trinity on overdrive

I just bought a new whip, don't need gasoline !

[trinibarra]

*+:｡.｡　TRINITY IBARRA + POST GALLAGHER　｡.｡:+*

➥ Trinity spends part of the summer at home with her family in Florida. After breaking through some of her stifled emotions about Big Momma, she’s been getting better at showing she values her relationships, and she doesn’t mind spending that bit of time at home and with her parents. Her and her dad spend July fixing up a vintage cadillac and unlike Stella, she is obnoxiously open about her private life on social media so there’s tons of photos of it.

➥ Since Martina is returning to Gallagher in the fall, Trinity decides she’s not going to drop out and leave her. Truthfully, Trinity’s lost and while she doesn’t think she wants to be a spy, she also doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life. Part of her wants to stay at Gallagher, so she’ll use family duties as an excuse to kill some more time. She spends her breaks bothering PJ and her summers doing hot girl shit.

➥ In a surprising turn of events, Trinity graduates in 2023. Soon after, she and Scott put their two brain cells together and make plans to open up a bar as business partners. Trinity pitches calling it B&B for Bad & Boujee but then old people keep coming in thinking it’s a Bed & Breakfast so they have to rebrand two months in. Trinity and Scott leave their own fake yelp reviews and long story short the bar is down bad, but they pour a final one out for the boys and laugh about it in an empty venue on closing night. They tried.

➥ After moving back to California to do stunt work, able to get better and safer gigs thanks to her degree, Trinity decides she wants to write a book. So naturally she gets a ghost writer, and publishes “How To Run A Failed Business” -- a help book on maneuvering through failure in the business world. She dedicates her book to Big Momma with the caption “thank you for teaching me that you have to do bad to do better”. Book sales are sexy, just like she is, and she gets a few interviews talking about how she manages being a socialite and a business woman after becoming tiktok famous for her unsolicited advice videos. Basically, she’s a motivational speaker.

➥ Trinity eventually becomes the next lead in ongoing reality romance show The Bachelorette. At the end of the season she has a monologue where she decides to keep her rose for herself, claiming no one can love her how she does, and she’s not ready to give that love to someone else just yet. Two weeks later she’s photographed having brunch with Dwayne Douglas Johnson in Costa Rica, well into his 60s.

➥ Now being a fan favorite TV personality, Trinity occasionally hosts reunion specials. She has a one season ten episode mini-series called Trinity Tries where she meets up with celebrities and old friends and tries to do their job for a day, running with the “fail to succeed” motto. Her first episode follows Priya around for the day, pretending to be a doctor. She shows up to the hospital in a sexy nurse costume. (if you have a character close to Trinity or who would want to be featured on an episode of this with their career, let me know!)

➥ Throughout all this Trinity is still engaged in car nonsense, but much less so than she loves. She takes a few years to get back into driving, now that she’s sitting on a pile of money bigger than her last pile of money. She starts testing and promoting cars, and after doing design work for a while (i.e. telling other people what she thinks would be cool and having them make it happen) she partners with Audi and creates a three car line-up debuted as “Triple-Threat”. A cabriolet in baby blue called Martina. A sleek black pick-up truck called Monique. And a supercar in magenta named after yours truly.

➥ Trinity makes it to 39. Throws herself a televised 24th birthday party.

Playing Trinity has been absolutely one of the most fun experiences I’ve ever had roleplaying and I'm so so thankful to Kashia for letting me take her WC. She really allowed me to go balls out with her canons because she’s so ridiculous. These are some key things that happen in her life to get an idea of where she is/what she’s doing, but locations and time frames are fairly vague so I can plot around them if anyone wants to plot stuff or have a name drop, as per all these posts, dm me!

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tigsousa·:

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“ easy. bit too early in the fuckin’ night to find out what we like, init? ” but apparently not early enough for her little nose scrunch to make him pause, frown and take a second to figure out whether he liked it or not. features pinch with a hint of surprise all the same, kind of like when you realise you’ve gotten used to a bad smell. “ so, ya don’t get asked out either? ” since that’s the only way the count would be at zero, but he doesn’t trust anyone at gallagher to make any good decisions. exhibit a: he made it to the bar. “ and the fuckin’ pricks you pay to carry your books around don’t fuckin’ count. ” he scoffs in a way he usually does whenever she says something funny, in replace of a laugh and trying to hide his smirk. “ don’t worry, i’ll secure a fourth and send you an invite. make sure you catch that bouquet and all since ya need all the fuckin’ luck you can get. ” little does he know she’s going to have twenty odd men publicly putting themselves forward to be her potential husband. horrifying. eyes on the bartender, he grumbles, “ not really used to bartenders who don’t tend the fuckin’ bar. ” he hears the smile in her voice before he sees it, though his face takes the first hit. the surprise spreads and twists his features with confusion, though the deep grimace makes him look disturbed more than anything. he had the same look on his face when devon played him that disney girl’s version of smells like teen spirit – a bad cover of a good song. a few seconds pass. the dickhead, who practically ran over, now stands in front of them and tigs is threatening him with a glare that’s too rude to be put into words. then she speaks again, and this time it makes his head turn slowly, almost cautiously, towards her. just in time to catch her calling him woo-hoo. unfortunately, he breaks out into laughter at that, hanging his head in defeat as she talks to him. guy? mother doesn’t love him. cunt. “ and a rum and coke – triple – and your cheapest scotch for this one, ” he adds, nodding towards trinity. guy doesn’t look impressed, and starts pouring the shots in front of them. since guy doesn’t want to leave, tigs turns to trinity, deadpan as he picks up one of the shots. “ wait- you allowed to drink with your haemorrhoids meds? ”

