Post by Merry Christmas on Nov 25, 2016 17:03:45 GMT -5
SLOT & SUDS CASINO - LAS VEGAS, NV - NOVEMBER 1ST, 
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?Las Vegas Skyline is first captured, looking out to the city at night, the bright lights are vibrant. Then in a small casino not on the well-known strip is a blonde woman. She stands in the casino mopping her four hundred and six thousand, nine hundred and eighty-first table, beer and ash on the table that she blots and mops up with her rag that hasn't had the same experience.
Blonde Woman (V.O):
"Another table and no tips. There should be a law or something to tip your waitresses."
"Another table and no tips. There should be a law or something to tip your waitresses."
The blonde woman finishes the table, now puts on the disinfectant spray and changes to a clean sponge to spread the lather and finally swaps to a clean, small towel. The table now clean and germ-free, according to the bottle, the blonde woman goes to the bar, behind it and stocks the cleaning supplies back. She looks to the clock and feels the hands not move. The casino quite dead except a very elderly man, liver spots on his balding head, dirty gray hair around the back of his head and dressed in his gray overcoat, a brown jumper underneath on and he's popping quarters into a machine but gets no payoff.
Seeing him alone, the blonde woman heads over to the elderly man, leaning against the machine next to him and takes a quarter out on her tips, plopping it into the machine and pulls, she had done this every day of her shift, hoping one day she'd win back all the quarters she put into it. "7" She looks at the first slot and didn't get her hopes up, she was right to as a lemon pops up at the second, she didn't bother to look at the final one.
Elderly Gentlemen:
"No luck again, dear?"
"No luck again, dear?"
Hearing his voice made her rub her arms. Her work uniform was always a black midi skirt with a white blouse on, however, she'd made the choice to have a jungle green cardigan on, but still she felt cold from hearing his croaking voice and rubbed her shoulders.
Blonde Woman:
"No, makes me give up on hope, Sam. You're lucky to have Barbara."
"No, makes me give up on hope, Sam. You're lucky to have Barbara."
She stared at his wedding ring on his shaky hand as he pulled out another quarter and popped it into the machine.
Sam:
"Sixty-five years in two months."
"Sixty-five years in two months."
She waited around to see if he planned on continuing the conversation he started but no, she took herself from the machine and walked on her black flat shoes to the bar again, she took a small shot glass.
Male Voice (O.S):
"A lady shouldn't be drinking alone."
"A lady shouldn't be drinking alone."
The blonde woman turns as a man turns to see his hand open up the CD Drive of the Yamaha music system, he cycles through the CD's available in plastic cases, picking out one and pushes the eject button again once he places the new CD on the drive, closing it. Smashing Pumpkins - Bullet With Butterfly Wings plays over the speakers in the room. The blonde woman doesn't appear to enjoy the music, not feeling the vibes of the slow and rock music.
Blonde Woman:
"This music is very depressing, mind if I put on something that doesn't make me want to end my life, handsome?"
"This music is very depressing, mind if I put on something that doesn't make me want to end my life, handsome?"
The blonde woman stares at the man off-screen and walks to the music system, pressing stop and then eject to take out the CD, putting it back on its sleeve and pulls out her personal choice, placing it in and pushes the driver back in. Montell Jordan - This is How Do It plays over the temporary silence as the blonde woman looks to the man for his approval, apparently getting it because she shows a small smile and begins to slowly sway to the music. She feels him continue to watch her as she slowly starts to loosen up in her dance move, using her hips more and more, clapping and waving her hands up in the air, clicking her fingers and mouthing to the words, every few seconds she looks to him for his approval and keeps in rhythm, going as far to offer him a chance to join her. Sadly he passes so she pulls out the big guns by running her hands through her hair while using her hips to sway out in two rhythmic thrusts, the second going further out and repeats on the same side.
Male Voice (O.S):
"You sure have natural rhythm….What do I call you?"
"You sure have natural rhythm….What do I call you?"
The blonde woman gradually walks to him and gets herself in front of him, pointing down to her name tag she wore just above her hemline.
Male Voice (O.S
Chuckling):
"I can't read it with you moving about."
Chuckling):
"I can't read it with you moving about."
Blonde Woman:
"Sounds like a YOU problem."
"Sounds like a YOU problem."
She continues her dance until she looks down, stopping, as the man off-screen takes hold of her skirt to read her name. She smiles back to him.
Male Voice (O.S):
"Lovely name."
"Lovely name."
