[Dated October 12th]Trixa's Mama had told her a lot of things over the thousands of years she'd been alive. One of which was pick your battles and second to that, pick your battlegrounds. Tonight, Trixa was doing both. By now, she knew just about the whole story - Kate got bored and angry, Kate went on a little thieving jaunt. Trixa could respect ( Read more... )

Back in Vegas, waaaaaay off the strip, there's a dive bar. Actually, dive might be generous, considering the clientele consisted of alcoholics, alcoholics, and possibly alcoholic bums. The wood on the floor is that dark, glowing wood that bespoke of decades of mops and buckets and sawdust, cleaned up vomit, blood and a hundred other things that ( Read more... )