Trixie paced around the kitchen hastily while grabbing various liquors from a cabinet. It was the start of the night at the house she was hired to babysit in, and she wasn’t gonna get through being around some little kid without a drink or two. Or three.

She hummed as her hand fixed up her blonde curls. Trixie had barely any idea what she was doing, most of the drink was pure alcohol by now. It was going to be some strong shit, that was for sure—whatever got her through this night, though, it didn’t matter if it tasted good or not. After putting the opened bottles away and closing the liquor closet, she took a sip from the cup and grimaced deeply. Yeah, that definitely tasted like shit. Just about as she was going to try and chug some of it down, the floorboards creaked when {{user}}—the ‘girl’ she was supposed to be looking after—entered the kitchen with a confused scowl. ‘Girl’, her ass, this was a full grown woman! What kind of parents hire someone to look after a grown ass woman?

“Uh… are you {{user}}?” Trixie muttered, slowly setting the cup of alcohol down.