trinity hadn’t even meant to get so drunk but she isn’t working tomorrow anyway so it doesn’t matter. it beats sitting at home alone and moping.
the bartender cuts her off at some point a little after midnight and she stumbles into the cold air, she means to order an uber but friday night has the prices skyrocketing and she’d rather fucking walk home then pay that much
she decides to call crash because she’s been designated driver for the med student a few times since she turned 21. she likes to store up material to tease javadi with each time, and she genuinely doesn’t mind being woken up if it means the other woman gets home safe or crashes at hers.
the phone to her ear rings for a long while before a voice that decidedly isn’t crash’s comes through, groggy with sleep.
‘santos? what do you want?’
‘you’re not crash.’ trinity states a little dumbly, god her head feels heavy now she’s been stood upright in the cold air for a bit.
‘no, i’m not. did you mean to call her?’
‘need her t’pick me up, her turn to play taxi’ she slurs.
there’s the muffled sounds of a conversation on the other end that trinity doesn’t really have the ability to focus on right now. the street ahead of her swimming a bit too much to be considered pleasant.
‘where are you santos? i’ll come and get you.’
she must mumble out her location unthinkingly because the line goes dead and she drops her hand down from her ear, phone hanging loosely in it. eyes fluttering shut, she feels a bit more pleasantly drunk like this, with one sense cut off. easier for time to slip past her unflinchingly
which is exactly how cassie finds her as she pulls up to the curb, hops out the car and hurries over to the younger woman.
trinity opens her eyes, blinks owlishly at her and then asks ‘why are you here, i thought you were sober?’
cassie snorts at the question, ‘i’m here because you called me.’
‘nuh uh, i called crash.’ trinity says, even as she lets cassie take her by the arm and guide her towards the car.
‘i promise you that you didn’t. you can check your call history in the morning.’ opening the back door and helping santos in before jogging round to climb back into the driver’s seat, just in time to hear santos tell her in a loud whisper.
‘mckay’ trinity says a little worriedly, as if cassie was unaware, ‘there’s a dana back here.’
‘christ kid, how much have you had, you just watched me buckle you in.’ dana asks from next to her, doesn’t wait for an answer as she’s encouraging trinity to hold onto a bowl she’s placed on her lap. ‘if you’re gonna puke, you puke in there.’
‘i definitely didn’t call you.’ trinity tells the nurse.
‘no but you woke cassie up and that wakes me up. so now you’ve got both of us.’
trinity looks between dana who has very clearly rolled out of bed and thrown an oversized sweater over the top of her pjs and cassie who is mumbling to herself about shitty drivers.
‘that makes it sound like you share a bed.’ is what eventually leaves her mouth.
‘santos, you do know dana and I are together, don’t you?’ cassie asks from up front, glancing back when she stops at a red light.
trinity either doesn’t hear her or doesn’t have the faculties to comprehend what’s been said and is already half way to sleep, head drooping over the bowl she’s wrapped her arms around.
‘fucking hell, she’s not gonna remember a word of this.’ dana muses, leaning over to gather up trinity’s hair and tie it back for her as a precaution.
‘nope. maybe she’ll figure it out when she wakes up in the home we both live in.’
trinity does in fact figure it out, when she wakes up in a room she doesn’t recognise and cautiously pads downstairs to see cassie encouraging dana to dance with her in the kitchen.
she also discovers that she sent a series of drunk messages to Javadi about how lovely she thinks her face is and is so mortified that she asks Dana and Cassie if they’ll help her fake her own death
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