Blonde Woman:
"Thank you…"
"Thank you…"
The blonde woman looks down at him, pulling her skirt out of his hand to take a step back, looking down over him, glancing every inch of him over with a puzzled look.
Blonde Woman (Cont'd):
"I don't see your name tag."
"I don't see your name tag."
Male Voice (O.S):
"No, I don't. That's unlucky since your one is a nice one."
"No, I don't. That's unlucky since your one is a nice one."
The blonde woman pauses, feeling there be an empty gap, she turns her knee inward slightly as she bows her head as a gesture.
Blonde Woman:
"…Are you going to tell me yours?"
"…Are you going to tell me yours?"
Male Voice (O.S):
"Perhaps, if you answer the next question correctly."
"Perhaps, if you answer the next question correctly."
She looks to him closing one of her eyes narrowly, suspicious. She felt her blood pressure increase and no Capoten to help her bring it down, having been on her take one and miss one policy. She clams her hands up and tilts her head to the left to ask with wonder.
Blonde Woman:
"Alright then, what's the question?"
"Alright then, what's the question?"
Male Voice (O.S):
"Will you have dinner with me tonight, usually one pairs dancing with dinner."
"Will you have dinner with me tonight, usually one pairs dancing with dinner."
Leaning back only slightly, she feels herself swing back to him with the same momentum and lean in at a smaller angle, but she folds her arms symbolically and painstakingly to make a point.
Blonde Woman
(Speaking clearly and loudly):
"Out of sheer curiosity…and a little bit of hunger, I'll gladly be your dinner guest. However, no fast food, I don't eat that crap."
(Speaking clearly and loudly):
"Out of sheer curiosity…and a little bit of hunger, I'll gladly be your dinner guest. However, no fast food, I don't eat that crap."
Male Voice (O.S):
"Since that trashy song finished, you got long on your shift?"
"Since that trashy song finished, you got long on your shift?"
Blonde Woman:
"Someone should cover for me, I'm a bit of a whirlwind."
"Someone should cover for me, I'm a bit of a whirlwind."
Male Voice (O.S
Sarcastically):
"Oh dear."
Sarcastically):
"Oh dear."
TRIXIE'S OLD APARTMENT - LAS VEGAS, NV - JUNE 21ST, 2015
TRIXIE:
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
Trixie pokes her head through the door of the second-floor apartment. The beige door with a tiny bit of nail polish stained on the back of the door open to the apartment that has a small living room. A two seater couch with a brand new glass coffee table with so many magazines underneath on fashion, bridal magazines, people magazine among others. The window with curtains blowing from the breeze. Trixie takes a step inside to glance at the tiny kitchen that adjoins the living room but sees nobody there, just a small box of Green Chef, the new Paleo diet printed on the box and Trixie just raises her eyebrows at it. She walked down the hallway to knock on the first door on the left.
TRIXIE:
"Hello? Anybody in here?"
"Hello? Anybody in here?"
Trixie always knocked a second time louder and listened for all but three seconds, she listened intently for the sound of running water or a reply.
TRIXIE
(Under her Breath):
"One…two…three…four…five…six…"
(Under her Breath):
"One…two…three…four…five…six…"
Trixie opened the door to the bathroom to find a highly girly bathroom. A padded carpet mat in the style of a flower at the toilet seat, a plethora of beauty products on the unit to the left with three drawers available, two electric toothbrushes on charge as well as a variety of bras hung on the hooks. Trixie spies no sign of life and closes the door, she walks past the door on the right and knocks on the door to the left.
TRIXIE:
"Are you in here? Mom??"
"Are you in here? Mom??"
Trixie knocks again, loud as the last time and then a flat handed bang.
TRIXIE:
"Have you got company?"
"Have you got company?"
Trixie knocks one final time and puts her hand onto the brass doorknob, turning it but five degrees.
TRIXIE
(Under her Breath):
"One…two…three…four…five…six…"
(Under her Breath):
"One…two…three…four…five…six…"
She opened the door to find a bedroom, a double bed with a large headboard in the center of the room with two small and thin, wooden night stands with a lamp on each. A grand wardrobe off to the right next to a window. Trixie took a look around and saw the tip jar on the dresser, putting into the jaw a twenty-dollar bill from her own pocket.
TRIXIE:
"Love you, mom."
"Love you, mom."
