i am a massive deal

     If there was one thing Trixie hated more than night clubs was feeling suffocated in a place that was supposed to be like a second home to her. Against her better judgement, she had forced herself out of her downtown apartment and into the heart of it. Though she spent most of her time hanging by the door. She’d just talked herself out staying when the other had bumped into her. As he was trying to force himself to go in she was gladly leaving. She’d stumbled back a bit surprised but was able to get her footing in the end --- he didn’t have the same luck however. Her face contorted into a grimace as she stood over him, hands out i front of her as she wasn’t entirely sure if wanted help or not. “That sounded like it hurt...--- are you okay? How much have you had to drink?”

     “Did you get dumped or something? I always thought love got in the way of success.” It slipped out before she could stop it. Something she had grown accustomed to while in rehab. It was important to say what was on your mind there, she forgot that it didn’t extend outside the treatment center’s doors. “Oh my god I’m sorry. That was so rude.” She tried, not necessarily embarrassed but uncertain about how a potential friend would react. “I definitely insist, especially after that.” She urged as she walked into the bar, taking in how quaint it was as opposed to what she was use to. 

     “And here I was thinking I had a fast tracked mind.” She commented after hearing not even yoga could calm her mind. “So maybe not yoga, but you definitely need something to slow you down, slow your mind down. Do you have anything you do for fun?”

     “Hallmark movies are absolutely their own category.” Trixie was quick to agree with a soft laugh, though her ears do perk up at the sound of New York. Her heart yearning to be back home, walking the streets she could explore a million times and still find something new to love. “I can’t imagine anyone not making it in New York, the literal city of dreams? That is a story I have to hear. I only get to go back a week or so out of every month but the second i’m on the plane to come here I want to leap off to go back.” She explained as she gathered her purse, happy to have someone to share a NYC experience with but also someone who didn’t think the no-alcohol thing wasn’t weird. “Sounds like a plan to me --- drinks on me, since you seem to need it today.”

     “Yeah, that’s the whole point of yoga. I understand the fast paced, so much to do so little time mentality, but don’t knock it till you try it. I once had a 72 hour study block with hardly any sleep and the only thing that saved me was yoga.”

     Being from New York she’d heard her fair share of oddball statements or declarations, this one, however, was more sad than it was strange. “...--- Are you lonely? You sound lonely.” She started as she eyed him with curiosity. “Y’know, they have those dating apps now, even ones made for just making friends I think...--- I’m sure there are clubs in this town too. We can definitely find you something.”

     “It sounds like what you need is a yoga class, some lemon-mint tea, and a bubble bath. Maybe a sage cleanse, your aura is all out of whack. Bursting with negativity. Mornings like that will continue to be common unless you can center your peace.”

     Trixie was usually so thorough when it came to checking the weather --- she liked to be prepared for anything. But today was not her day. With a late start in the morning, her favorite breakfast bagel being sold out, and now she was stranded beneath creaky roof as water poured down waiting for her glorified babysitter to come and get her. The sound of someone beside her startled her and she let out a small yelp before clearing her throat. “I think the grey clouds might have been an indicator.” She commented feeling like an idiot for not recognizing them sooner. “But you’re right, it really didn’t give anyone a chance to take cover.” She frowned looking down at her shoes --- a pretty pink leather with her diamond embellished hearts on the toes. “These are limited edition.” She whined as she looked over to him.

     “Sounds more like the beginning of an averagely written romantic comedy so maybe things will start looking up for you eventually. Or you could always hit the reset button, start over somewhere new where no one knows your name or something else coming of age like that...--- I don’t drink, but I’m all for a mocktail.”

     The other had moved so silently, Trixie had barely recognized the body next to her until Lysa spoke.Shoulders jolting as a physical indication of her shock, but she’s soon to clear her throat and act as if nothing happened. “That’s a very beautiful gown, yes.” She commented in response, assuming she was talking about the very dress she was adorning. Trixie didn’t blame her for it. If she wore wearing what Lysa was, she’d gawk about it too. “I’ve been eyeing the trio that came as Heathers.” She offered with a small smile as she pointed in their direction. “Nothing like a group costume gone right.”

     “Wouldn’t really trying be getting a job at a bakery shop? I mean the cooking bit is a great start, but if you really want to get in the head of someone working a particular occupation the best way is to work that occupation. Get to know what filling orders, or boxing creations is like. Interaction with customers, cleaning up after close, preparing for opening. May not seem important but all very crucial acts to getting into the head of a character. But that’s just my unsolicited advice. Oh! And no thank you. I’m sure they’re great, but my nutritionist would actually have my head on a platter if I slip up.” 

     “Just a bit. Though, those who lead with their heart are more prone to have these moments. Better to recognize it early on y’know?” She offered with a shrug of her shoulders. “I usually am. Again, you’ve recognized it so no need to feel stupid. See. He’ll disappear into obscurity, and you’ll move on and have the capabilities to do great things if you choose to. if you believe you can. Only person stopping you is yourself.”

     Trixie was absolutely going to need a detox smoothie after this. A pink should calm the nerves she felt being set on edge. Plus the green ones tasted like grass. With the sounds coming from the other, she couldn’t help but look around at the attention she was causing; though with one cold glare from her they all seemed to scurry away. Typically, she loved attention. However, she could remember the night of her panic attack. All those eyes on her as she cried, and descended into the worst parts of her. The last thing she thought this woman needed was people standing around gawking. Though she’s still unable to stop her her features from turning up in disgust as she took the other’s hand to help her up. Why was her hand so wet? It was an obvious answer, so Trixie worked quickly to correct her features, but the moment her hand is dropped she’s combing through her purse for a wet wipe. In the process handing another, very needed, tissue to her. Hoping the crying would be calming down soon. “You did, but I’m fine.” She responded as she scrubbed away at her hand, taking the over used tissue from her hand to toss both the wet wipe, and the used tissue out as they walked out the door. “Bet we’ll feel even better with some tea in our system. Some herbal tea, with dry fruits and potent leaves for you. Also, don’t apologize. You didn’t wrong me, and I’m helping you because I want to.” To her own surprise, those words were true.

     “I prefer crochet plushies, but --- he’s cute too. Do you collect them or something?”