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[indent]At long last, they had arrived to the party. Truly, it hadn’t been [i]that[/i] long. Marshall quite enjoyed his extended day with Trixie and the girls, getting pampered and dolled up. He hadn’t really ever skipped school for a spa day before, but damn, it was pretty nice. Maybe he’d play hooky more often, ‘new year new me’, right? While he wasn’t dressed to kill as much his femme fatale friend was, Marshall made his own outfit work. Black wasn’t his usual color choice, but he matched his girl, and something about the dark mysterious look of the ensemble gave him confidence, and he needed that extra confidence going into tonight. It was all or nothing, baby, he’d made a deal with Trixie and he’d be damned if he wasn’t a man of his word. Marshall would tell Jamie how he felt tonight, he would. He just had to find him first... if he was even [i]at[/i] this party. The not-couple arrived to the doors, where there were two muscular men standing guard. Marshall took note of them, and their muscles, which could be seen even through the suits.

[color=997fdb][b]“Oh wow, that’s a bit extra.”[/b][/color] Marshall remarked without reservation. The day drinking had already loosened his lips and lowered the very few inhibitions he had. Despite his blunt assessment of the security personnel, he happily accepted the tablet to sign himself in. He used his index finger to scroll his name out in in a series of pretty loops and curls before passing the device to Trixie. 

Whilst Marshall waited for his friend to sign her name, like a blonde bat out of hell, Kit rushed over to him in a flurry. She offered him a tiny pressed powder lego-looking thing, explained that it was her favorite flavor, and that Ophelia insisted that Kit give one of them to him. Her words ran together in a rush, and Marsh’s inebriated mind could hardly keep up. Before he could ask her what exactly it was, she was off into the crowd once again. He looked down at the little tab in his palm and then over to Trixie. He shrugged, if Ophelia said he should have one, he’d try it. Ophie was his bestie, he trusted her to not lead him astray. Not too far, at least.

Marshall popped the pill in his mouth… and then what? Was he supposed to swallow it? Chew it? The answer came as soon as it hit his tongue. It was sweet and fruity — it tasted like cherries! He loved it. Marsh turned his gaze to his raven-haired friend now. Trixie was smirking at him, already moving her body to the music the DJ was spinning. Most men would kill for the invitation to dance that the Kingsley kitten was offering him, and all of those men would have to stand in line behind Marshall and wait for an eternity, because they didn’t have a chance in hell. Marsh took her hand and gracefully led the way to the dance floor. 

Beatrix Kingsley, with her best friend at her side, accepted his hand and prowled to the dance floor like she was the songstress Evelyn Harding during the early days of East of Eden. In translation, the amount of ‘sex’ Trixie was able to emanate simply by presenting her essence was strikingly noticeable. Eve was a sex symbol of the symphonic metal and rock scene — still is, even though now she’s a full time mother for Hailey, Henry, and Cyndi Green. 

[color=997fdb][b]“Let’s dance before we go about wooing our boys, shall we? We’ll make the whole boat jealous.”[/b][/color] He smirked and spun her around, letting her put those latina hips to good work. 

[color=15603A][b]“You read my mind.”[/b][/color] Trixie purred. Being a tease was child’s play. 

Their bodies moved in time with both each other, and the beat of the song. Pressed closer than a not-couple had any right to be in one moment, and dramatically separated from each other in the next, they monopolized their own little section of the floor. Marshall was beaming, the troubles of this morning were the furthest thing from his mind now that he was choosing to live in the moment, doing one of the things he loved most with one of the people that he loved most. Life was good.

For Trixie? She was ready to show the world she wasn’t weak or defeated. No. She was reborn. The heart of her femininity was in every subtle movement that she [b]knew[/b] made those that stared [i]crave[/i] her. It was no secret that Trixie was hot. Combine latina spice, Kingsley pride, and a firm decision to not succumb to sadness, Trixie was ready to make her comeback. 

Since she broke up with Owen, she’s done plenty of self reflecting to see that the girl that she was, was [i]scared[/i], and clung to those that made her feel safe, secure, and sexy. 

Owen. Hailey. Ophelia. 

Or was that the alcohol talking? 

As much as people [i]wanted[/i] to touch her, they [i]knew[/i] she was off-limits. Owen would find out. He [i]always[/i] found out, regardless if he was at the party or not. Was he at the party? Trixie, with her femme fatale outfit, teased those around her to madness to prove a point. On the surface, it may seem like she was only having fun with her GBF but she was a woman who multitasked. She was here to get Jamie to see what he was missing out on. 

Marshall was a diamond, baby. 

In addition, she wanted to remind people that she was still a power player. HOT may have crumbled due to lack of communication and her own self avoidance with her cousins, but Trixie felt a new feeling within her and no one, especially the Helmsley Three, would take that away from her. 