With no one in the house, she takes off her coat. Wearing a greenish-brown military chic fashioned coat that wasn't styled to close of cover all her back or stomach. Trixie flings it off onto the couch and gets herself a seat on the couch. She now digs through her coat to find a small business card. Trixie dials up the number on her panda skin phone and waits for the dial.
Man on the other line (O.S):
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
TRIXIE:
"Hi, this is Trixie. We spoke over the phone about possibly letting me..."
"Hi, this is Trixie. We spoke over the phone about possibly letting me..."
Trixie covers the phone in a half-cone shape with her hand.
TRIXIE (CONT'D
Whispering):
"Compete in the ring"
Whispering):
"Compete in the ring"
Man on the other line (O.S):
"We are always looking for brand new talent, have you had any experience?"
"We are always looking for brand new talent, have you had any experience?"
TRIXIE:
"Not really, I guess you could say I'm a virgin at this..."
"Not really, I guess you could say I'm a virgin at this..."
Trixie notices a small silence and a chuckle eventually on the phone from the man she was speaking too. Trixie pulls down her hair from the ponytail with one quick pull of her scrunchy and fiddles with it in her hand, stretching it between her fingers of the sorts.
Man on the other line (O.S):
"Right, well I'm very certain we can book you in a match up on our New York card, can you get yourself to Manhattan for the twenty-ninth of June?"
"Right, well I'm very certain we can book you in a match up on our New York card, can you get yourself to Manhattan for the twenty-ninth of June?"
TRIXIE:
"Do you send me the plane ticket to my email address, I'd prefer to fly than take a bus if I'm honest."
"Do you send me the plane ticket to my email address, I'd prefer to fly than take a bus if I'm honest."
Man on the other line (O.S):
"Trixie, Trixie. I am flattered you think we have that money but we're a small independent promotion. You have to make the fly there and we will pay you for appearing."
"Trixie, Trixie. I am flattered you think we have that money but we're a small independent promotion. You have to make the fly there and we will pay you for appearing."
Trixie pulls her face back in shock at the news.
TRIXIE:
"Oh. I didn't realize, I thought it was paid travel, like the big companies do."
"Oh. I didn't realize, I thought it was paid travel, like the big companies do."
Man on the other line (O.S):
"Maybe one day we'll be in that position. We'll book you if you're interested in competing with us."
"Maybe one day we'll be in that position. We'll book you if you're interested in competing with us."
TRIXIE:
"Yes. I want to start getting out there and stuff. I kind of need to get my feet wet but at least I'll be on TV."
"Yes. I want to start getting out there and stuff. I kind of need to get my feet wet but at least I'll be on TV."
Trixie's smile returns, she gets a shake in her legs from all the excitement as she spies down to a magazine, envisioning herself on the cover, until…
Man on the other line (O.S):
"You really are new. We operate on an on demand service, people either buy a subscription or they can buy our shows individually for download, you won't be on TV in the traditional sense."
"You really are new. We operate on an on demand service, people either buy a subscription or they can buy our shows individually for download, you won't be on TV in the traditional sense."
Trixie covers the phone with her hand with the scrunchy, looking up to the ceiling and tuts loudly. She returns to the phone, now pointing downwards with her hand to make a point.
TRIXIE:
"Right, I'm just going to agree to Manhattan before I hear any more bad news about this place. I'll get myself to Manhattan, can you email me the details or should I wait for the bird to fly to my apartment with a map tied to its leg?"
"Right, I'm just going to agree to Manhattan before I hear any more bad news about this place. I'll get myself to Manhattan, can you email me the details or should I wait for the bird to fly to my apartment with a map tied to its leg?"
Trixie rolls her eyes and hears the man chuckle again.
Man on the other line (O.S):
"I will email you the details and we're happy to have you."
"I will email you the details and we're happy to have you."
Trixie clicks end call, the big red phone button and goes into her call history to delete the last call she made. Trixie next grabs her business card as she hears footsteps out in the hallway, she looks to see the door open, wide eyed and forgetting to close it, she takes the card and puts it in her mouth. It was a woman coming to the door, a Hispanic lady (33), broad but just under the overweight line. The lady gives Trixie a friendly wave.
Lady):
"Hola Trixie!"
"Hola Trixie!"
Trixie gives her a wave back and a closed mouth smile. The hispanic woman takes a nosy look into their apartment and makes a gesture to her coat on the couch.
Lady:
"You should fold your clothes up, nice and tidy, yes?"
"You should fold your clothes up, nice and tidy, yes?"
