Move With the Music

[holiday_pirner]

The bulky man in a tight black t-shirt stamped her hand, and Holly gave him a close-mouthed smile. Wordless music began washing over her the moment she entered the club. The air changed in that way it did when a large mass of people shared an enclosed space. She was wearing a red dress, black lace top over it.

Finding a space in the middle of everything, she started to dance. She could get a drink later. Holly closed her eyes at first, just enjoying the lack of thoughts. Thoughts had kept her up at night, swirling nonstop until the colors all bled together.

And okay, it helped that she was a little high.

A bloke came up to her, starting to dance with her, but more like around her. She laughed soundlessly, tossing her hair back and turning her back to him. He took this as an invitation to press himself against her back.

She rolled her blue eyes up to the ceiling, hot lights playing over the crowd. One song, and then she'd push him away. "Asshole," she said, because she could, because no one could hear her.

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[holiday_pirner]

"So have I, to be honest. One time, I mixed Ribena with vodka. I was sick the whole next day." Holly flicked her ash into one of the empty glasses. She wondered if anyone would find them there.

"Okay, I only met him once. And it isn't one of those goopy, dizzy things. You know, fawning over the Mr.Darcy type. But he helps keep my mind off things."

Holly pulled her hair back to show her ears. "He bought me these earrings. They're very Vegas, aren't they?"

[deannas]

Deanna didn't focus on the earrings. Not when she could see the pulse in Holly's neck. That was Vegas. Life, begging to be tasted. Not ten-cent jewelry sold on the Strip.

Also, the plastic dice reminded her of something Daniel would buy, in a pathetic attempt to win over a pretty girl.

"They're... really something," she spoke politely. But they don't really do you justice. Now these." Deanna placed her forefinger and thumb on the clasp of her left pearl earring, removing it, then the other. She held both in her palm, outstretched. "These are more you."

[holiday_pirner]

The corners of Holly's mouth twitched. Was Deanna mad? She took the earrings, holding them up to the light. They looked like real pearls.

"On second thought, maybe I should stay in Vegas. My jewelry collection will double."

Still, the brunette was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. "I'm not really the type to..." Holly gestured to the redhead. "I like boys. Even if a lot of them are right prats."

[deannas]

"Pity."

[holiday_pirner]

Holly shrugged, smiled. What can you do?

Faint strains of thumping bass filled their tiny room, and the single light bulb above them swayed a little in its rhythm. The discarded shot glasses looked sad to her, like when a great party finally ended and you realized you were exactly the same person as when you first arrived.

"I should go home."

Whether she meant London or her motel room, Holly wasn't entirely sure.