We Rose Up Slowly

Chapter Fourteen

"So we don't have to pay for anything?"

"Pretty much," Trixie said, a bit cocky. "If they know me yeah."

"I think I'm starting to like this whole you being a bit famous thing."

"Bit famous?" Trixie gasped and Katya smiled. "Bitch."

Katya and Trixie walked on the chilly streets, Katya could tell Trixie was lying about being warm from the way her jaw moved. She would give her coat to Trixie, but she won't be able to handle the backlash from Bob if she does. She was tempted to bring Trixie closer to her, and let her body heat take care of it, but that was way too intimate for them, at least for sober them. Katya was surprised when she felt her hand being taken by a way colder one and dragged faster through the streets.

"Here! Come on!" Trixie looked back at her with a smile, and Katya followed her. "Everyone knows me at this club."

"So this is where they let you in when you were underage," Katya said as the bodyguard let them in without any doubt.

"Shut up! They're gonna kick us out," Trixie pretended to be mad as she whisper-screamed at Katya with a grin.

Katya had never been to this club, it was fancy, fancier than any club she's ever been in. The lights were clearly expensive from all the patterns and colors that were flashing. There were two floors, the second one was like a huge balcony, a VIP section likely since Trixie was guiding her that way. Trixie was waving at people right and left, some people were even snapping pictures. Katya would awkwardly wave and smile at everyone while hoping they got to wherever Trixie wanted to be soon. Once they got to the second floor, Trixie finally looked back at Katya, who desperately wanted a drink, so they headed to the bar.

"The VIP section has its own bar, it's great." Trixie smiled as she walked next to Katya.

"Hey," Katya leaned over the bar, resting on her elbows. "Could I get a vodka soda please?"

"Make that two, please!" Trixie said from the side.

As the bartender made the drinks, Katya took her wallet out of her purse, but she was stopped by a manicured hand.

"They're free, Kat," Trixie said and saw Katya's face go from surprised to amazed to extremely excited.

"Okay, I really love this famous thing." Katya grabbed their drinks and gave one to Trixie. "Cheers?"

"Cheers!"

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Trixie was sipping her third vodka soda as she waited for Katya to finish her second one.

"You're so slow with it!" Trixie complained, confused when Katya laughed. "What!"

"Nothing, Barbie," Katya swallowed the very last drop of her drink. "At least I have a better tolerance than you."

"I can get drunk faster than you," Trixie argued as they walked to the bar once again.

"Vodka soda please!" Katya said over the loud music

"I don't see being lightweight as something bad," Katya looked at her drink being made. "You should stop shaming me for getting easily drunk."

"You want me to get drunk?" Katya grabbed her drink. "Bet," She threw a challenging look before downing her whole drink.

"Bet," Trixie downed her drink as well, quickly ordering another one for the both of them.

They sipped their drinks as they walked to the balcony, holding hands while their hips moved from side to side. Both of them had quickly lost most anxiety in their body and mind, not letting go of each other since their first glass was empty. Trixie was being much more inviting and Katya was being much more affectionate, holding Trixie tightly as they squeezed between sweaty guys. Katya tried to ignore the jealousy rising in her chest any time a man would come near Trixie in an attempt to make a move, but that feeling quickly deflated as she saw Trixie reject them.