Trinity’s head slowly tilts with an expression riddled in confusion, or surprise, or interest in her sudden inability to read him. “Don’t easy me, I ain’t a dog.” Or a pig. Or any kind of animal, which she assumes is a pretty big turn off for him. “Too early. Sounds like something you'd be real familiar with.” Can’t imagine he lasts long. She doesn’t know when the conversation started to sound like an invitation, but to cover her own ass she’ll put the nail in the coffin. Gives him a once over, slower than it had to be. Thinks too early isn’t early enough for him. “Bet you the kinda guy that has to have girls spell things out for you anyway, and you still can’t deliver.” She smiles and nods, confident that she’ll never have to find out if that prediction is true or not. Trinity’s brows knit, don’t know how he drew that conclusion but she’s bad at math. “You can’t count.” She says instead, blaming any miscalculations on the obvious culprit. Her lips spread into a cheeky grin, one rooted in deserved confidence, “I don’t pay nobody to do nothing.” And that’s the truth! “But if you are getting asked out, they’re not getting paid enough.” Trinity did consider paying Pablo (Pablo?) when he lugged those Russian classics back and forth from the Library for a week straight, but he insisted she shouldn’t. “That’s so sweet of you to do all that for me. But I can’t make it to the wedding, I’ll have other plans that night.” She says in a way that almost does sound thankful, but she pats his upper arm before turning back to the bar, shaking her hand like she’s touched something dirty, and adding without giving him a second glance, “and so will your wife.” Trinity doesn’t pay Tigs any mind while she’s ordering. She stays locked with the bartender. Her skit doesn’t take a hit until she hears the most obnoxious, skin crawling, unlike anything she’s ever heard noise ring beside her. Was that...laughter? Unfiltered, different than what she’s used to from him. Trinity turns to Tigs, and while she feels a tightness in her shoulders like hearing nails on a chalk board, she’s...smiling. Unfiltered, different than what he’s used to from her. Snaps back as soon as she hears ‘cheapest’ “Nah, top shelf only Guy.” She reaches for her shot glass. Her eyes look around suspiciously when Guy lingers, widening at Tigs’ joke. Her lips press and she tries not to laugh at Guy’s expression, “Don’t pay him no mind, he’s got this weird obsession with my ass.” She tries to ease the bartender, who leans slightly to see the booty in question, before shrugging like makes sense and walking off. Trinity turns to Tigs, with an almost pleased squint. “Cheers to you hopefully choking on this.” 

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jemfisch·:

– THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN SOMETHING A LITTLE MAGICAL about the last day before summer. the air smells a little different, the feeling of being on the very cusp between school and freedom, like standing on a precipice. there’s a similar feeling when jem is around trinity sometimes, that flip of his stomach like he’s looking down from somewhere very high up, that feeling like everything might be about to change. either that or he’s just really stoned, but stoned or sober he’d keep his thoughts to himself, let them swirl around in his head until they all blur together and don’t make any sense anyway. less to worry about. jem furrows his brow and then scoffs. he likes how trinity always says stuff to make herself seem cool, when it’s really stuff that no one else cares about. why should he give a shit whether she saves people’s numbers ? the only one she’s impressing is herself. he smiles, though. “ seems like a load of shit, though, considering you couldn’t log into your own email without my help. ” his eyebrow rises slightly before he lets her pass over to the next subject. “ i didn’t say the paycheck had to be money. being nice because you expect some shit in return isn’t nice, that’s a job, ” jem points out. and there she goes again, building up some weird wall around herself, like it’d be somehow embarrassing to admit that you do nice things for people that you like. jem’s not gonna call her out on it, though, because if he’s correct then he’d probably upset her by knowing her too well, and if he’s wrong he’d upset her by not knowing her well enough. so, he just takes a drag and watches the smoke billow up, not too fussed either way but mostly just not wanting a real argument as opposed to their usual back and forth.

“ it is not ! ” her laughter makes him laugh more. “ you’ve lost your glasses privileges now, give them back, ” jem says, holding out his hand and making a face where he presses his lips into a thin line, like he’s insulted even though he’s not and he has to work hard to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching. it doesn’t really work. by the time trinity comes up to an answer to his question, he’s forgotten that he’s asked it and his brain has to fire backwards trying to remember what it is he said and why she’s answered like that, voice so much softer than he’s used to. “ i’m not gonna remember to do that, ” considering he can’t even remember the damn question, maybe he’s already annoying. “ besides, i liked that answer. ” he grins, thinks he liked that answer best when he doesn’t know the question, maybe it’s just because she said it like that. his eyes drift away from her and back up toward the sky, he’s always wanting to do something stupid when he’s around trinity. “ yeah, that’s usually how it goes, ” he nods. “ ‘course. you probably won’t like it, though. ” he’s pretty sure he couldn’t afford anything she’d really like anyway.