Trixie gives a gritted laugh as she nods again and turns grabs the coat to turn her back, spitting out the card as silently as she could to slot it back in her coat pocket and stands up to fold it.
TRIXIE:
"Of course, Ana, I just got back from a day out so I wanted to crash. Have you seen my mom?"
"Of course, Ana, I just got back from a day out so I wanted to crash. Have you seen my mom?"
Ana:
"No, sorry. If she doesn't come back by eight o'clock, you are welcomed to come over and eat with me and Ernesto."
"No, sorry. If she doesn't come back by eight o'clock, you are welcomed to come over and eat with me and Ernesto."
TRIXIE:
"That's kind of you! Thank you sweetie but I have food."
"That's kind of you! Thank you sweetie but I have food."
Trixie looks to the box and Ana has to lean in a little to see the Green Chef box. Trixie rubs her stomach that she's been keeping flat.
TRIXIE:
"It's a new diet I'm on, but thank you, I'll totally take you up on a dinner some other time."
"It's a new diet I'm on, but thank you, I'll totally take you up on a dinner some other time."
Ana:
"Alright, if you get hungry, you can come over. You're getting to skinny."
"Alright, if you get hungry, you can come over. You're getting to skinny."
Trixie gives her a nice smile back and flattens down her fitted t-shirt over her stomach.
TRIXIE:
"Thank you! I'll try to come over."
"Thank you! I'll try to come over."
Ana:
"Albondigas y espaghetti."
"Albondigas y espaghetti."
TRIXIE:
"I'm sorry?"
"I'm sorry?"
Ana:
"You need to work on your Spanish, Trixie. Albondigas y espaghetti is meat ball and pasta."
"You need to work on your Spanish, Trixie. Albondigas y espaghetti is meat ball and pasta."
Trixie gets closer to the door and slowly starts to close the door and keeps a polite smile on as she listens.
TRIXIE:
"How lovely, I'll try to, maybe…"
"How lovely, I'll try to, maybe…"
Ana:
"Eight o'clock"
"Eight o'clock"
TRIXIE:
"I remember…um…adios"
"I remember…um…adios"
Trixie finally gets the door closed and looks over her stomach and then grabs her phone, pulling up messenger to send a quick text.
TRIXIE (V.O
Texting):
"Hi Mom, I'm back home and I've eaten. You got a brand new order in and it's on the counter for you. Hope you had a good day. Be careful. Love you lots and lots. Hugs and Kisses."
Texting):
"Hi Mom, I'm back home and I've eaten. You got a brand new order in and it's on the counter for you. Hope you had a good day. Be careful. Love you lots and lots. Hugs and Kisses."
And with that Trixie gets her phone on charge and goes to leave to the hallway only to run back and check her phone, pull up her call list and see the last number she dialled was for LACEY WILLOWS. Taking a breath with her neck back, Trixie puts her phone back on charge on the coffee table and walks to the hallway. She runs back to pick up her coat, pulling out the card and tucks it inside of her bra before she finds another ten dollars. Trixie heads to her mother's bedroom to put the money into her tip jar and exits, opening the door to her bedroom and walks inside.
INTERIOR. DEVLIN & TRIXIE'S HOME (FRONT ROOM) - VEGAS, NV - NOVEMBER 23RD 2016, MORNING
In the living room of Devlin & Trixie’s Vegas home sits Trixie on the couch, blanket over her legs, a sleeved blanket over her top, the phone tumbled to the floor and she lies on her side, not facing the television which is playing some news in the background. She slowly raises her head up to sit it on the cushion and looks to the padded back in front of her, staring at the grooves in the leather, the dots, forming images in her head while her mind wanders in thought. Peeking over the back of the couch, we see Devlin peering down at his girlfriend.
DevIin Scott:
"Hey Trix, you okay babe? You’ve been quiet. And you aren’t even watching the television?"
"Hey Trix, you okay babe? You’ve been quiet. And you aren’t even watching the television?"
He seems concerned; Trixie was normally a never ending ball of energy that was equal parts fun and annoying. She never let Devlin relax for a minute, but he truly enjoyed every second he had with her.
DevIin Scott:
"What’s going on, babe?"
"What’s going on, babe?"
Trixie lets out a sigh, not moving in much grace, solely to curl up her legs into a little ball and a small exhale of breath onto the couch back as she speaks quietly and soft.
TRIXIE:
"Nothing, I’m fine."
"Nothing, I’m fine."
