Trixie/DC

Sometime later, Trixie comes back and the two of you discuss how you plan to break the news to the band. Your suggestion is to let them know sometime before the next show, to which Trixie tries to dial them up right then.

After you explain her hungover bandmates are probably not interested, she agrees and leaves to take a shower. You stretch out on the couch a bit and try to wrap your head around the whole situation. It still feels surreal that Trixie just up and did all of this in one day.

Even though she has been spontaneous before, you can typically read what she’s going to do a little before it happens. And just like that, you realize all that attention seeking may have been more than just normal vanity.

“Man I’m an idiot,” you say to yourself.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, you are banging a rock star now,” comes a voice from behind you.

You sit up immediately and look around the room in confusion. Twisting around to look behind you, you see the same girl from the stage. Looking around, you try to find how she got into the room without you noticing.

“Where did you--?” you start to demand, jumping up.

“Chill dude, I’m allowed to be here,” she says, waving a dismissive hand.

Standing up, you glare at her suspiciously, doubting her story. You check her outfit out to see if she might be hiding a gun or something a crazy fan might have. The woman is wearing a simple, albeit tight, t-shirt that was a soft teal color. Her pants are a pair of white slacks, with a pair of fancy looking sneakers at the bottom of them.

“Sure you are. Mind telling me your name then?” you ask, folding your arms.

“My name...” she drifts off with a grin. “...Is Lyra” she says after a dramatic pause.

Both of you go quiet for a moment as she stares forward triumphantly. Eventually, the silence gets to her and she turns to you with a frown.

“Who?” you ask.

“Aw come on man. Lyra! Surely you’ve heard of me,” she says, her expression dropping.

“Nothing’s coming to mind. You president of Trixie’s fanclub or something?”

“President of her-- No! I’m a famous spy,” she says, jerking a thumb to her chest.

“Wouldn’t a famous spy be a bad one?” you ask, furrowing your brow.

She glares at you for a second and makes a choking gesture before folding her arms up and pouting. The two of you return to a silent state as you wait for her to try and explain herself. Instead, she starts to look around the room with a bored expression.

You step towards her again and stand up straighter next to her. You easily have a few inches on her, but she doesn’t seem to notice your intimidating stance.

“Anyway, just wanted to see how things went between you two. Oh, totally called that you wanted to bang her, by the way,” she says, glancing at the portrait of Trixie.

“First of all, what you’re doing right now is a crime. Secondly, no you didn’t, and third you should leave,” you say, stamping your foot down.

Lyra looks at you with a confident smirk and then laughs. You step back and glance from side to side, unsure of how to handle the strange reaction to a legitimate threat.

“Sorry, but come on man, I already told you I’m allowed in here. You’re really uptight for someone who just got some, you know,” she says, brushing past you.

“No I’m-- wait, how exactly do you know I had sex?” you snap back at her.

She moves over to the bar and starts to inspect the various drinks. You move over and grab one bottle from her hand and place it back on the counter, causing her to turn to you with another indignant glare.

“Listen, Trixie knows me, it’s cool,” she says with a roll of her eyes.

“Do you really expect me to take that at face value?” you say, raising an eyebrow.

You hear some footsteps coming down the stairs. Rounding the corner to the hallway, you watch just as Trixie steps off the stairs. Her hair is still dripping wet and she has nothing on except for a light blue towel with her lucky symbol on it.

“Who is that you’re talking to?” she asks.

Just as she says this, you hear a snap from behind you. Swirling around, you watch as Lyra slides a camera back down the front of her pants. Noticing you catching her in the act, she flashes a bright smile up at you.

You fold your arms down at her as Trixie continues towards the both of you.

“What was that about you knowing Trixie again?” you ask, frowning at her.

“Ah haha, well, you see... I have some proof that’ll explain my whole reason for being here in my pocket,” she says, reaching into her right pocket.

As you go to shield Trixie from whatever she might pull out, the girl flashes a large smirk. She then quickly flashes her hands up towards you a spray of some small pebbles bombards your face. You spit out a few stray ones that found their way into your mouth.

“HAHA! You’ll never catch the master spy!” Lyra shouts, dashing for the kitchen window.

You go to give chase, but watching her make the impressive leap straight through the window makes you pause, knowing you aren’t able to make the same jump.

“What on Earth was that?” Trixie asks from behind you.

“I don’t know, she said she knew you or something. I didn’t buy it of course, but she did seem pretty natural in your house,” you remark.

“Looks like we might want to tell people about our relationship a little early then,” Trixie comments, moving towards her bar and reshelving the misplaced bottle.

A sudden smack at the window makes you both glance towards the kitchen. Forcing her head against the glass was a grinning Lyra once again.

“Don’t worry! This is for a personal collection!” she assures you both and gives the thumbs up.

She then dashes away again before either of you can say anything to her.

“Trixie really needs to get locks for her windows...” she mutters to herself.