Out of all the power players, she was the one who was the most involved with the school. The one who cared about more than her success and happiness. It took her reaching her all time low to see that she wasn’t the evil bitch people assumed she was. The fact that she didn’t want to commit social suicide by disobeying Hailey covered up all her deeds she has done for the school. Jump started Riley’s show. Networked with a decent amount of her classmates so she could refer them to other students for help. Attended every major event, from sports, to theater, to art showcases, all to show her support and help with their club’s growth. Hammered teachers with her venomous words to get points across for the benefit of the school as a whole. She [i]cared[/i]. She knew she cared. And yet the high of being popular made her horribly ugly. 

[i]Not today, Satan.[/i] 

This was the dawn of a new Trixie. The true Trixie. 

Or… this may be the alcohol talking.

As she stood inches away from her best friend, her right hand rested on her slender neck and her glorious bodice swayed to the rhythm of the night. Her hand trailed down her arousing body and her chest popped to the intoxicating bass. Her ravishing hips, her tall legs, her gorgeous dark strands… Trixie was bewitching and her eyes were solely on Marshall as she simpered playfully. She was absolutely elated.  

The two had totally forgotten about the Locke twins beside them, also complimenting their moves with their own. They hadn’t even noticed the two blondes disappear into the crowd, since they were far too distracted with one another. For someone who drank all day, Trixie felt like her balance was on point. At least that’s what she thought. Her drunken state made her dance moves more [i]lewd[/i] than she intended… hehe. Who are we kidding? She was [i]feeling[/i] the music and that was the Espinoza in her! She was shaking what her mama gave her and not regretting a damn thing. 

[color=15603A][b]“The DJ is [i]really[/i] good!”[/b][/color] She shouted over the music so her best friend could hear her. Her body was glistening now with heat and sweat. 

Trixie wasn’t the only one working up a sweat. Marshall had to sneak away from their dance for a moment to ditch his jacket. He would find it again later, maybe. The music and the lights were intense on the dancefloor. Marshall’s movements began to feel a little… blurred. He danced through it, of course, but something felt off. Marsh snapped out of his dazed mental state briefly when Trixie shouted over the music. He looked over to the DJ booth and raised his eyebrows. [color=997fdb][b]“Gorgeous too…”[/b][/color] He mused with a bit of a swoon. [color=997fdb][b]“Gosh, blond boys are such a gift.”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“HEY! What about Jamie? Hmmmmm.”[/b][/color] Trixie teased, internally agreeing that the DJ was a looker. [b]But[/b] she preferred broody brunettes in the form of one man. 

[color=997fdb][b]“What?! He fits in that category too!”[/b][/color] Marshall giggled at being called out like that. Jamie wasn’t just a gift… he was like, the whole holiday. He was fucking Christmas. Marsh turned to face Trixie again and the whole world spun. The lights were really bright. He didn’t remember there being this many colors before, did they turn more on? As he struggled to focus on his friend’s face, something clicked in his brain. [color=997fdb][b]“Oh wow… that wasn’t candy, Pixie. I feel weeiirrdd.”[/b][/color] His dancing slowed a bit as he grabbed her hand more for stability now than for dramatic dance moves.

Holding her friend up (to the best of her capabilities), Trixie pouted, [color=15603A][b]“Do you need me to get you something? I can’t believe Kit drugged you without any warning!”[/b][/color] Not one to indulge in drugs, only alcohol, Trixie felt his head because, for some reason, she thought that would help. 

Having her hand pressed up against his forehead, especially given the difference in their height, made him giggle even more. He tried to bite off the sound to no avail, whatever it was that he took was making him feel silly. It wasn’t bad or anything, it just wasn’t normal. The giggles could not be contained. [color=997fdb][b]“I’m not sick, Mommm. To be honest, I shoudaguessed... Kit doesalotta drugs. She isss the 
warning.”[/b][/color] Marshall’s eyebrows stitched together in concern. He was pretty sure he was slurring his words, but he couldn’t stop that either. He licked his lips, his mouth suddenly felt drier than Nevada’s deserts. [color=997fdb][b]“I’m thirstyyy.”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“Oh my god. I just realized something.”[/b][/color] Truth be told, they both were slurring their words. Trixie paused for a second, having forgotten her train of thought for a moment, before jumping in bafflement. Marshall was still in her hold (what an odd sight). [color=15603A][b]“I GOTTA PEE!”[/b][/color]

Marshall nodded. Yeah, that too. He could use a trip to the restroom too. All of the things, all at once.  [color=997fdb][b]“SAME! Okay… let’s do that. I’mma getsome water, and potty, and see you right after?”[/b][/color]

[color=15603A][b]“Of course! You’re my man for the night and I got-to help you get your man. Okay, okay. I really gotta’ go. See you!”[/b][/color] Trixie ran a random direction, assuming the bathroom was in that direction. Hopefully. Ideally. She had to GO.

[code]They would not see each other for the rest of the night.[/code] 
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