She walked right into that one and she knows it, practically set him up for it, so when he brings up the email sitch from weeks ago her lips purse knowingly. She would’ve been more surprised if he didn’t bring it up, and there’s a sense of satisfaction that she doesn’t expect. She never thought she’d find comfort in predictive text, in knowing him well enough. Honestly, she kind of thought she’d hate it, and kind of wishes she did. Amusement radiates across her face. “Yeah, whatever. Maybe I was lyin’.” She wasn’t, her emails would’ve collected dust, but she could have lied. She would have lied, if she had to, if it meant sorting out whatever shit she started between them. Trinity hadn’t realized it then but if you asked her now, hazy eyed and feeling the tingling aftermath in the back of her throat, she knows she would have lied if it meant having an excuse to see him again. He can do with that what he wants, he always does anyway. “A job’s a job. Gotta get paid somehow.” If he’s expecting some moral compass to align in her tonight, drunk and stoned, he should lower his expectations. “Who cares though? Smoke your smoke.” 

“Byeeee, fall back, they’re mine now!” She laughs and swats away his outstretched palm, fingers passing lazily past his hand. Trinity’s enjoying herself until he looks upward and the night catches his jaw. She has an urge to follow his gaze, try to find whatever up there is more interesting than looking at her, but she’s too interested in looking at him. And he looks good, she thinks, with his fresh haircut and that dip in his cheek she figures he was probably born with. Guess she never really noticed it until now. She’s high enough to think something reckless, mind wandering out of the conversation and into a possibility she hadn’t considered before, a familiar urge that sends her a step forward in his direction. She’s always wanting to do something stupid when she’s around Jem. If he looks back at her she thinks she actually might do something stupid, chin tilting upward to gain height, but then he speaks. You probably won't like it, though. She blinks, feels like she’s got vertigo, probably too much tequila. “Yeah, I probably won’t.” Weird. She feels dizzy and reapplies the distance between them, pulls the shades off her eyes and taps them against his chest to hand them over. “You need ‘em more than me.” She teases, hoping her eyes aren’t too red. She feels too out of it to stay. She needs a drink. “See you next semester, J.” He gets half of a final smirk from her before she brushes her shoulder past his to return to the party. Guess this is her way of telling him she’s staying. 

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jemfisch·:

– “FINE, SUIT YOURSELF,” HE SHRUGS, phone back in his pocket. “ but i’m just gonna assume you don’t know how the cloud works, because you can sync all your old contacts, calendars, and reminders to your new phone from your old one…would be kind of a hassle to put all your settings in again. ” though he wouldn’t be surprised if trinity makes things difficult for herself, because that kind of just seems to be what she does. still, he’s not thinking that hard about the future right now, so all of these supposed hypotheticals are mostly meant in jest. there’s no use in truly stressing about whether you’re going to have a friendship or not-friendship twenty years in the future, who has got the time for that ? he’s more focused on the way her lips curve upward when she smiles, the grin making its way across her cheeks – he’s fucking gone, mostly, whiplash from the way she’s suddenly looking so cute a couple seconds after taunting him. “ do most people charge for kindness ? because then that’s not kindness, that’s a paycheck. so, yeah, i act nice for free sometimes, for people i like. ” he lets that sentiment hang in the air a moment. “ that is NOT how i look, ” he laughs, shaking his head in this slow, haphazard way that does nothing to make him look sober, that’s for damn sure. “ it’s how YOU look, which is ridiculous, by the way. ” though he’s got to look away from her now, or else he’s going to start looking at her in a certain way. he feels a little lucky, because he thinks a lot of people might miss out or overlook this version of trinity, it’s taken him a minute to notice it himself, but she’s such a fucking dork. “ what am i, then ? ” opens himself up to whatever insult she’s got prepared, but jem’s pretty sure that he can handle it at this point, he’ll take whatever she’s about to throw at him. “ oh, sounds cool, ” he nods. “ ‘course. we’re probably gonna road trip again, knowing her, but she’ll probably ask about you before i can say shit anyway. ” his mom loves trinity, naturally.

