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The music pumping through the club fades as Trinity leads Victoria through the crowd, out the door. The cool air sends a refreshing shiver through Victoria as they continue walking away from the door. They land in the alley, and Trinity reaches into her purse to get the pre-roll she threw in there before they all left.
“You in?” Trinity asks.
“This is like super embarrassing, but I-uh, I’ve never smoked before,” Victoria stumbles out.
“Oh, right, forgot you were a perfect princess until you met me,” Trinity teases.
Blush rushes to Victoria’s cheeks at the nickname princess. She just hopes she can play it off on the alcohol. Becoming friends with Trinity and Dennis felt weird enough before she realized she liked Trinity, which took a bit to figure out, bigger revelations needing to occur first and all. Plus, she had made such a fool of herself with Mateo on her first day that she has sworn to never approach a coworker romantically again. Plus, after Garcia, Trinity has been open about not doing anything with coworkers either.
The last time they went out, Victoria watched as Trinity, who did not remember the latter half the night, made out with a random girl. When the girl left, Trinity made her way back to the group, and she and Victoria danced together for the rest of the night, in a way where Victoria’s heart still races when she thinks about it. After they got back to Trinity and Dennis’ apartment, Dennis was trying to wrangle her into drinking water.
“Trin, you need water, you will thank me in the morning,” he sighs.
“Yeah, yeah, I might be too drunk, but at least I remembered to not kiss my coworker,” she slurred out. Dennis turned to match Victoria’s eyes, both of them unsure how to react. Victoria just hoped she was not blushing too much. “After the shit show that was Garcia, never again.”
Almost positive Trinity did not remember that conversation, none of them ever brought it up again. Victoria was also trying her hardest to act normal to Trinity after that night, not socially confident enough to figure any of that out. Trinity is confident, experienced. She probably does this with all her friends. It probably means nothing.
Victoria blinks the memory away, heat rising throughout her body. Right before they headed outside, the pair of women were dancing the exact same way. Except this time, there was no previous woman, and Trinity was not as drunk.
“I mean, I’ll try it,” Victoria retorts, “you’ll just have to walk me through it.” Okay, she never said she couldn’t flirt, it's harmless, just matching Trinity’s flirty personality. If she squints, she could see blush on Trinity’s face, but she writes it off as the alcohol.
“I can absolutely walk you through it,” Trinity smirks, shooting the words right back. If she is looking for a reaction, she sure gets it when Victoria’s face somehow grows redder.
“Do you want me to talk through it first, or do you want to watch me first?” Trinity asks, winking.
Victoria blinks, stunned by Trinity’s bluntness. “Um-uh, talk then show,” she stumbles out.
“Ok, you’re gonna lift it up to your mouth, then light, and as you light it make sure to breathe in. Then you take a bigger, deeper breath- really feel the breath in your stomach- then breathe back out.” She turns to make eye contact, “Understand?”
“I think so.”
“Good girl, now watch,” Trinity slowly goes through the process, turns to Victoria, steps closer, then passes Victoria the joint. She takes her first hit, Trinity’s words replaying in her head the entire time. Maybe if she does it well, she'll get more praise. She releases the smoke back into the air, coughing slightly.
“Wow, Crash, you really are a prodigy. Quick to learn anything.” Trinity teases with a smile. The two women pass the joint between them, continuing their banter back and forth, slowly getting closer and closer.
As they finish the joint, Victoria feels the need to be real for a minute. Not sure if it's due to the alcohol and weed mixing, or the (lack of) space between them.
“I really appreciate you and Dennis taking me in,” she blurts out, "it's nice to have real friends. I know you and I got off to a rocky start, but you guys don’t just look out for me, you’ve helped me so much.”
“Well, that’s what friends are for,” Trinity grabs Victoria’s shoulder, then guides her hand down her arm. Trinity leans in closer, and Victoria realizes just how close they are to each other. Victoria’s neck raised ever so slightly, Trinity’s at a low angle, head tilted so their noses don’t hit. Lips practically touching. To anyone walking by, they probably think the two women are kissing.
“Trin,” Victoria whispers, “what are we doing?”
“Well, Crash, we’re just talking very closely,” Trinity says back, not moving an inch.
“Good, because,” Victoria takes a breath to center herself. The smell of alcohol and weed on their breaths fails to distract from Trinity’s eyes and lips, “cause, we both have our no coworkers thing.”
“Yeah, exactly,” Trinity glances down to Victoria’s lips, then meets her eyes, “it would be a bad idea.”
“Mhm-hmm, yeah, exactly. A mistake” Victoria says, maintaining eye contact, “we should probably head back inside.”
“Well, Crash,” Trinity says, still not moving, not blinking. Almost like any changes would snap them away from each other, “lead the way.”
With that, Trinity steps away. Victoria feels like she walked into a freezer, cold air plunging into the newly opened space, replacing all the heat that was between them. She takes a shaky deep breath, then grabs Trinity’s hand to head back into the club.