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When Trista makes up her mind she is not one to give in.
She is tough. She always has been.
She will remove herself from the situation if she has to...she will not let Warrick break her down.
She said 'No' and she meant it.
She will NOT be with Warrick Brown.
Right?
Nick saw her come out the sliding glass doors looking terribly flustered and upset. He immediately knew. He knew that she just had some kind of altercation with Warrick. His stomach sank when he saw her head for the bar. He watched as she grabbed the bottle of tequila and walk to the lawn chair that was farther back in the yard. "Not even a shot glass, Trista? It's that bad now?" Nick mumbled feeling upset for her. "No way, uh uh," he shook his head,"there is no way I am gonna let you do this…I don't care," he said silently storming directly over to her.
Nick walked up behind Trista sitting in her chair, leaned over her shoulder and grabbed the bottle of tequila that she had heading for her lips, right out of her hands. It startled her; she hadn't seen him come up behind her.
"HEY!" she growled and turned to look at whomever it was that swiped the bottle out from under her.
"Hey nothin'! You are not going to make yourself sick, Trista!"
"Mind your own business, Stokes…worry about your wife."
"Nah, no way, I am not gonna mind my own business! I care way too much about you to watch you drown yourself in tequila. I can't watch you get yourself so plastered you will pass out cold or puke your guts up. I don't know what has you this upset but friends don't watch each other hurt themselves, sorry but NO."
"Fine, Nick…you know best right? You know how to save the world…it's what you do!" she said standing up from her chair.
Nick could see the sadness and defensiveness in her eyes.
"Yea, I save the world and I know what's best…I guess so if that means I am taking this away from you," he raised his eyebrows and shrugged never losing his calm or his insistence.
"Whatever, Superman," she snipped at him and turned and stormed off into the house.
Jules looked up in time to see Trista getting mad at Nick. She squinted her eyes with confusion. She knew Trista was pretty drunk but it wasn't like Nick to get in her face. She got up from her chair and walked over to where Nick stood alone with a bottle of tequila in his hand.
"You doing shots now, Cowboy?" she tilted her head inquisitively as she asked.
"Nah, not me. I'm sticking to beer," he told his wife without going into detail.
"What was that about?" Jules cut right to the chase.
"Aw, she's mad at me because I took her tequila away. She's gonna get sick, Babe…I can see it coming," he told her.
"Well, it must be bad if you stepped in," she shrugged trusting his opinion.
"Oh yeah, she was about to drown herself in a tequila bottle."
"Huh," she furrowed her brow and looked over to see where her best friend went, "I wonder what has got her to a place where she wants to get that drunk?" she wondered.
Nick sighed but offered no information.
"Come on, Darlin', I need to go flip some more burgers," he smiled at her dodging any more questions.
"Ohhh good because I am starving."
Trista stormed back inside passing Warrick on the way down the hall.
"Where you going?" he asked confused.
"I forgot something upstairs but it's really none of your business now is it?" she quipped.
"Whoa…well okay then," he shook his head and kept walking.
Trista didn't care about how nasty she just got with Warrick. She was already in numb mode. She was already hardened and it was exactly where she had wanted to be. She headed into Jules' bedroom and straight to the bathroom. She pulled open the drawer, grabbed the make up case again and put on ever more. She found some mousse, put it through her hair and scrunched it up allowing the waves to frame her pretty face.
She stared at herself and then turned to the side to see how she looked all around.
She walked out and over to the phone on Nick's nightstand. She opened the drawer and pulled out the phone book. Leafing through it she found a taxi service. She knew she was too drunk to drive but she couldn't stay there. She needed to go out. She needed to go to a club and dance. She needed to flirt with men and feel no pain.
She called the taxi service and ordered a taxi at the Stokes' address.
As she waited she went through Jules' closet and found a nicer dress than the cotton one. She found a tight, short, little, black dress and put it on. Walking over to the jewelry box, she dazzled herself up with chunky silver accessories.
Sneaking downstairs and slinking into the living room, she grabbed her purse and her shoes and she sneaked out the front door. Sitting on the front steps she listened to the loud music coming from the backyard and waited. She was in deep thought when one of Nick's friend's came walking around to the front to smoke a cigarette. He startled her.
"Hey, what's a pretty lady like you doing all alone out here," he smiled.
"Hey, Griffin," she smiled back.
"You look pretty…all dressed up?…you going somewhere?" he asked confused by her appearance.
"Yeah, I need to go dancing. Thought I would hit Vipers and Vixens…there is always some wild shit going on there," she laughed.
"Wow, yeah, I'd say…definitely a crazy joint…I guess you are looking for more action than you can find in Stokes' backyard? I'm having a good time back there…you sure you wanna leave?"
"Yyyyep," she said flatly.
"Well, you can't drive…you know that, right?" he looked at her seriously and took a drag of his cigarette.
"Of course…I'm waiting for a taxi."
"Wow, you really are determined. Well, have a good time," he laughed and flipped his cigarette butt across the lawn.
"Oh I will, Griff, I will" she smiled as the taxi pulled up in front of the house.
Grabbing her purse, she stumbled over to the cab, jumped in and told the driver where she wanted to go.
Trista was leaving not just her best friend's party…
…she was leaving her troubling emotions behind as well.