Chapter 9 - Drunken Rambles

                                    

                                          
Katya leans on the hotel balcony, staring into the room. The buzz from the multiple Jack and Cokes mixed with the nicotine from her cigarette had her feeling good. Watching a drunk Trixie sit on the edge of the struggling to get her heels off is certainly helping to improve her mood as well. 
Trixie kept tugging and tugging, but the heel wouldn't budge, probably because she forgot to unstrap it. Katya laughs, seeing Trixie's problem, but she doesn't say anything. She is too amused by the Trixie that was unleashed when she had some alcohol in her. Talkative, touchy, and a little ditzy. But when Trixie tugs too hard and flings herself off the bed and onto the ground, Katya figures it is time she steps in and help. She drops her cigarette butt to the ground and snuffs it out. 
"Trix, hey, Trixie!" Katya shakes her shoulders. She doesn't know if Trixie knocked herself out, or just fell asleep.
"Hm?" Trixie mumbles, slowly opening her eyes. She focuses in on Katya and smiles. "Oh, hi Kats!"
"You are so drunk." 
"No, you're drunk!" Trixie argues, poking Katya in the chest. Her head rolls to her side and she shuts her eyes. Katya gives her shoulders another shake. Trixie opens her eyes again and smiles lazily at Katya. She reaches her hands up, touching Katya's face all over, "You're so pretty." She wraps her arms around Katya's neck and hugs her into her chest. "So pretty."
"So drunk." Katya chuckles, pulling herself away. She reaches down and pushes Trixie's sweaty hair out of her face.
"Hey Katya? Why are we on the floor?" Trixie asks, looking around the room confused.
"Because you fell off the bed. Don't you remember?"
Katya tries recalling just how much Trixie had to drink, she didn't think it was that much, but Trixie was wasted. It'll be a miracle if she wakes up without a killer hangover in the morning. Alex would probably kill Katya if he saw what she let happen to Trixie.
"No..."
Katya sighs and she lifts Trixie's leg up and points to her still on high heels. "You were trying to take off your heel and fell off." Katya undoes it for her and pulls it off, setting it next to its partner. "There, problem solved. Now let's get you back on the bed."
"Okay, carry me." Trixie insists, curling into a ball. Katya scoops her up with ease and carries her to the side of the bed, "God, you're like a baby." She gently puts her down and sits next to her. 
"Except I don't puke on myself or poop my pants." Trixie informs Katya, sitting up.
"Well let's hope you don't get to that point."
They rest their backs against the headboard, knocking their knees off each other. Trixie lays her head down on Katya's shoulder, finding and wrapping her fingers around Katya's.
"Hey Katya? Do you like secrets?" Trixie whispers in Katya's ear.
"I love secrets." Katya replies, curious to know where Trixie's going to go with this.
"Well, I have one. Do you want to hear it?"
"Mm, do I ever."
"Promise not to tell anyone?" Trixie lets go of Katya's hand and holds hers up, sticking her pinky out.
"Promise." Katya hooks her own pinky around Trixie's in an unbreakable promise.
"Okay well, I think I love you." Trixie giggles, planting kisses along her neck.
"...what did you just say?" Katya asks nervously, pulling away. She knows what she thinks she heard, but there was no way. No fucking way.
"I said I think I love you, silly." Trixie answers with uncertainty. Why did Katya have the scared look on her face? She lets go of Katya's hands and folds her own together in her lap.