Tormented Little Angel
-Just Another Day in the Office-
II
The alarm clock rang as the little red glowing numbers turned to '06:30'. It was one of those annoying 'driiit...driiit' noises the alarm made, the whole of the black clock vibrating, moving slowly to the end of the bed side table it was kept. The occupant of the bed was currently submerged under black and red blankets. The alarm reached the end and fell over the side but a hand reached out and caught it before it fell.
Trinity sat up from under the blankets, her hair a mess and eyes half closed with sleep but the ringing didn't stop. Glaring at the piece of technology, she slammed it down on the table with a little too much force but didn't overly care, as long as it shut up. Which it didn't. Looking at the evil clock she found a note on top of it and her eye twitched.
'Happy First Day! Love Chris'
"CHRIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed throwing the alarm clock at the wall and watching it smash.
Chris Redfield sat in the S.T.A.R.S office and swore he heard someone scream his name. Shrugging, he carried on reading his comic book when it was suddenly snatched from his hands. He looked up at a furious Trinity and gulped.
"Have mercy?"
"Not on your bloody life."
Jill snickered as Trinity rolled up the comic book and started whacking him on the head with it. Chris cowered, covering his head with his arms.
"Ow! I'm sorry!!"
"No you're not!" she hit him again as if she was playing whack-a-mole.
And let me tell you she was a fierce player at whack-a-mole. Trinity took it very seriously.
Hearing someone clear their throat, both turned to see Captain Wesker stood in the doorway to his office, a smirk on his face.
"By all means, continue," he waved a hand.
Chris' jaw dropped, "but Captain!"
He was cut off as Trinity whacked him again, "another alarm clock and you die instead of the clock."
Chris nodded furiously and watched like a deer in headlights as she walked past him, only breathing again once she'd past. That was until the comic hit him on the head again sending him onto the floor. Jill was laughing her head off and Trinity stopped in front of Wesker with a smirk.
"Much better."
Wesker shook his head and let her into his office, following himself and sitting down at his desk.
"Trinity...Birkin..." Wesker looked at her scrutinizing her behind his shades, "any relation to William Birkin?"
"Older brother," she smiled.
He nodded slightly although the information was quite intriguing, even more as he looked over her folder.
"Already completed college and university, you're a very smart young lady."
Trinity blushed slightly at the compliment, "thank you, Captain."
Wesker held the smirk back at her response, from his information she was a smart as her brother, she excelled at science, math, English, physical education and technology.
"You have an impressive record, and I rarely give out compliments."
Trinity shrugged embarrassed, "nah, I'm nothing special."
"It says that you managed to complete advanced genetics and engineering during your first year of college, I'd say that's pretty special."
Wesker put the folder down, thoroughly interested with the woman in front of him. She was only in her early, mid twenties but as smart as her brother, he would have to ask William about her next time they had a meeting.
"I'm sure you know what we do here and there are currently no missions, if you have any questions, ask Chris."
Both stood and Trinity smiled, "brushing me off already?" Wesker opened the door with a raised eyebrow at her, she laughed, "lighten up, you'll have to with me round," she walked out with a laugh.
Wesker shook his head before shutting the door and sitting back down, glancing at her folder.
'Things can get very interesting...'
Trinity left his office feeling quite well with herself. Sure she was playing the joker card; it was always her favourite in a game of cards, but it always got her where she wanted to go. When people played poker, the Joker was always the one card left, abandoned and forgotten, yet a powerful card, the laughing jester on the card showed just that. Laughing at those who tested their luck, knowledge and intelligence. Yep, she loved being a Joker. She remembered doing the same thing once during high school. A group of kids had decided to pick a fight with her and let's just say she had the last laugh.
The memory brought a smile to her face, 'ah! Happy times.'
Chris saw the smile and immediately cowered away from her causing her to laugh evilly. Jill walked over and held out her hand.
"I'm Jill Valentine."
She shook her hand, "Trinity Birkin, professional tormentor of Chris."
Jill laughed, "something tells me we're going to get along very well."
Most of the day passed learning people's names and remembering them. Something Trinity was useless at. Every time she got stuck at a name, Chris would be there with a smirk to whisper the person's name. Trinity would hit him then carry on talking.