He puts the phone back in his pocket and Trinity can’t help but wonder if she missed an opportunity. She wonders which pieces of himself he’s extending tonight she should take, his phone, his sunglasses, the indescribable haze over his eyes she can’t quite place. She’ll chalk it up to the joints between them and wonder how much he had to drink earlier, a part of her wishing she’d caught him a little sooner--if only to save him from the disgusting vodka soda she hates remembering is his go-to. “I don’t got that. I get a new phone and start fresh. If I can’t remember your number you ain’t that important.” Her voice is serious but the grin she’s been wearing never falters; she knows it’s obvious she uses the cloud because she can’t even remember her own phone number from giving fake ones out all the time. She’s clearly bluffing, how else would she remember her passwords? “Not like money. But I’m not gonna be nice just because.” Trinity thinks this is valid, even if that compensation is kindness in return, she won’t be the first to offer it unless she’s sure she’s getting something of equal or greater value back. “Not even for people I like.” Her sentence wanes with a soft hummed laugh as her head drops lackadaisically, flicking the tail of her joint with her thumb. “Especially not for people I like.” She adds with a comfortable air of humor, an innate necessity for her to make it harder for people who could actually hurt her, rather than those she wouldn’t care about if they tried. When he argues her laughter only further blends into his, “Nah, that’s you spot on!” Her weight shifts as she points her finger at him, stumbling forward with the toss of her elbow. “Whatever, I wore it better!” Trinity can pull off ridiculous, it’s not an insult. Or rather, she’s finding herself less and less consumed by whether or not she looks ridiculous around him. She doesn’t know when it started, it just did. Slipped right through her fingers. He spins her comment and she’s eyeing him through the tint of his shades, figures he can’t see the slow trail of her eyes as she contemplates it. What is he, then? Her instinct is to call him what’s familiar. Annoying, she thinks, but it doesn’t make it out. She takes that eventual hit, the one she knew would push her over, and if he thinks she’s sober enough to say something witty or intelligent he’s overestimating her. “You’re alright, Jem.” The softness in her voice is momentary, slowed by the state of her brain, but trampled by her trailing addition of, “Ask me again tomorrow, though. Might change my mind.” Surely he’ll be annoying again by then. Trinity nods back, and she’s excited about spending the summer with her dad, but she doesn’t think Jem cares all that much so she’s not going on about it. She clicks her teeth with a new smile, “That’s my girl.” Her grin is beyond her, kind of soft that his mom likes her so much. Not surprising, but it’s nice. “Guess you gonna be gone all summer.” She points out the obvious, but she’s not gonna say anything sweet, even if a few thoughts cross her mind. “Bring me back a souvenir.” Not requesting. 

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jemfisch·:

– “WHAT, YOU WANNA PUT IT IN THIS TIME?” HE ASKS, and clearly jem’s not sober because he wouldn’t offer to hand his phone to trinity ibarra of all people if he was, that’s just not common sense. but like i said, he isn’t sober. but still, jem feels like he has to mess with her because he knows how large her ego is, knows that she can take it, and not because he wouldn’t bet on her : because he WOULD, every time, he just thinks trinity ibarra is not the sort of person that you position yourself against. he doesn’t know anyone else like her. still, he doesn’t think he can be blamed for not giving her a weekly compliment over winter break, that just would’ve been simp shit and he’s trying not to show that outwardly. “ i’m complaining a little bit, ” he clarifies, “ but mostly i’m just stating facts. you ARE difficult. ” he doesn’t think there’s any denying that, so he grins at her. still, he thinks he’ll probably miss it. “ it doesn’t count at all if you’re only nice to get something in return, ” jem points out. “ i wasn’t trying to get called out. and they were cool, ” he argues, though he has to LAUGH as she tries and fails to reach his sunglasses. even in her heels, her stature just doesn’t cut it. he has to look away so that she can’t see how fond his smile is, and he takes the glasses off, passing them to her. “ go ahead, show me then, ” he instructs her. “ i’m not mean, ” jem points out. he pauses for a moment, can’t believe he’s been spending so long trying to figure out whether it’s weird to ask the most basic of questions : “ are you going back to florida this summer ? ” 

Trinity knew what those silly shades were for, but when he gives the option to put the reminder in without force she takes a second to register it. She doesn’t even try to hide the mild confusion, but taking the offer feels too easy. “If you end up havin’ the same phone at age 39, I don’t even want you contacting me.” She taunts instead. Given their differing pursuits, any chance of them talking in the future would likely have to be by choice. And that’s not something she wants to think about, anyway. Trinity’s notoriously bad at choosing people to keep around, so she often doesn’t. “Not complaining enough.” His grinning supports her stance that difficult ain’t really a bad thing. His grinning also makes her grin back, and she feels stupid for a second, ‘cause she couldn’t help it. “So you just act nice for free?” She doesn’t think the majority of Gallagher deserves for her to exert herself over kindness, and she figures most people have ulterior motives. She’s not gonna get conned by having her guard down. He’s acting funny, offering his phone, offering his shades. Maybe she just isn’t around him enough when he’s high. Lips pursing, she glances at them in his hand, then back to his face skeptically, like he’s gonna snatch when she reaches. Funky or not, she’s gonna take them. “This how you look.” She says, trying hard not to smile when she puts the shades on and she bends her knees, arms wrapping around herself like a 90s rap album cover. Second pose has her fists link while she stands straight; you know she had to do it to ‘em. “I got chu though, I’mma keep them for you.” She starts laughing at herself, which isn’t abnormal, but the next hit might take her over the edge. “You not nice.” She says as she breathes out, smoke tinted from the glasses. “For most of it, yeah. My dad and I are gonna work on his little passion project.” She matches his pause, wants to ask in return but she already knows what he does in the summers. She’s not sure if she should be bringing it up. “You’ll say hi to Miss Ellen for me?” She finally says. 