Slowly curling tighter up, and feels a few strands of her hair fall from her ear in front of her, not moving them and leaving them in front of her to only mildly obscure her vision. Now willing to give up that easy, it was time Devlin took matters into his own hands.
DevIin Scott:
"Oh, you are fine? Okay… well…"
"Oh, you are fine? Okay… well…"
Devlin reaches out and grabs behind her knees; he tickles her until she is trying her hardest to not giggle and pull away from him.
DevIin Scott:
"Don’t fight the tickle monster, Trixie. I think he will stop when you come clean about what is wrong. You’ve proved your point to Anton. You are the Trixie Champion. And you are dating the best looking dude in the world. What could possibly be wrong?"
"Don’t fight the tickle monster, Trixie. I think he will stop when you come clean about what is wrong. You’ve proved your point to Anton. You are the Trixie Champion. And you are dating the best looking dude in the world. What could possibly be wrong?"
Devlin was joking obviously. He knew that he was probably the second or third best looking. Channing Tatum was one hell of a man. Trixie does her best to not break into a smile as she does her best to keep away but breaks her silence with a soft-spoken manner again.
TRIXIE:
"I’ll tell you, just...please…"
"I’ll tell you, just...please…"
As Devlin stops, she swings onto her hips almost in sync to his speed of pulling his hands back, putting her feet on the floor, staring at them, she spies her phone and rolls her eyes. Trixie places her hands on her knees and squeezes them, debating with herself and decides to speak.
TRIXIE:
"My mom has cancelled on me for thanksgiving, she’s gone to Florida so I just feel abandoned, no offense, but mother-daughter love, I’m hurt."
"My mom has cancelled on me for thanksgiving, she’s gone to Florida so I just feel abandoned, no offense, but mother-daughter love, I’m hurt."
Trixie slowly sinks out of somewhat good posture into a slumpish, defeated one with her back being on the seat cushion and her head near the bottom of the backrest.
TRIXIE:
"She’s been my one and only for so long, I was just shocked to hear she’s decided to go off somewhere else for someone else."
"She’s been my one and only for so long, I was just shocked to hear she’s decided to go off somewhere else for someone else."
DevIin Scott:
"For who?"
"For who?"
Devlin hops over the back of the couch and slides his butt down the back cushion, plopping himself next to her. He wraps his arm around her to comfort her.
DevIin Scott:
"And it is her loss… I heard that Trixie is THE BEST person to be around during the holidays."
"And it is her loss… I heard that Trixie is THE BEST person to be around during the holidays."
Devlin said knowing that Trixie talked up a pretty good game about the holidays, and this was the first Devlin and Trixie would spend together.
DevIin Scott:
"I am sure that we can find something better to do. Maybe start our own tradition or something?"
"I am sure that we can find something better to do. Maybe start our own tradition or something?"
Trixie stared on at her knuckles as he spoke to her, trying to find the spirit to false smile even but was not there to give a false sense of security. She looks over to him only slightly at the sound of own tradition ringing in her ear.
TRIXIE:
"She went with her new boyfriend; Jerry."
"She went with her new boyfriend; Jerry."
Trixie tuts and kicks the air in front of her, crossing her calves as she bends her legs once more, almost keeping the cross tight to let out a little frustration on herself.
TRIXIE:
"For twenty years we’ve always been together, it wasn’t fancy or big like they do on TV, but it was us two, we worked through all the issues we had and knew we had one another, feels like Jerry is the new person getting all my mom’s attention."
"For twenty years we’ve always been together, it wasn’t fancy or big like they do on TV, but it was us two, we worked through all the issues we had and knew we had one another, feels like Jerry is the new person getting all my mom’s attention."
Trixie turns her head back to her knees again, then glancing at the television to see some news anchor talking.
TRIXIE:
"Can we turn the news off? I’ve had enough of it for one day."
"Can we turn the news off? I’ve had enough of it for one day."
Devlin grabs the remote and shuts the television off. We were a day before Thanksgiving and plans falling apart meant a scramble to have something. But for Devlin, he wanted to do it calmly and in a way that let Trixie know he cared for her and that it would be fine without her mom.
DevIin Scott:
"The way I see it… we can go to Florida. We can find friends to spend the day with. We can throw our own feast."
"The way I see it… we can go to Florida. We can find friends to spend the day with. We can throw our own feast."
He pauses, and a smirk comes across his family.
DevIin Scott:
"Or we can spend it alone. She wants to be selfish and be alone with Jerry. And my two cents, he sounds old, fat, and bald."
