NYE Continued for Trixa

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If he pressed, she wouldn't say know. Elevators were certainly places for bad decisions... or good decisions as the case might be. Trixa had no illusion about what she was looking for tonight and as such she leaned back against the elevator wall and ran a finger down the edge of his jacket.

"Suits you. The southern gentleman in Victorian garb."

Trip was unable to stop himself from looking down, following her finger. "Ya think? The clothes have been giving me a hell of time. Stuffier then my ole' uniform, that's for sure." Then he lightly ran a hand down her hip. "I shoulda done the ignoring it route, like it you. Not that ya wouldn't have stood out in the crowd tonight anyway..."

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"When I aim to make an impression, I don't do it half-way." Leaning into the touch she pulled at the jacket, smirking. Tonight she wanted to be noticed, for just this reason, to get someone to do that noticing, to get someone to want her.

"And if those clothes are too stuffy, we should get you out of them don't you think?"