Kate

jason, our friend trixie and I were all sitting in jason's room drinking whiskey. Trixie and I liked it bc of her ptsd but jason and I just liked it.

"i, set another fire today. The fire caused dad to rescue a kitten from a tree. I think jesse knows," I informed them smiling.

"oh. You guys should come down to my work," trixie told us.

"you work?" jason asked looking at her.

"well I work downtown in the district."

we all knew what she meant by 'the district'. The meat district where the prostitutes lined up.

"oh...trixie..." I said.

"this is damn good whiskey. My god," she said avoiding talking about the topic more: "i'm going to be a stripper when I grow up."

her eyes lit up when she said it. She was someone who had plans but the plans usually involved sex work or drinking or stripping or something bc of what'd happened to her.

She got quiet. I looked at jason and smiled. We didn't get close to each other cause we didn't want trixie to feel left out. It was nice to be somewhere where it wasn't about anyone else just us 3.