Apr 2, 2022
tagged: @justalerossi location: backroom of The Penthouse
Trix sat at a tiny table once her shift ended. It wasn’t the best of shifts, hardly anyone showed up and those who did were horrid tippers. With a sigh, she folded her tips neatly and put them in the pocket of her purse. She then turned to her phone; she’d contacted an Uber... three times already, but nothing, complete silence. She really did not want to walk home, not in so late. Thankfully, Trix heard the door open, maybe someone would be able to save her the on-foot trip.