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jemfisch·:

– “FINE, I’LL SET A REMINDER IN MY PHONE AND EVERYTHING,” HE LIES WITH A CHEEKY GRIN, no intention of really keeping up supposed bet. besides, jem doesn’t have any doubt that trinity’s going to be successful by age 39, maybe not in the same way that beyonce is, but…it’s hard to look at trinity, hard to know her without believing that she’s going to be somebody someday. he’s just along for the ride. “ you’re gonna be difficult about everything, ” he says in a matter-of-fact way, like he’s already accepted it. she won’t stop cutting him off, looking up at him with that smile of hers like she’s got some SECRET he doesn’t know about. if she doesn’t stop smiling at him like that, he’s going to do something rash. for now, he looks back down at her, rolling his eyes, “ only sometimes. i don’t think that counts. ” he’d argue that it also wouldn’t be hard to find someone else to smoke with, especially if he’s sharing, but she did choose him. “ they’re cool, ” he says dismissively, pushing them up to the top of his head. that’s when he lights the joint, takes the first drag before passing it to her. “ see what i meant by sometimes nice ? ” 

“Oookay.” She stretches with raised eyebrows, knows he’s only playing about the reminder in his phone but part of her lowkey wonders what he really thinks. Like, if they were putting real money on it, whether or not he would bet against her. “You don’t got a strong track record with phone reminders, guess we’ll have to see.” She teases coolly with a shrug, never did get her weekly compliment over winter break. It only occurs to her then how much shit has happened this semester; it makes winter break feel like ages ago. It’s weird to think she probably won’t see him again until September, if he’s even staying. “Don’t really sound like you’re complaining.” Trinity’s lips purse confidently, she figures if it really bothers Jem that much they wouldn’t spend so much time together. Again, something that only occurs to her when she realizes she won’t be seeing him for a while. Doesn’t know why she’s fixated on it, never really cared before. “So I’ve been being nice to you sometimes for nothin’?" Her being nice all the time is asking for a lot, not even her family gets that from her. Hell, he gets a little more than the next person. Trinity keeps her eyes steady on the little flame as he lights the joint, clipping it between her fingers when he offers it and taking a drag. “It’s late and you was inside. You look ridiculous.” She snorts, “Lemme see, so I could show you.” Reaching from the tiptoe of her boots with absolute lack of respect for personal space, Trinity’s free hand aims for the shades on his head but she falls short, stumbling back with a few clicks of her heels and laughter. She takes another pull, slower this time. “Don’t act like you’re nice to me.” 

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tigsousa·:

good? there’s an imperceptible twitch of the brows. where there’s disappointment, there’s also … well, he doesn’t want to flip that coin onto its head. she hasn’t disappointed him. he knows he hasn’t disappointed her either. yet. someone has to walk away with the belts, though disappointment doesn’t fall under pretty or not-dumb. if they keep adding belts, where does it end? “ still plenty of time to send ya off with ya tail between ya legs. ” considering this might be the last time they talk, he is planning on returning the tail to it’s rightful owner. just waiting for the right moment. not because he has morals or anything. there’s a light scoff of amusement as he arrives at the bar. maybe he borrowed paul’s notes after all. “ get stood up a lot, don’t ya? ” he retorts after a beat. she pouts, he frowns. shifts his weight onto his forearm leaning against the bar, other hand in his pocket, slightly hunched over, but turned towards her. can never stand normally, unable to tell whether he’s staying or leaving. “ life’s fuckin’ hard when you’re three marriages in and your wife’s fuckin’ the pool boy. ” the bartender’s taking a stupidly long time, considering the only other two people at the bar just left, one of them double parked. briefly looks over his shoulder, didn’t realise bash was seeing someone. they look cosy. only notices how close he’s standing to her until he looks at her again, which isn’t anything new, but the night’s still young, so he’ll use waving the bartender down as a way to create some distance. “ oi– ” he calls out to the bartender, who apparently refuses to serve this side of the bar, “ –some time tonight would be nice. ”

