#trinity: jem

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💬 trinity ⇆ j 🤓🤞🏽🎧

trinity: heyy

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Trinity was a little vague with the text she sent Jem asking to meet up, but she thinks Jem’s smart enough to know if they’re meeting near the track that she’s not asking his advice on mechanics, and it'd be too polite to give him a heads up. When he gets there she lights the flame on her blow torch for dramatic effect, and she’s got no protective gear on because she didn’t want to mess up her hair. “So I processed your request.” She’s gonna leave her station a mess for later, drops whatever shit she’s holding right where she’s standing and grabs her bag, rummaging for her keys. “DE 301 lets out in five and I talked to the little dude that sets the shit up, so we got about 30 mins.” She pats his shoulder when she walks past. This all makes total sense in her head regardless of how she’s conveying it. She turns to take a few steps backwards on her way out so she can face him, raises her hand to swing the keys around her middle finger, “Hurry so you can meet my baby.” Her car, obviously. @jemfisch​ 

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Trinity’s been feeling off the whole night but at least she looks good. Though somehow even the extra attention she’s getting isn’t quenching her bad attitude? Unfortunately if stroking her ego doesn’t do it for her, her next instinct is to hand out roasts where they weren’t requested. “Somebody help you get dressed today?” All these damn pink trees look the same and she’s lowkey lost but he’s tall so it’s like a check point in a video game if she comes up to him. “I see your socks match. Musta been hard for you.” Nothing else does but he doesn’t look bad. Kind of hates that he pulls it off. @jemfisch​ 

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Not gonna lie, she was kind of hoping everything would blow over and they wouldn’t have to talk about it. Takes her time walking to his room because she’s nervous, and she doesn’t like being nervous, also doesn’t like having to explain herself. Bringing her laptop is just something to do, when she could have asked for his help with her email weeks ago but was too stubborn. Didn’t really care till now. “Hey, J.” Doesn’t even look at him, trying to be cool. Instead she’s quick to open her screen and sign in, “I got this funky email last month about a strange log-in from, like, South Korea. And I ignored it. And then like three days later I was locked out. But I can’t answer any of the security questions, since I wrote them when I was nine. So, do your smart-person thing.” Her talking this much is honestly embarrassing. @jemfisch​

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Not coming to bother him would be a wasted opportunity to drag him and Monique at the same time, two for one. “Well...well...well...” *suspenseful music intensifies* “If I knew you was interested in macking on my cousin I woulda set it up ages ago. Easy way to get you two outta my hair.” A pause. “Valentine’s day survey though? Kinda lame, J.” @jemfisch​ 

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I’m imagining one of those big clubs with multiple bars. Because right now Jem can probably see the Washington cousins from a distance, and Monique looks hysterical, and Martina looks distressed but adorable but also too young to be there, and Trinity looks irritated but that’s not abnormal. And now they’re--oh god, not a group hug. And fuck, looks like they’re all taking a shot. This is reality T.V. at its finest. Trinity eventually turns and tilts her head when she sees him at a distance, manages to pull herself away, and when she heads to the other less-emotional bar she makes a face at him, she’s mouthing ‘oh my gooood’ comically with her back to them as she walks, eye-roll and all. “Thank god. Never fucking again.” Can’t believe she’s happy to see him? She’s yelling but the music’s not even that loud. “What are you drinking?” Sighing. Can’t even say hi. “Monique’s bitch ass is crying in the club. I need three of those.” @jemfisch​