pulses around them, the smell of weed and beer fogs the room.
“You’re drunk.”
“I am. But I still love you even when I’m sober.” Trixies lips turn upward, and she leans into Katya, kissing her gently on the lips.
Finally, Katya got Trixie out of the club where the music made your head hurt and the smell clogged your senses.
Trixies hand searched for Katyas as they walked side by side, their heels clicking against the pavement. Finally, grasping onto it, tightly, as if at any moment Katya would slip away from her. If only Trixie knew that Katya wasn’t planning on slipping away again, back into the dark world of high. Trixie was a high that no other drug could even stand a chance against.
Trixie stumbled along, the alcohol had basically gone straight to her legs.
Trixie pulled Katya to a stop. Katya glanced toward Trixie and then to her car which only a mere ten feet away.
“Katya.” Their voice was soft and raspy from the dancing.
“Trixie.”
Trixies eyes were soft and laxed, their eyelashes falling heavily, leaving the illusion that her eyes were closed.
She leaned forward, her lips perfectly fitting into Katyas, like a jigsaw puzzle. Katya knew that Trixie hated getting her red lipstick on her own pink lips, but she also knew that when it came to kisses, Trixie wasn’t one to let lip color get in the way.
Her arms wrapping around Katyas waist, pulling her into a hug.
One of the reasons Katya liked taking Trixie out was because when Trixie had even a drop of alcohol, all she wanted was hugs and kisses, and all Katya wanted was to hug and kiss her.
Katya is not an affectionate person, but when it comes to Trixie…
“Come on T. Let’s get you home.” Katya's arms drop from Trixies shoulders. But Trixie refuses to unburrow her face from the nook of Katya's neck, where it smelt like cigarettes and vanilla. Where it smelt like Katya.
“Trixie.” Katya pulls away from Trixies warm grasp, cradling her jaw with her hands.
Trixie frowns.
“Let’s go home.”
“Fine. Trixie huffs, quickly stealing a kiss before waltzing (stumbling) toward Katya's car.
Katya smiles toward her girlfriend who was (im)patiently waiting by her car.
“I love you Trixie Mattel.” Katya grins.