It’s kind of weird like that, how ambition to best someone involves impressing them, too. Heads says where there’s disappointment there’s expectation. Tails says where there’s disappointment there’s gratification. Call it in the air. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Trinity’s nose scrunches with sarcasm, hard to believe they’ve been at this for months and he’s still got no shame in his furry kink. Sickening. Trinity scoffs, “I get stood up about as much as you get asked out.” Which she presumes is not at all. “You made it though--so we’re still at 0.” She adds, on the very off chance someone's tried to seduce him in place of drug money. She eyes him getting comfortable. Wonders why he can’t stand normally, like he can’t tell if he’s staying or leaving. Doesn’t know which she prefers. Even standing straight in her boots she’s much shorter, so his lean helps a little. “Had me for a second there but one wife was scary enough, three’s just unrealistic.” Trinity shrugs carelessly with a smirk. She can see the bartender look at them and then away, which normally would piss her off, but she kinda likes it, it’s fucking funny. Technically the bartender is ignoring him. “Wow, you’re like--really good at commanding a room, yeah? You ever actually drink when you go out?” Not at this rate, she thinks. Trinity chokes on a laugh when they’re ignored again. Figures her pretty belt might as well be good for something. She sighs and plops her little red bag on the bar top, stripping her leather trench coat off her shoulders slowly and outstretching an arm to wave. “Hellooooo.” Her smile’s wide, voice as obnoxious as ever, but homeboy is coming over ‘cause the titties are out. “Hello, hi! Hi. Soooo sorry about this one here, he’s a little, woo-hoo.” She whistles, circles her finger by her head. “Anyway, y’all got vodka, right?” Trinity turns to Tigs, leans a little as if the bartender can’t still hear them, “Gave you the chance to pick my poison, coulda had me killed. Shame.” She clicks her tongue. Can’t say she never did anything for him. She turns back to the bartender, name tag reads Guy. “Guy. Very cute, real modern.” Mother doesn’t love him. “Top shelf only. We doing shots.” 

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jemfisch·:

– “NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT,” BRITNEY’S HOT AND SHE’S GOT MOVES. #freebritney though. “ i guess we’ll just see about that, ” jem shrugs, because he knows it doesn’t matter because they’re not gonna be friends or they’re gonna forget. the latter sounds nice but it’s most definitely the former, because with the way trinity drives she’s never going to see 39 ( it has nothing to do with whether he could handle her personality, but jem’s so patient that he’d likely be an exception to the rule. ) “ well, if you’re gonna be difficult about it i certainly don’t, ” he remarks. he thinks it’s funny how she has to crane her neck to look at him, talks so big but she’s so fucking short. he likes how she smiles before she even gets the ‘no’ out, like she already knows she’s going to be pleased with herself. hates that he finds it a bit cute, and his eyes linger on her features for a moment longer. jem’s mind doesn’t wander long before trinity heads out the door and he sighs and shakes his head, following her. “ if you want me to share my shit, you gotta be nice to me, ” he shrugs his shoulders before he reaches into the pocket and pull out the tin that she’d correctly guessed would be there. he’s actually got mints, too. “ it won’t kill you. ” 

“Yeah, guess not.” Trinity shrugs, she’ll drag him enough for his taste but at the end of the day she can’t really knock him for having a type, even if she doesn’t fit the bill--at all. Not that it matters to her or anything. She’s everyone’s type. “Okay but if we’re really making this pact...you know you gonna have to be the one to remember.” As in, he’s gonna have to remind her to remind him that she won. If she does manage to make it to 39, a random text from him doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. “I’m gonna be difficult about it.” She doesn’t even know which part of the conversation he’s referencing when he gives her an ultimatum, but she says it without hesitation; she’ll pick that answer every time. In a way it’s almost like a promise, or a warning, whichever way he wants to read it. They don’t go far before she fully turns to face him again, planting her heels and tucking her hands into leather pockets. “I am nice to you.” She smiles deviously, only thinks she’s mean to him sometimes. But even if he disagrees, it clearly doesn’t stop him from pulling out the tin, so she’s not exactly worried. Besides, wouldn’t be hard to find a smoke somewhere else, she chose him. “No, but those fucking sunglasses might.” She says with a smirk. Again, only mean to him sometimes. 

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ofaylin·:

starter for @trinibarra·

– AYLIN FLUFFS HER HAIR IN THE BATHROOM MIRROR and does a couple poses because she’s drunk and she always has to model in the bathroom mirror for a bit when she’s vibing like that. only then does she realize there’s someone next to her. they’re in a similar color palette : red dress, red jacket. that already makes aylin feel competitive before she’s even looked up at her face ( aylin often starts a first impression with people’s shoes. ) “ i SWEAR it’s not just because we have the same vibe, but i really love your outfit, ” she comments, voice way too loud and clearly drunk, “ some people showed up looking sooo boring, but you look really hot. ” 

It’s unspoken law when Trinity gets drunk she has to hit the bathroom every twenty minutes. Not to piss, but to check the mirror and make sure she still looks good (she still looks good). She runs her tongue against her teeth (lipstick check) and cups her boobs with her hands (tittie check) and doesn’t recognize Aylin is even there at first because she too is modeling in the mirror. Aylin gives her first impression when she speaks, Trinity turning and not even bothering to hide the once over she gives everyone. But Trinity’s made half her girl friends in a bathroom, grinning. She knows Aylin. “Oh my god, stop! Not really though, keep going.” Can’t take a compliment to save her life. “Yeah girl, it’s hard being the only two people at Gallagher with any style. You always look hot at these things.” Since she’s obviously noticed. 

