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Bartending @ the Winchester Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays

[Dated December 3rd, 2011]Trixa... hadn't really been fond of Victorian times the first time around. Too much hypocrisy, too much hiding behind facades. Granted, it made her job as a trickster dead simple. Victorian men and women, especially in London, had been so fond of their stature that they'd sacrifice anything just to keep it. Image was ( Read more... )

She didn't want to say she'd planned things perfectly because no matter how much you plan, how much you know, things still go wrong. Still, her hut was clean, the jeans were tight, the top was cut low and the wine was some of the best she'd snagged from Rapture. But she didn't bother with the candles, she had limits and that was one cliche too far ( Read more... )

[Dated October 12th]Trixa's Mama had told her a lot of things over the thousands of years she'd been alive. One of which was pick your battles and second to that, pick your battlegrounds. Tonight, Trixa was doing both. By now, she knew just about the whole story - Kate got bored and angry, Kate went on a little thieving jaunt. Trixa could respect ( Read more... )

[Dated September 28th, 2011]

CRASHKicking the chair didn't help, in fact, with the way her toe throbbed, it had been a pretty shitty idea to begin with but she just didn't care at this point. Looking around her small kitchen, she surveyed the wreckage. Cupboards were opened, contents pushed aside, in some cases removed entirely. Furniture had been ( Read more... )

[September 17th, 2011]This entire weekend was amusing. While she knew intellectually that some people had to have gotten the short end of the island's most recent stick, she couldn't help but be pleased with her portion of it. Just to be able to hit the mute button on people, for even a little while, was doing wonders for her temper. She was almost ( Read more... )

Back in Vegas, waaaaaay off the strip, there's a dive bar. Actually, dive might be generous, considering the clientele consisted of alcoholics, alcoholics, and possibly alcoholic bums. The wood on the floor is that dark, glowing wood that bespoke of decades of mops and buckets and sawdust, cleaned up vomit, blood and a hundred other things that ( Read more... )

[Dated 2-23-11]Trixa had never worshiped the sun the way her brother did, but then he'd always been the odd duck of the family. In truth, she'd never really given the beach life a second thought, unless she was visiting Kimano - and then only to resign herself to the fact that she'd be sleeping on the sand unless she made other plans. Room service ( Read more... )