In which Trixie Holloway only ever wanted to have a good time, and Damon Albarn just couldn't help himself.
The wild nights, of the Party Professor and the Slutty Superstar, led to an academic in the newspaper for all the wrong reasons. Battling the...
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Neither Trixie nor Damon could handle the drugs they'd taken - the both of them usually only acted up this much on their benders, and not on a random weekday in the depths of winter. Damon seemed to hold his own slightly better than she did though, successfully wrangling them a taxi whilst simultaneously holding Trixie's hand as she tottered along the kerb as if it was a balance beam.
A taxi pulled up beside them.
When she'd tiptoed as far as their extended arms would allow her, she span on her foot and cheered into the night, Damon joining in and shaking his fist as he hollered with her. She jumped into him, open mouthed kisses were laid on his neck, Trixie's cold hands making him gasp as they slipped underneath his shirt and up his back.
She was giggling girlishly as Damon opened the door to the cab and stepped in; she was crawling all over him, and whilst he didn't mind the attention it did make it slightly difficult to settle down. Trixie was pawing at him like an attention starved cat.
Giving the cab driver his address, he leaned back, watching as Trixie stared at the passing lights, mesmerised by the sparkling sight but still mindlessly toying with his fingers that rested on the slip of the leather seat beneath them. Going home together suddenly seemed all too real to Trixie, so instead she subconsciously reverted to pretending it wasn't happening. "Trix," She hummed in response. "I know you from somewhere. I can't stop thinking about it."
Trix reluctantly turned to him, wanting to see more of the world outside. She should've been thankful from what was happening right now, thankful for the young man she'd met, but she wasn't - and she never would be.
"Your friend," It sounded bitter but she leaned against the headrest so she could stare into his eyes, "The one that I might have, accidentally, you know, sort of threatened."
He smiled at her; tracing her face with his eyes in humour. He'd been lucky. Lucky in meeting her, lucky in going home with her, and lucky that she'd even given him the time of day.
"He smacked my arse on Halloween. So I returned the favour, and smacked him in his pretty face."
The penny dropped.
"So that's where I know you from." He breathed as if it was obvious, tutting at himself for being so foolish. "What?" She giggled cluelessly. "You've been driving me mental all night! Of course that's where I know you from." "Oh right, yeah, I'm the bird that twatted him."
Damon laughed outlandishly as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard, he then cupped her cheek in adoration.
Damon laughed like a dog barked.
"I don't want to be insensitive; he's a git for that, but this is brilliant." "What is? Damon, why's it so funny?" Trix childishly pouted, is he laughing at me? "That night, Halloween," He nodded, "I told Alex - the git - that I fancied this girl. She was incredibly beautiful, and wore this starfish, bikini top because she'd gone as the Little Mermaid. My favourite thing though, was her ruby red hair, and I just couldn't get it off my mind." He cooed, obviously flirting as he moved his hand into her hair, but Trixie found herself crumbling when his eyes stayed fixed on the strand of hair he was gently twirling between his fingers.