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jemfisch·:

– “OH, NOOOO, NOT THE DENIM SUIT!” JEM LAUGHS, SHAKING HIS HEAD. “ i would never do such a thing…not without a britney, at least, ” he grins, because he totally would, it was an iconic look. still, he knows she didn’t mean it as a compliment because she’d never give him one so freely. “ alright, if you’re not on her level at 39, i’m going to remind you that you lost this argument. better get to work…though i’ll remind you that she was twenty-three when she released her first solo album, ” jem points out. “ love solange, but i’m not trying to compare them right now, trinity, come on, ” he’s just teasing, or starting problems because the best way he knows how to talk to her is to argue, that’s basically trinity’s first language. he blinks at the way she quickly cuts between them, back on the closest door as he looks down at her. a slow smirk spreads across his lips as he nods, “ maybe. you gonna ask nice ? ” he asks, reaching above her head to push the door open the rest of the way. 

“Britney is your type.” Thinks he walked right into that one. If Trinity ever saw him in a full denim suit she’d walk the other way. “I’m not gonna lose, so it’s gonna be me reminding you.” Not that Trinity really thinks they’ll still be friends when she’s 39. She never thinks that far into the future, it’s easier when no one ever feels that permanent, and 39 is so old. Honestly, she doesn’t think Jem would stick around that long anyway, history has proven people can only handle her personality for so long. “Hey, I still got a year. You sound like you don’t got faith in me.” She smirks, wouldn’t hold it against him. She doesn’t dwell on how she’ll likely be in the same place this time next year, but beating Beyoncé is cause to drop out. “Oh so you don’t wanna tell me which one you think is better?” Her brows raise, she’s instigating solely because he shut it down so she’s gonna light it up brighter. Even in her boots she’s got to tilt her chin to get a good look at him, keeps her eyes on his face when his arm stretches past her. “No.” The obvious answer with a little smile attached, boots scratching the pavement when she follows the door opening behind her until they’re outside. “But you really gonna smoke alone? It’s dangerous out here.” 

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swiiftbladcs·:

          it  might  not  be  visible,  but  there  is  a  weight  lifting  from  her  shoulders  when  she’s  met  with  trinity’s  lively  attitude.  nods  eagerly  at  the  question,  never  losing  her  grin.   ❛  these  are  lemon  drops,  so  vodka !  honestly,  i’m  still  recovering  from  the  fireball  on  halloween.  ❜   she’s  holding  a  little  grudge  against  cinnamon  for  the  massive  headache  she  had  after  making  a  fool  out  of  herself  in  front  of  her  friends.   ❛  no  chasers,  i  think  we  can  handle  that !  ❜   no  reasonable  ideas  in  sight  for  the  night,  apparently.

Her guard is lowered at the mention of lemon drops, because Trinity knows the name of every shot in the book and that’s one of her favorites since it’s 50% sugar. She beams, rushes over like a biddie. “You’re for real speaking my language. Taste: Immaculate.” She takes one, “I don’t do chasers. Which is probably why I didn’t make it to the end of the night on Halloween.” She laughs, but she’s too stubborn to change her ways. “Cheers to the prettiest lesbian in the room--” She waits for Mary to answer that because there’s only one right answer, and she’ll do an ‘on three’ countdown for them before letting the lemon juice hit her tongue. 

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tigsousa·:

“ don’t need it. ” doesn’t care to be the main character, no interest in reaching the ending credits. his, hers, or anyone else’s. she gives the impression that she needs her name popping up in the corner every time she’s on screen, like a reality tv show. he likes to think he’ll change the channel, but something seems to be wrong with the remote. “ and i don’t mix business with, ” he thinks for a moment, then finally decides on, “ displeasure. ” he’d ignored it the first time, and it’s harder to do when she does it again, the way she says abuelita and how it touches on his curiosity. there’s a light crease in his brows, unable to separate the person from the outfit, so his lips curl into a smirk. “ think it’s missin’ a tigger’s tail. ” it’s sitting in his jacket pocket for undisclosed reasons. when she turns around, she’s met with a growing smirk, knowing she was going to say something but being a second or two off, and it remains even as she walks away again. but she’s still unpredictable enough to force him to reconsider his moves. thinks it’d be funny if he left her there, but there’s the risk of not catching her before the night’s over and it wouldn’t be as satisfying if he missed her reaction. as if it’d be a disserve to the both of them to leave things unfinished. he joins her by the bar, looking like a couple of besties, but at least they didn’t walk over together. “ got here in the end – what’s your poison? ”

Trinity doesn’t get how someone could not care if they fade to the background, if they’re unimportant, and her honest confusion shows. She’s not sure if he’s leaning into the drag or he really means it, really doesn’t care who cares about him. She doesn’t know whether to pity him or envy him, so she dismisses him. “Good, then you won’t be disappointed.” Trinity’s head tilts slowly, knows him to try a little harder at hiding his smirks, amusement in the way her shoulders bounce when she scoffs. “Woulda had one if you wasn’t a thief.” She’s still got her own curiosities and she’d consider a trade if she wasn’t trying so hard to best him. “But that’s more your style...” Almost adds his name to the end on instinct but she holds onto it, decides to save it for later. There’s something uncomfortably satisfying about catching his grin when she turns back, like she’s in the lead, but it doesn’t stop her from considering he might bounce. If anyone was gonna flip the switch on her, it’d probably be him. Aloof as she taps her manicure on the bar, “Took your time.” God forbid she has to wait a few seconds. Tilts her chin just a smidge to catch him, lips pouting ‘cause she knows she can’t order a fruity drink in front of this raggedy asshole and keep her pride. He asks what her poison is, what might drive her to an early grave, and she considers she’s looking at it but she’s not going to give him that kind of power. “Bar was your idea, surprise me.” Doesn’t think he’ll manage to do it again. “Unless you’re one of those 50 year old men who sip on an inch of scotch and pretend it’s not nasty.” Regine, basically. 

