There was a lesson to be learned in that night; size matters, a lot more than you would think. Trinity was used to being a certain stature, a certain weight, Trevor like most Goth guys wasn't huge for a guy, but he was still a guy, he could handle himself and Trinity brought that mentality with her as she entered the club. Why should she fear people, or this situation? Further more, she didn't know why she was expected by the girls to dress more girly than she had, what she wore was fine, practical, and would allow her to have the kind of night she wanted to have. Trinity wanted to vent, she wanted to rage, most of all she wanted to feel something close to normal, something familiar. There were the little threats to this, everyone seemed to expect her to be some sort of gothic princess, which she had no intention of being, she didn't like that doors were held for her, or that guys would steal glimpses at her chest, or that Drake seemed to always find himself standing right next to her, bumping and trying to make eye contact with her. He made her feel small. She was used to being eye level with Drake, but now he towered over her like a monolith, she wasn't half his size, but she felt that way, which was a new feeling, it felt wrong.
The concert got underway, the crowd was excited and loud as they normally were. The roar of the crowd made Trinity feel at home. The band took the stage, played one song, but Trinity stayed back from the pitt, then another, and yet she couldn't seem to get herself to the front where the pitt was, she stayed back with the girls who were talking and rocking out and smoking a bit of weed and drinking from a flask. With nothing else to do, Trinity took a swig, just a little, over the course of an hour she had maybe two shots worth, not enough to do anything....yet she felt it, lighter on her feet, she felt happy in that way that you do, without trying she had found her way to drunk. This gave her new courage as a new song came on, she loved this song, she grabbed Drakes hand and had him guide her to the pitt, which Drake allowed only because he too was a little drunk, and he had a thing for her. The pit was a maw of arms and legs kicking and forcing themselves around, a mess of force. Trinity pushed her way in, tried to throw an arm to get in, but bounced off the pitt like rubber against a wall, thrown to the ground. She got up and tried again, but she didn't seem to have the strength to break in to the group, Still she kept trying untill eventually she caught an elbow to her eye. It stung and she found tears welling up in her eyes. It was like a rejection from therapy, being kicked out of her form of paradise, and her nose hurt as well. Just then Drake found her in the crowd and saw her tears. He held her in his arms as the next song started, he asked if she was ok, if she needed to leave. He seemed genuinely concerned for her, which she thought was....sweet of him. As she was held by him she felt safe, suddenly the size difference didn't feel so unwelcome. She was small now, and he was big, and right now that was what she needed him to be.
Overall it was not the night she was hoping for....but it was the night that it was, and by the end of it, Trinity felt more like a girl than she had ever felt like a guy. Seeing her face the next day would only prove that more, as her eye would blacken and she would suddenly find herself very concerned about coving that up in anyway she could. She needed to look nice....for some odd reason.
