Lexi was sitting at the bar, a vodka white in front of her. She was in a good mood. She had connected with Olivia, who hadn't even met up with their father yet. She was the only sister she had now. The fact that they had different mothers didn't matter to Lexi at all at this point.
"When are you meeting with her then?" Joseph asked her. Sometimes he wondered why so many people told them all the things that went on in their lives.
"Probably on Friday once she's finished school for the weekend," The blonde told him.
"Are you bringing Ian or is it just yourself?"
"I'm not sure yet," She hummed, "I mean, he's had two months to get in touch with her and he hasn't, I don't know if I should get to know her properly first or give him a chance to do that, or whether the three of us should just meet up together. I don't know, what do you think?"
"I'm afraid I've never had any secret half-sisters appear in my life, Lexi," He wanted to laugh, there was no sign on the premises that indicated that he could give out advice to those who came in to buy their pints.
"Yeah, you're right sorry," Lexi chuckled, "This is all just a bit of a clusterfuck. I guess if Dad wants to come along, he can," She nodded, satisfied that she had come to a decision. Then the doors opened and Trixie stumbled in.
"Well, there you are," Joseph greeted her.
"Here's me," She said, arms up in announcement of her arrival. She went past the bar, towards the wall behind the pool table. That's where the jukebox was. Using whatever coinage she had, she flicked on a song that had her dancing by herself once again, this time in a more or less empty pub.
"How's the Witching Hour?" Lexi asked, amused by Trixie's typical behavior.
"Oh fab until-"
"Until the emo crap came on," She finished for her, "Yeah, I remember all your complaints from our days in school,"
"I'll go back in a bit, just to be sure that part of the evening is over," The swaying girl said, smirking at Lexi's comments. It was funny because it was so very true.
"Well, I just remember not having a clue what the difference between goth and emo was," Peter spoke up from the booth where he sat with his father and brother, "And every time I'd bring it up on purpose because I knew how mad it made you,"
"Oh yeah, I remember that one time you called her a scene kid," Lexi burst into a fit of giggles.
"Oh I nearly strangled you," Trixie let out a chuckle at the memory.
"You did try to," Peter said, still laughing.
"It seems so long ago now," Trixie sighed.
"Jesus Christ," Dick started, "You're all nineteen, you were still in school together this time last year, for God's sake. It's not like you're my age,"
"On that note, it's time we went," Victor finished off his drink and stepped out of the booth, "It's after midnight, come on,"
"Since when are you the responsible one?" Peter chortled, downing his drink too.
"What? And you thought you ever were?" Victor grinned.
"Shut up," The brothers laughed and took their leave, saying goodnight to the pub and all its clientele they could see, taking their father with them. As they walked through the doors, Lexi finished her own drink and joined Trixie for a short, but fun, dance around the wooden floor.
"I better go too," Lexi checked her phone for the time, even if Victor had just said the time mere minutes beforehand, whatever amount of alcohol she had drank had caused her to forget that information, "I'm probably meeting my Dad tomorrow and I want to look less hungover than him," She laughed at her own joke, retrieved her jacket from the bar stool where she was perched for the best part of the evening, "See you tomorrow, I'd say,"
"See you, Lexi," Joseph said as she went through the doors.
"I thought Spike would be here tonight," Trixie spoke after a moment of quiet,"
"He is," Joseph sighed. He knew this was coming, "He's upstairs with Bradley,"
"Oh?" The girl stopped whatever swaying dance she was doing and went out the back to find the staircase that lead to the lounge area of the pub.
"It's about time you joined us, Trix," Spike looked at her from one of the tables.
"Gentlemen," She sat down facing the both of them, nearer to the stairs, just in case she wanted to leave. Or escape.
"What do you think we should do?" Bradley asked her.
"We? This was never my problem," She laughed, "The whole town knew I was there that night. I was a whore for fuck's sake,"
"Okay okay, no need to be mean," Spike rolled his eyes, "What do you think the two of us should do?" He gestured to himself and Bradley.
"Stop acting guilty," She simply shrugged.
"What?"
"You've been sneaking around and whispering secrets to each other since Britney's tragic decision," Trixie pointed out exactly what everyone else they knew had been saying about them, "You're both acting like you're involved, and you are, so I'd stop that if you don't want people asking questions,"
"But we could be in serious trouble, Trixie," Spike argued.
"Yeah well you should've thought about that before you thought it was a good idea to sleep with two under aged teenagers," She shrugged, "Who are both dead now by the way, so if you keep going on like this, it's not really not looking good for you two,"
"And it's not awful for you?" Spike furrowed his brows, "You're a drug dealer,"
"No, I'm not. I've been selling washing up powder, what Thomas does with it in his spare time is of no concern of mine," She was too calm for such a complex and tricky situation.
"So, you're not involved with the MDMA stuff then?" Bradley looked at, warily.
"Not at all," She paused then looked at Spike, "But he is,"
"What?" He glowered at her.
"Come on," She smirked, "You've made fun of Victor for being the stoner when you're the real junkie,"
"I just bought some off her a few times," She spluttered.
"Ah ah ah," She began to smile, "Who's this her then?"
"It was Britney...," Bradley didn't know who to look at between the both of them, "...Wasn't it?"
"You didn't know?" Trixie laughed at him, even if she wasn't 100% sure either.
"You're not going to come out of this looking good, Patricia," Spike ground his teeth together.
"Well, thanks for the heads up," She said after a second of collecting herself, "Anyways, I don't know where they both got the supplies to start dealing but someone was giving them drugs to sell,"
"Both? Are you saying Fiona sold MDMA too?"
"My God! And I thought you had dated her," She laughed again, "Herself and Britney just wanted some extra pocket money. I would've handed out CVs instead but each to their own,"
"Says the ex-prostitute," Spike began to smirk.
"Well, people should learn from my mistakes," She got up from the table and got ready to head for the staircase, "And if you ever call me Patricia again, the next cigarette I light is going straight in your eye, Edward,"
