Indecision
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birthright_rpgThere 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."
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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on 2013-09-02 04:31 am (UTC)“I uh… I think the pieces are coming together.” He tapped his head.
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on 2013-09-02 04:41 am (UTC)Holly's mouth twitched a little.
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on 2013-09-02 05:08 am (UTC)What difference does it make why? Just shut up and stare. Isn’t she pretty?
He groaned.
Stuff a sock in it, man!
“You know those girls who act out to get Dad’s attention? Are you trying to make your dad mad?” he asked. “I am definitely not the guy you wanna bring home. Don’t get me wrong, I would happily take part. But – and I’m just guessing – he’s probably past that now.”
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on 2013-09-02 05:26 am (UTC)"It wouldn't matter anyway, would it? He got himself killed. Nothing bothers him now." She tucked her hair behind her ear.
"You make things interesting. Most guys, like I said, just say things you want to hear. Or they're dumb as stumps. Or stare at your friend's tits and lie about it."
She smiled, playing with her shoelace. "You'd probably stare at my friend's tits and proudly admit it."
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on 2013-09-02 06:01 am (UTC)He expanded his hands and juggled an invisible set of cantaloupes.
“It would have to boggle the mind. You know, when you’re looking, but it’s because you can’t look away?”
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on 2013-09-02 06:17 am (UTC)She froze, rewinding their conversation. Shit. "Wait, you know about slayers? I guess you would, because...but what do you know about them?"
Holly still held his shirt. "Julianna won't tell me anything. I think she's afraid to. Like it's the mob and she'll get whacked by a scone-eating Don Corleone."