"Or we can spend it alone. She wants to be selfish and be alone with Jerry. And my two cents, he sounds old, fat, and bald."
He catches Trixie with a chuckle.
DevIin Scott:
"Money can buy a lot. And it comes with power. So why not use it? I can plan a great long weekend for us. A feast to be remember. And a Devlin and Trixie tradition to be had. You’re pick, babe."
"Money can buy a lot. And it comes with power. So why not use it? I can plan a great long weekend for us. A feast to be remember. And a Devlin and Trixie tradition to be had. You’re pick, babe."
He slides off the couch and crouches down in front of her.
DevIin Scott:
"Whatever you want to do. Say the word."
"Whatever you want to do. Say the word."
He takes her hand.
DevIin Scott:
"Your wish is my command."
"Your wish is my command."
He kisses her hand. Trixie looks down and slowly brings a smile as she leans only slightly forward, feeling more confident, the posture was all wrong and she withdrew her hand only to get herself up so she could sit straighter.
TRIXIE:
"So you’re like a genie? I get three wishes and you’ll do them for...Princess Trixie?"
"So you’re like a genie? I get three wishes and you’ll do them for...Princess Trixie?"
He nods.
DevIin Scott:
"Exactly."
"Exactly."
Trixie taps her chin in thought over what she wanted, her other hand now resting on her lap motionlessly, no squeezing herself as she hums semi-quietly until her mind starts working like clockwork.
TRIXIE:
"Maybe we could go and do some snow activities? I’d love to go to Vermont and maybe do couples skiing. I DON’T want to go to Florida, instead I’d like to do Thanksgiving in a really nice and fancy penthouse, so we can look over Vegas like a Princess and her genie/Prince. Then Vermont before we have to do the show in Dallas."
"Maybe we could go and do some snow activities? I’d love to go to Vermont and maybe do couples skiing. I DON’T want to go to Florida, instead I’d like to do Thanksgiving in a really nice and fancy penthouse, so we can look over Vegas like a Princess and her genie/Prince. Then Vermont before we have to do the show in Dallas."
He nods.
DevIin Scott:
"Okay. I love that idea. So Thanksgiving in a nice penthouse. Then skiiing. Well Vermont is on the East Coast. And there is definitely a city with plenty of penthouses… for Thanksgiving."
"Okay. I love that idea. So Thanksgiving in a nice penthouse. Then skiiing. Well Vermont is on the East Coast. And there is definitely a city with plenty of penthouses… for Thanksgiving."
He taps his chin this time.
DevIin Scott:
"Have you ever seen the Macy’s Parade up close?"
"Have you ever seen the Macy’s Parade up close?"
He smirks, hinting at going to New York City. Trixie shakes her head a little but gives him a little smirk back.
TRIXIE:
"No….I haven’t, we did go to that one hotel which was nice and I got to stock up on some nice clothes from Times Square, do you still have that watch you bought?"
"No….I haven’t, we did go to that one hotel which was nice and I got to stock up on some nice clothes from Times Square, do you still have that watch you bought?"
He pulls out his wrist and shows her.
DevIin Scott:
"Yes, I do."
"Yes, I do."
He smiles.
DevIin Scott:
"So New York? And then Vermont? Got it. I will get on the phone making some calls. No business calls the entire trip. Just my girl and me. Why don’t you go and get packed? I will get the private jet to fly us. I’ll tell them to fuel up."
"So New York? And then Vermont? Got it. I will get on the phone making some calls. No business calls the entire trip. Just my girl and me. Why don’t you go and get packed? I will get the private jet to fly us. I’ll tell them to fuel up."
He stands up and turns to walk away, before pausing, turning back, and kissing her on the lips. Trixie was more the receiver of the kiss as she stares back into his eyes, giving him a little bigger smirk, not yet a smile but uses him to stand up and, in doing so, holds him close to hug.
TRIXIE:
"Thank you for being there for me. I really do appreciate it."
"Thank you for being there for me. I really do appreciate it."
Trixie from having her chin on his shoulder to turning her face into his neck, leaving a print on his shirt a sacrifice to take in his scent and rest for just a few moments, feeling his comforting rubs to her back, no taking advantage of her, she even let a tear roll out and onto him.
TRIXIE:
"Sorry, I’m making a mess of your blazer."
"Sorry, I’m making a mess of your blazer."
Trixie muffles into his neck/clothes and pulls herself off, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Devlin takes his sleeve and wipes her eyes, not caring about the mess.
