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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[deannas]

"No rapey. Check." The redhead held out her case to Holly.

[holiday_pirner]

"I can't believe you said that, either!" Holly opened the case and nicked a smoke.

"Between you and Daniel, I'm going to have permanent shock-face. Which, I heard, causes wrinkles." She lit her cigarette and took a deep puff.

"What brand are these, by the way?"

[deannas]

"They're illegal, is what they are. Smuggled in from Cuba. Such a wonderful nightlife too."

(Deanna was there on the eve of the Revolution, after spending most of the 1940s in South America.)

An eyebrow cocked at mention of the name. "Daniel? This is the boy you're mooning over?" In a city this size, there had to be at least a hundred Daniels. "What's so shocking about... Daniel?"

[holiday_pirner]

She closed her eyes, the nicotine helping a little. The room stopped feeling like it was closing in on her. "Cool. But I thought only the cigars were illegal."

Holly opened one eye, looking at Deanna. "Hm? Oh, him. No, it was a 'you had to be there' kind of thing." She paused, then let out a giggle. "Penguins."

The brunette stood carefully, using the wall for support and taking care not to knock over any glass objects. "I'm keeping this jacket."

[deannas]

"They have their own tobacco, less chemicals. The U.S. has a complete embargo on the country, so anything coming in or going out is illegal." Deanna's smile grew. "I like illegal. And boosting a jacket is a start, Holly. But surely you can do better than that."

[holiday_pirner]

Holly snorted, playing with the zipper on the jacket. "What, are we measuring dicks now? Because I left my ruler at home." She fluffed out her hair with her fingers.

"Do you have any fresh clothes I can borrow? You're a bit taller than me, but they should fit. I know I'm going to feel completely minging tomorrow."

[deannas]

Deanna chuckled. She liked Holly; she wasn't afraid to speak her mind. Definitely worth keeping around, at least until the novelty wore off.

"I'm sure I've got something your size." The redhead kept clothing souvenirs from past guests.

"An hour out of Vegas?" Who the hell wouldn't want to live in Sin City? "Please tell me you don't have a silver motor home with one of those canopies over the door, and decorated with plastic lanterns."

[holiday_pirner]

She stood with her hand on the door knob, half-turned toward Deanna. "No, I have a motel room. I did have a room here, but..." Holly lost interest in the sentence.

"Come on. I want to see your suite. I bet it's posh. You look like you have money." The brunette eyed her up and down.