Give me a reason... {Open}

[trinitybellwater]

Trinity Bellwater had been having a week straight from the depths of hell. Usually jobs went quickly and smoothly, but this last gig had taken almost the majority of a week to solve. It was a vampire, and to make matters worse, the femme hadn't been able to kill the damned thing. It had escaped her grasps and fled. Knowing that a hunter was in the vicinity, what beast would possibly stick around? Hoping for the best, she had stubbornly clung onto the case for a few more days. Alas, the vampire was long gone.

Feeling like a failure, Trinity traveled to the house she had used to share with her husband, Patrick. She had intended to sleep in a comfortable, familiar bed. Really, it was unsurprising how it turned out to be anything but comfortable. It was eerie, traveling through those silent halls where they had used to spend time together. She stayed there a few hours, but it became too much for her to possibly handle. The house was too large for a single person to inhabit without being overwhelmed with silence to begin with, but the ghostly images and haunting memories would drive anybody insane.

Slipping into her beloved vehicle with her bag in the passenger seat, the femme cranked the radio up and drove....in absolutely no direction at all. Trinity drove for the sake of driving and music that washed over her in waves of bass was soothing. Her trust vehicle seemed to lead her directly to where she needed to be, despite the complete lack of direction she was following. A bar. A few cold, hard drinks in her system and she'd be doing just great.

Parking the car, she grabbed her money and slid out, locking it up securely. Her baby was not going to be put in a situation where she could get damaged or stolen! Trinity confidently walked into the bar - only to be confronted by a drunken bafoon who was looking for a sweet piece of ass. Just fucking great...not how I wanted to end this hell week, the female though to herself. She politely declined his come on, inching away from him. The fool didn't seem to get it, trailing after her. Groaning, Trinity grabbed a drink and walked toward a table situated in the corner. Finally the man seemed to understand...after she had threatened to kick him in the balls a few times. He wandered away, leaving her in peace.

Slumping down in the chair with a loud sigh, she tipped back a shot of Jack Daniels, then pulled out her computer. Time to find another case...