Indecision

[holiday_pirner]

There was a light positioned over the Kay's office that illuminated a square of orange. Holly was standing in that square, examining the vending machine's offerings. She had gone down to the ice machine with her little plastic bucket. It sat on the ground next to her feet as she sorted through the small pile of change in her palm.

The brunette found two quarters, deposited them, and pressed the rectangular button for an orange. She heard the machine come to life, but then it stalled. Holly bent to check for the soda. "Again?"

She banged her hand against the machine in a halfhearted attempt to get the thing moving again.

Since her memorable night out at the club, Holly hadn't strayed far from her motel room. She flipped through the few television channels, paged idly through some magazines, and re-painted her toenails about 5 times.

Holly had settled on emerald green.

Now she stood there, not wanting to go back to her room, and not wanting to venture out into Searchlight. She stared at the taunting, magnified picture of a Coke, beads of condensation sweating down the can.

"I hate you."

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[holiday_pirner]

"Right. Science is important." Holly turned and made her way up the stairs leading to the second floor rooms. When she reached the right number, she fished her key out of her pocket.

She turned back to face him. "Okay, two things. Not biting me is still the rule. Though I suppose you could have easily done it out here than in there. And secondly, I haven't been the tidiest."

The brunette opened the door. Inside, the television was on, muted. Her suitcase was splayed open on the floor, clothes spilling out. On top was the jacket she had taken from the club.

Holly stepped over the threshold, then turned around. "Now you."

[daniel_stacy]

Daniel raised his right hand. “I solemnly swear that I will not bite you.” He crossed his fingers in the pocket of his jeans. Old habits died hard.

Tonight. I won’t bite her tonight. What if she bumps into a table and nicks her leg or something? Am I gonna handle myself or am I gonna drop down and lick the wound like a dog? I could see that. Jesus. Let’s hope she’s not clumsy.

He took an oversized step and straddled the threshold. Nothing happened. “Ha. Look at that.” He completed his entrance and shut the door to keep the bugs out. From the entryway, the vampire took stock of the room. Seventies aesthetic, double bed, rabbit ears on the TV, a suitcase barfing clothes onto the carpet. He caught himself trying to spot a bra.

Nice. You’re a real pro.

“Alright, well. Congrats. You’ve taught me something my sire didn’t. Her name’s Deanna, by the way.” He tried to sound casual as he bandied the name about.

[holiday_pirner]

She sat down on the bed. She played with a fraying thread on the pastel floral comforter. When she was done processing that, she finally looked up at Daniel.

"That's really great. Because I spent the night at a Deanna's hotel suite. Yeah." Holly laughed, grabbing her cigarettes from the battered nightstand.

"I spent the night with a vampire, and all I was worried about was her trying to get into my knickers. Brilliant, Holiday."