Once night began to fall Chris suggested, more like ordered, that they all go out to the nearest bar. Trinity rolled her eyes as most, all the men, agreed happily.
"I'm sticking with you," she whispered to Jill her fast friend.
Surprisingly Wesker joined them as they left. Trinity hadn't figured him as someone who was going to be laid back in a bar...more like being laid back as he destroyed the world. Trinity laughed at that, 'because we all secretly plan World Domination! That was my idea!'
As soon as Chris hooked his arm through hers she raised an eyebrow at him before shaking her head and laughing along with him. They were like brother and sister anyway. Nothing more, nothing less.
Making it to a bar, they sat at a large table; the place was full already of drunks, people getting drunk and the occasional sober man...about to get drunk.
"So! Which unlucky bugger is going to get the drinks?" asked Trinity happily beaming.
As each and every head at the table turned to her, her eye twitched, the smile strained comically.
"Bastards...." she grumbled rummaging in her pocket before feeling money, "oh! I actually have some money!!" she beamed and looked at her fist.
There was silence as they all looked at the $50 monopoly money, a dice, a deck of cards and a lollypop.
"Damn..." Trinity sighed morbidly, "I'm sure there's some somewhere!"
Digging round in each of her pockets she found nothing before clicking, sliding a hand into her boot she pulled out $100. The men cheered happily as she took their orders and went to the bar and ordered.
Faced with a new dilemma, Trinity looked at the many glasses of varying size and alcoholic beverage. She muttered darkly until someone grabbed half of the glasses. Looking up into the shades of Wesker she blinked before smiling.
"Thanks," she grabbed the rest and they managed to get all the glasses to the table without spilling any.
"So..." started Jill, "what was with the pack of cards?"
They all, but Wesker, grimaced as Trinity smirked evilly, "I play poker."
Chris saw Joseph about to ask to play but he shook his head violently, "you don't want to play poker with her, she's 'lady luck' I swear!"
Joseph didn't believe him and Trinity only too happily agreed. They all watched, Wesker intrigued by Chris' words, as the two played. Joseph was also a brilliant poker player who had won many matches against them all.
It was decided that Trinity had the best poker face known to man. Not only did she defeat Joseph once and took twenty dollars from him, she beat him another five times in a row winning overall a hundred dollars, earning her money back with interest from the drinks. Trinity was laughing happily while Joseph moped into his beer. Chris was patting his back reassuringly while even Wesker had a small smirk on his face.
"Any one else want to try their luck?" she asked with an evil gleam in her eyes.
The whole bar shivered.
It was safe to say that towards the end of the night many or all were getting rather tipsy. Chris, Joseph and Brad mostly. Jill still kept her head since she only drank orange juice and Wesker seemed to be able to throw back any alcohol without effect. Trinity however was getting drunk from the six pints she'd put down. Jill shook her head at her new friend.
"Seriously, you're going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow," she said helping Trinity out.
"Pfft!" Trinity waved a hand, "I have the cure to hangover in the fridge, plus, this is nothing!"
Chris' jaw dropped, "you drank more than us! Put together! And what the hell is hangover cure?"
"Made it in college for my teacher, he had the world's biggest hangover so they called me over to make him a cure, worked like a charm!" she boasted happily.
Trinity's foot hit the road curb and found herself falling forwards in a rush. An arm snaked round her waist and pulled her back into a masculine chest. Trinity's senses weren't covered with alcohol and she could smell the same scent that was radiated from only one man she knew. Gulping, she looked up into the face of the Captain and felt her face heat up. Being so close to him made her realize just how handsome he was, and god dammit he was bloody handsome!
"You better not do that on your first mission," he seemed amused.
Her previous thoughts were shot down and she glared at him, albeit playfully, "no promises Captain."
"When you've finished flirting with the Captain," Chris rolled his eyes.
Trinity had leapt on Chris' back, "I'M NOT FLIRTING!!! DON'T MAKE ME KICK YOUR ASS!!!"
"Get off!" he protected his head as she started pummelling him again.
"NOT ON YOUR LIFE!!!"
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