thunder rocked the apartment, flashes of lightning illuminating the walls. it seemed to be pure luck that the power hadn’t gone out yet, though trixie almost would have rathered that as opposed to the constant reminder of whose apartment they were in. mysha had always had this stare, a way of trying to get them to feel bad but failing miserably at it and trixie wasn’t in the mood for another one of her self righteous lectures about what trixie should, would, and could be doing. “ you got any drinks or something ? ” they asked, filling the silence as they looked up from their phone to look at mysha for what seemed like the first time that evening.