DevIin Scott:
"It’s fine. Anything for you."
"It’s fine. Anything for you."
He smiles, and kisses her forehead.
DevIin Scott:
"You need to cheer up. We are going to have an amazing weekend and your mom is going to be jealous of you. Screw her and Jerry. This is Trixie and Devlin’s Wonderful Weekend of Turkey, Parades, and Skiiing!"
"You need to cheer up. We are going to have an amazing weekend and your mom is going to be jealous of you. Screw her and Jerry. This is Trixie and Devlin’s Wonderful Weekend of Turkey, Parades, and Skiiing!"
He jokes to her.
TRIXIE:
"Close, Trixie and Devie’s Wonderful Weekend of Turkey, Parades, Skiing and Smores, I really fancy them for a treat when we get out there."
"Close, Trixie and Devie’s Wonderful Weekend of Turkey, Parades, Skiing and Smores, I really fancy them for a treat when we get out there."
She just does one more wipe and spots her red eyes in the mirror.
TRIXIE:
"I’ll need a few minutes to be all lovely looking again, I look so messy and not private jet ready."
"I’ll need a few minutes to be all lovely looking again, I look so messy and not private jet ready."
Trixie plants one kiss to his cheek, holding the very same cheek with her hand and slowly peels it off as she walks to the bedroom with her sleeved blanket, having to shuffle so she doesn’t trip.
TRIXIE:
"You better not be laughing at me."
"You better not be laughing at me."
DevIin Scott:
"Never."
"Never."
He grabs his phone and begins to dial up the pilot to get the jet fuelled up. Trixie gets herself all packed up as Devlin makes the plans and reservations.
INTERIOR. VERMONT HOTEL ROOM - VERMONT - NOVEMBER 25TH, 2016, EVENING
ON-CAMERA
ON-CAMERA
Trixie turns on the camera to show her all bundled up in a hat, striped, pink then white then grey then purple and a mix of pink and purple fuzzy ball on the top of the snow hat. She couples this with a salmon pink hoody with a grey turtle neck fitted jumper underneath. Some black leggings and calf high uggs. Pulling out of her back her Trixie Championship belt.
TRIXIE:
"So I know you were all expecting to see me dressed as Santa, but I felt this was far more comfortable of an outfit considering how lovely Vermont can be. Now this is the first match I didn't like Devie booking me in. Whatever intern he hired to promote the fight as…"
"So I know you were all expecting to see me dressed as Santa, but I felt this was far more comfortable of an outfit considering how lovely Vermont can be. Now this is the first match I didn't like Devie booking me in. Whatever intern he hired to promote the fight as…"
Trixie pulls up her phone, now looking at the screen than at the camera in the hotel room.
TRIXIE:
""Were not able to take the Genesis Championship away from Anton Chase; which one will set themselves above the rest?""
""Were not able to take the Genesis Championship away from Anton Chase; which one will set themselves above the rest?""
Trixie looks at the camera with a very furrowed brow and then back at the phone, putting it down and shakes it off.
TRIXIE:
"I'm better than the rest. I never lost to Anton, I beat him…ok not one, two, three, but a win is a win and that's reason number one. Number two, guess who? I'm a girl and I'm the first and only girl to ever have the chance to fight a champion in Redemption Wrestling outside of the tag team division. So I'm like a role model there, eat your heart out Giovanna."
"I'm better than the rest. I never lost to Anton, I beat him…ok not one, two, three, but a win is a win and that's reason number one. Number two, guess who? I'm a girl and I'm the first and only girl to ever have the chance to fight a champion in Redemption Wrestling outside of the tag team division. So I'm like a role model there, eat your heart out Giovanna."
Trixie takes a moment, brief, to stare at the camera and then holds up three fingers fanned out.
TRIXIE:
"Number three; well let's see. I think if you look at our Redemption time, I'm more experienced in this company and yes, we have the same number of wins, but company experience is very important and Trixie, the Trixie Champion has just a smidge more than you boys."
"Number three; well let's see. I think if you look at our Redemption time, I'm more experienced in this company and yes, we have the same number of wins, but company experience is very important and Trixie, the Trixie Champion has just a smidge more than you boys."
Trixie's pinkie now gets extended.
TRIXIE:
"Number four; and there's more. Triple Threats allow for the creative to be smart. Despite my hair color and the nasty stigma associated with it, I'm smart, like totally smart. I can use this match to my full and total advantage to be like you boys and have the 50% win percentage…while you drop down to 40%, oh dear…but oh well."
