for legal reasons, Trish is 18 in this
Trish Una worked for a local bar in the Rome area. She was no stranger to the limelight. Every day of her life, she sang a random tune or a popular song. The thing is, she sung all her life. It was her dream to become Italy's superstar, maybe even the world.
Soon after she dropped off Narancia, her roommate near downtown, Trish drove all the way down to Venice. Napoli to Rome was a lengthy drive, but she didn't really mind. Italy was beautiful, especially at night. She enjoyed watching tourists go to dimly lit restaurants, and little market areas. It was a relaxing sight.
After quite an amount of driving, Trish arrived at her job. The bartender, Guido Mista, called out, "EYY! The birthday girl!" and the whole bar cheered. She almost forgot her own birthday, since she had been designing dresses for her online store. Trish never told Narancia about her birthday, since she doesn't really like it when people give to her against their own will. She usually enjoyed expensive things, but it hurt her a bit when friends spend so much on her. Trish greatly preferred giving than receiving. Actually, she liked both equally.
Sitting at the bar, Mista set up her favorite drink, a playful expression on the bartenders face. She took a sip. The drink tasted sweet, with a hint of sour somewhere. Mista noticed her altered expression. "You like? Its your fav, but with a hint of spice. I'm trying to explore a few new styles of drinks,"
Trish hummed in satisfaction. "It's pretty good. Can I get another round?" Mista swiftly made another beverage.
After he served a few more drinks, the bar was quite tame. People conversed while a band played on the stage. The bartender took this opportunity to mess with the girl. He gave a sly smirk, "So," he made his voice deep, "What'd you do today, bday baby?" The voice took Trish off guard, so she choked on her drink for a second. Luckily, they both laughed it off.
"Just designed a few dresses , hanging in there, yanno?" Another sip. The two chatted a bit more. Every now and then, she notice Mista's face flush up, especially when he laughed. Trish wasn't really "on the hunt", but she found it kind of cute.
After a strange conversation about dogs, the boy pulled out a small box, it was a light cream color with pink roses on the side. While she opened it, Mista began to ramble ,"This is a random thing I found in the market, but really did remind me of you, I understand if-"
"I love it."
Inside was a small knitted doll, with pink ponytails with circle elastic type things. It wore a baby blue tank top with roses on the straps, which matched with the roses on the navy blue skirt. The doll wore purple leg warmers with darker purple shoesm Trish smiled softly. She did notice it was a bit cheap, but the thought was all that matters, really.
Mista was blushing up a storm. Her smile made his heartbeat run a mile a minute. "Hey, not to interrupt the moment, but I kind of wanna ask you something, just, come with me," the bartender led Trish to an area near the bathroom.
"But the bar-"
"I'll just say I was going to the bathroom, it's aight." Mista then held both of her hands, a light blush filling the twos faces. "Ive been, seeing you for quite a bit now," his tone was way more serious than his usual self. This made Trish more alert. "I just thought this might be the right time,"
"Mista..." she stroked his cheek. They then stared at eachother. Not in an awkward way, just, examining eachother. Trish looked deeply into the bartenders eyes and leaned in, in which Mista happily accepted her lips. Just before they can close the gap-
"And now, Welcoming to the stage, Trishh Unaa!"
The announcers voice bellowed throughout the bar. "Welp, looks like we'll have to do this again another time," Mista let go of the girl, which made her whine.
"Ah, ah! Don't whine to me, you," he booped her nose, "have a show to perform, and also I, " he booped himself, "have to deal with the usuals, I'll be watching from the bar, good luck on your gig!" He rushed back to his work area.
"Okay, bye.." Trish understood, but something in her wanted Mista to stay. Anyways, she fixed up her hair and put on her signature jacket which had "Spice girl" written on the back in a funky font.
She got on the stage. The crowd watching was calling for her, cheering for her. Mista was at the bar, watching her. Heck, even the manager was watching her somewhere. His pink hair was no different to hers, and everyone keeps thinking they're related somehow.
The music began playing. Beating the drums, strumming the guitar, making up a unique tune even the customers never heard before. She grabbed the mic, breathe. The whole room shook with her voice, control. All eyes were on her, spotlight.
✨Happy Birthday Trish!!✨
A/n: this sucks lol
Also I don't rlly ship Mista x Trish bc of reasons, but in this AU they're aged up so why not. Btw, the doll is based off of another JoJo character😉😉
