Pixie scoffed at the confession. "Well, when I was eighteen, I had a 1 year old son, living in a crappy two bedroom apartment and stripping at a club on the Vegas Strip. Guess he's doing better than both of us did at his age," she shared. "As far as using them, I would prefer him not use women, at least not in anyway I've ever been used. Well, maybe a few ways... but those are exceptions in this business," she said. That's what she wanted for her son, as well as her daughter, to be exceptions to some of the new rules that had emerged since that fateful Winter Solstice night.
No matter what could be going on in her world, the instant Pixie was given a compliment, she always felt that much better. She smiled a little, her eyes a bit more calm now. "You think I'm pretty?" she asked sweetly. A small blush came to her face.
She lightly moved her finger over Niro's shoulder, not exactly flirty but a little more than friendly-type touching. "If I stay over, I need to write them a note to find, at the very least, for when they wake up." Pixie didn't like the thought of her kids waking up without having their mother there, but sadly, it wouldn't be the first time during their lives. It still made her feel like a shit mother though, but she kept her outward appearance soft and friendly, not letting her inside feelings show.