something something Trinity runs up to Javadi as they're leaving the hospital on the birthday and hands her a cute sparkly (purple ofc) gift bag.
Javadi mutters an embarassed thank you before rummaging through the bag at Trinity's request.
She's impressed and a little surprised at the contents, Dr. Jart's face mask, a travel sized mascara, and a few packets of samplers of an expensive moisturizer Victoria talked about with a patient two weeks ago.
And, small wrapped box sitting at the bottom of the bag. She eyes Trinity's wide grin from the corner of her eye as the wrapping paper tears under her fingers.
"Oh my god-" she gasps, dropping the small purple vibrator back in the bag.
"Relax would you," Trinity grins, "You're 21. Every grown woman needs a vibrator."
"Trinity I still live with my parents. What if-"
"It's a joke, crash, you can throw it out as soon as you get home if you want," she shrugs, "or hide it in your sock drawer like a normal person your age would. Doesn't matter to me."
And Victoria's hand hovers over the garbage in her bathroom for a long moment. She looks at the little thing - it's small, discreet. She hits the power button at the bottom. It makes a noise, but under her covers it would negligible.
Half an hour later, her face mask is drying on her face and she loads up AO3, armed with her new gift.
"So," Trinity greets the next morning, "Did you like my gift?"
Trinity truly meant the face mask. She likes to tease and annoy Victoria, but she'd never cross the line into making her actually uncomfortable. And those face masks were expensive, she was hoping her money was well spent more than anything else.
But Victoria looks at her like a deer in the headlights, wide eyed and panicked.
"The face masks, Tori," Santos clarifies with a grin.
"Oh yeah," Victoria clears her throat, "Good-great. Moisturizing."
Victoria cringes at her unintentional innuendo
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