Trixie Bee Savage was what you could call a Jack of all Trades. She has mastered all kinds of strange or meager job titles with low pay. She was a hard worker, but a high school diploma and a trailer trash background could only get you so far in some areas of the world. She was finally beginning to set herself up with better work besides her bartending gig, some risqué modeling, and things were looking good. She was hoping it would help her to escape secretarial duties under a perverted slave driver in a soulless building. She was tired of wearing suffocating pant suits and sleeved dresses to hide her many tattoos. Tired of smelling like printer ink, old man’s cologne, and fucking paper cuts. Tired of riding the long ass elevator ride back down to the main lobby!<br/><br/>The day had started out simple enough. She sat up with a haggard yawn and glanced at her alarm clock in hate. The Tipsy Lady needed her to work a late shift last night despite it being Wednesday and her only late working shifts were on Thursday nights through Saturday. She got home around three am and was now waking up at seven. Groaning she rolled her naked body off her futon, stuck her slender feet into a pair of fluffy bunny slippers, and waddled to the kitchen. She almost tripped on a snag in the old black carpet of her pathetic, little apartment above a tattoo parlor in Chinatown, Seattle. Flipping her coffee pot on and smothering a bagel with butter and honey the woman shuffled into her bathroom and turned on her shower. She sat on the toilet and ate her bagel sleepily while waiting for the damned pipes to get hot water up to her. The whole place was sputtering and moaning until the shower head shuddered spurting water out like a bad porno. When the stream became steady she climbed in and scrubbed at her body with coconut and rosemary scented soaps she made.<br/><br/>Then she threw on a white ruffle-collared blouse, a pair of short heeled ivory pumps, and a pair of black suit trousers over her long legs. Ears made pretty with a pair of Chinese, dangling dragons and her defined throat bare of any jewelry. Her makeup was light, some peach blush and soft eye-makeup. Then she quickly brushed her teeth and her hair last. She made sure to part her hair just right to cover the short shaven parts before re-entering her kitchen to take a cup of black coffee and her night work bag to go. A typical and boring Thursday morning routine for Trixie.<br/><br/>The day went by slow, her female boss putting the moves on her first thing and her deflecting those advances. Stapling and printing a lot of things…. Directing customers over phone and in person while keeping a smile plastered on her face. Lunch she sat with her forehead pressed into the top of her desk and thought about eating paper or raiding the fridge to steal someone’s goodies. Heck, she was so hungry she thought about eating the paperboy. The other employees generally steered clear of her after the Christmas party where she drunkenly punched out a man’s throat whom had the nerve to pinch her butt. Some flirting with her boss let her remain in good graces and keep her job despite being straight…. And making the guy choke on his Adam’s apple. No one liked Larry from marketing anyway. But all the other employees knew she was an outcast, just couldn’t figure out why yet.<br/><br/>When it chimed five she fist pumped the air with barely contained glee. Then the old crone had to wander over and throw done some things that needed to be shipped immediately. Trixie smiled and nodded waiting for the woman to get ahead of her before she started miming choking the lady from behind. “Stupid witch, how do ya like that?!<span style="font-style: italic"> Oh please no more Trixie! I’ll give you a huge bonus and never make you bend over to pick up a pen again! </span>Yeah that’s what I thoug-“The old woman turned around and Trixie turned her pantomime into a pleasant wave goodbye, lips twitching in an irritated smile.<br/>Finally she finished, sore feet getting her onto the Elevator. Nimble hands opened a few buttons on her blouse and pushed her sleeves up to reveal some of her tattoos. She didn’t really give a shit what she looked like after hours. The elevator paused to let another person get on. Trixie glanced at him and admired his large physique for a moment before redirecting her attention to the red countdown. Then suddenly the number wasn’t counting down any more and the elevator jerked to a stop.<br/><br/>“What the fuck?!” She yelped a bit, imagining them falling to their deaths but the elevator didn’t flash downward to their peril but nor did it budge even an inch. The emergency lights came on casting them in a red hue and Trixie felt her stomach sink. Miss Savage wasn’t a claustrophobic girl, but she wasn’t exactly fond of being stuck in a confined place for more than a few minutes. Both she and the man pressed the help call button and picked up the emergency phone and got nothing but silence. ‘<span style="font-style: italic"> Ugh, must be a blackout.</span>’ She thought bitterly sliding down the wall and hugging her legs to her chest. She wondered how long they’d be stuck there and tugged out her phone to try and reach work to tell them she was stuck in a bloody elevator. ‘No Service’ flashed on her cell and the blonde about tossed the thing at the wall above the tall man’s head.<br/><br/>“Stuck on the thirty third floor life couldn’t get any better than this.”<br/><br/>The man spoke, somehow startling her as she had her face pressed into the crooks of her knees thinking it was getting to be a sauna in here. Green and hazel tinted orbs finally looked at him after the minutes of silence. She cracked a smile at his sarcastic remark. “At least it isn’t the 66th floor since it’s six o’clock. It’d be like that horror movie all over again and I sincerely hope you’re not a fucking serial killer.” She chuckled, her word choice brash but that was her nature. She released a sigh fanning her face and looking up at the elevator number again, hoping in the few seconds she had looked away it had magically changed. No luck. So she went back to examining her fellow prisoner. He was a big guy, not buff or fat per say but of large build. She couldn’t guess his height but she was around six foot and he was taller so maybe like 6’2”? He had a kind face with a large jaw, the kinda face that you found pleasant but would forget if he was a stranger in a crowd.<br/><br/>“It’s like a sauna in here~” She said in a sing songy voice pushing her hair out of her face and pursing her lips before offering a hand while sitting across from him. “Name’s Trixie Savage, nice to meet ya.”