"Number four; and there's more. Triple Threats allow for the creative to be smart. Despite my hair color and the nasty stigma associated with it, I'm smart, like totally smart. I can use this match to my full and total advantage to be like you boys and have the 50% win percentage…while you drop down to 40%, oh dear…but oh well."
And Trixie shrugs with her lips firmly pressed together before she holds a full hand open.
TRIXIE:
"Number five; I'm alive. That tag team match pushed me quite far on my threshold. But I didn't quit and I showed that even though I'm the Trixie Champion for more than being a …."Five dollar hooker"…I'm a Genesis Champion unofficially, that's what you can start calling me Anton, the Unofficial Genesis Champion. When he beat you, Xaviar and Yujiro, he was carrying my title. I made a message last show, a very christmas themed message to show you I'd become a double champion, a girl can NEVER have too many belts. You've thrown your best at me in that match, so did Damon and Aurora, who won questionably but a win is a win, and the point is, I'm a tough girl who can hit back as good as I get."
"Number five; I'm alive. That tag team match pushed me quite far on my threshold. But I didn't quit and I showed that even though I'm the Trixie Champion for more than being a …."Five dollar hooker"…I'm a Genesis Champion unofficially, that's what you can start calling me Anton, the Unofficial Genesis Champion. When he beat you, Xaviar and Yujiro, he was carrying my title. I made a message last show, a very christmas themed message to show you I'd become a double champion, a girl can NEVER have too many belts. You've thrown your best at me in that match, so did Damon and Aurora, who won questionably but a win is a win, and the point is, I'm a tough girl who can hit back as good as I get."
Trixie then holds up her next hand, index finger up.
TRIXIE:
"Number Six; They call me Tricks. You both had your shots after me. I had my match, won and you were next in line. So I'm a much, much, MUCH bigger deal than you both are, despite what you may or may not have done, Redemption is the Trixie show featuring some fellas and girls, every great star has a little trouble at the beginning, a little 'Redemption' before the grand finale and look at what is coming up? Winter Solstice."
"Number Six; They call me Tricks. You both had your shots after me. I had my match, won and you were next in line. So I'm a much, much, MUCH bigger deal than you both are, despite what you may or may not have done, Redemption is the Trixie show featuring some fellas and girls, every great star has a little trouble at the beginning, a little 'Redemption' before the grand finale and look at what is coming up? Winter Solstice."
Trixie takes a look behind her to the view, a few slopes and turns back to the camera.
TRIXIE:
"I know Avery Miles will do his best to win his triple, I'll be doing the exact same thing. It will be such a lovely christmas dinner, just picture it; Taylor and Brooky, Avery with the G-O-L Rey de Reyes, which he'll totally retain, the Heavyweight Championship and then me with my Redemption Wrestling Genesis Championship as well as my Trixie Championship, feeding my big winner for beating Johnny Maverick."
"I know Avery Miles will do his best to win his triple, I'll be doing the exact same thing. It will be such a lovely christmas dinner, just picture it; Taylor and Brooky, Avery with the G-O-L Rey de Reyes, which he'll totally retain, the Heavyweight Championship and then me with my Redemption Wrestling Genesis Championship as well as my Trixie Championship, feeding my big winner for beating Johnny Maverick."
Trixie holds up her Trixie Championship to the camera, making sure to rest it on her shoulder so it hides one of the drawstrings on her hooded jumper. Trixie now holds up seven fingers.
TRIXIE:
"And Number Seven; Devl-en, Devlin, Devie. He believed in me and he's been there for me recently. I want to bring my man a belt and show him he's put good money in me. The triple threat was poorly taglined and he'll get an earful of it as we go up those ski elevator thingies, but he's put the best in a match with, good but not great talent. Thanks Devie."
"And Number Seven; Devl-en, Devlin, Devie. He believed in me and he's been there for me recently. I want to bring my man a belt and show him he's put good money in me. The triple threat was poorly taglined and he'll get an earful of it as we go up those ski elevator thingies, but he's put the best in a match with, good but not great talent. Thanks Devie."
DevIin Scott (O.S):
"Trixie! Are you ready? I want to ski."
"Trixie! Are you ready? I want to ski."
TRIXIE
(Shouting):
"One second, Devie!"
(Shouting):
"One second, Devie!"
Trixie looks to the door, just past the camera and then back to the camera to wave.
TRIXIE:
"Have to go, toodles."
"Have to go, toodles."
END