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jemfisch·:

– “WHAT, ‘CAUSE I LOOK LIKE FRANKI VALLI?” he asks, though trinity doesn’t seem like the type to know much about music that existed before she did – or anything that existed before she did. the suit was his dad’s, though, which is probably why he looks like he stepped out of the 70s. “ bold statement, i knew your ego was big, but better than beyonce ? ” he’ll ask, eyebrows rising on his forehead in amusement. he wouldn’t expect anything less ! kinda likes how easy it is to rile her up, though. “ it’s a statement. they can’t change me, ” he says, looking down at his shoes as if he doesn’t already know what he’s wearing. 

Trinity’s expression matches that of someone who absolutely doesn’t know Frankie Valli. “Was thinking more blue denim Justin at the 2001 Music Awards.” Which he looks nothing like on account that his getup is regretfully more stylish, and he fills his suit out way better. “She got almost two decades on me, peep me at 39 and then we’ll talk.” Because Trinity might be lost as fuck, but she’s gonna be somebody. “Though I pegged you as a Solange advocate--”  people tend to have strong opinions on who their fave is “given your not-like-the-other-girls agenda.” Trinity rolls her eyes, but her laugh is tender. “They? You so damn dramatic.” They’re in the middle of traffic, her eyes on the doors, and she kills the short distance to press her back against one closest to him to crack it open, a small gust of wind hitting the ballroom. “You sharing your mints?” Knows him well enough to know those ain’t mints.

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ofloudvoices·:

a starter for; @trinibarra·

“Hey you” Clem greeted when he saw Trinity, a soft smile forming on his lips. Gaining new friends thanks to Gallagher had been one of the things he loved the most about this school. It would feel weird not seeing them everyday. Breaking such a habit would take time, he knew that. “So who is your plus one?” he asked as he tilted his head to the side.

Trinity’s already in a good mood but hearing Clem approach her always chills her out, and she matches his smile. She’s not trying to think about her friends that are graduating, especially since it’ll mean not seeing him randomly around the campus when it so frequently made her day. “Hey, you. Making your rounds?” She can do without any sentimental goodbyes. She leans against the wall behind her, tilts her head to match. “No one ‘cause I was waiting for you to ask.” She jokes, knows he’s got a boo and actually respects him enough to care. Her eyes hit the crowd and she laughs, “I came with my little cousin, she's the saint to my sinner. But it's more fun going to parties stag. You can leave with whoever you want.” 

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swiiftbladcs·:

          ❛  i  feel  like  we  should  do  a  shot  together.  ❜   she  has  two  in  her  hands,  one  definitely  labeled  for  priya’s  best  friend.     /     @trinibarra·

Trinity can count the things she knows about Mary on one hand, and half aren’t fantastic (like the leaked video, and her friendship with a certain headache) but seeing the way Priya spoke about her is enough to start off warm instead of protective. The shot in Mary’s hand definitely helps. “That for lil old me?” Trinity tilts her head, dancing over playfully. “What poison did we pick today?” Has to stop herself from adding “bestie” to the end of it out of habit. 

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levimadden·:

“Not tonight. I’m graduating tomorrow,” he counters, as if that’s self-explanatory. He’s using this card to his advantage all night, for sure. And so far, it’s getting him whatever he wants, so! He downs the shot, enjoying the burn it leaves behind. “Just in case you forgot,” he teases lightly. But all he wants is to enjoy the night with the people closest to him and get trashed. He doesn’t want to think about the sad part of graduation.

“So everybody supposed to do whatever you want?” Sounds like a shitty deal for everyone else, but almost makes her wanna make it to graduation. She won’t pass up a chance to be the main bitch of the night, even though she’s still hard competition to even the graduates. “Nah don’t worry, I won’t start forgetting about you till this weekend.” 

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dailypriya·:

@trinibarra·

“Can you fucking believe Beyonce is here?” she shouts over the noise, mere yards away from literal Beyonce. She’s dancing freely next to her best friend, wide goofy smile on her face as she sings at the top of her lungs, half a cocktail in one hand. “Best party eveeeerrrr!” Truly nothing could bring her down.

“Beyoncé?????” Trinity stretches the name over the music, and she doesn’t have to raise her voice too much since she’s naturally the loudest bitch on the block. “Do you think her and Jay are in an open relationship?” Trinity’s gonna shoot her shot. She slides to the left, and then to the right, double fisting margaritas. “Now that one of us is getting macked on, I gotta shake ass for the both of us.”