The Fremont Street Experience
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birthright_rpgThe bustle of crowds propelled Holly forward. If they hadn't, she would have gawked all night. It was disorienting; if one didn't know better, you couldn't tell if you were indoors or out. Brightly dressed people tried to hand her bits of things, flyers, coupons, invitations. The brunette had taken one out of politeness before catching on it was for an escort service.
The street was alive with possibility, and that's what Holly enjoyed about it. It was like Picadilly Circus on uppers. Neon steroids.
Holly paused at a kiosk selling souvenir jewelry. A pair of earrings caught her eye; they were fashioned into black dice with little crystal studs. The man behind the counter sprang up. "Good deal on those. Buy one, get one half off. Can't go wrong."
She poked the cardboard backing, watching the die shake back and forth. They were the sort of thing she'd wear and tell people it was for a laugh, even though she really liked them. Guilty pleasure, her father had called it. "Yeah, they're cool, I guess." Holly gave a noncommittal shrug. "I'll take them."
The man grinned triumphantly and began ringing her up. Holly reached into her jacket pocket for her billfold and felt nothing. She paled. "Oh, balls."
[Thread open to Daniel.]
The street was alive with possibility, and that's what Holly enjoyed about it. It was like Picadilly Circus on uppers. Neon steroids.
Holly paused at a kiosk selling souvenir jewelry. A pair of earrings caught her eye; they were fashioned into black dice with little crystal studs. The man behind the counter sprang up. "Good deal on those. Buy one, get one half off. Can't go wrong."
She poked the cardboard backing, watching the die shake back and forth. They were the sort of thing she'd wear and tell people it was for a laugh, even though she really liked them. Guilty pleasure, her father had called it. "Yeah, they're cool, I guess." Holly gave a noncommittal shrug. "I'll take them."
The man grinned triumphantly and began ringing her up. Holly reached into her jacket pocket for her billfold and felt nothing. She paled. "Oh, balls."
[Thread open to Daniel.]
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on 2013-08-19 01:17 am (UTC)Daniel liked her explanation of his diet. Holly had put things in terms his inner frat boy understood.
“And, since we’re using metaphors, I guess this makes you a cow I’d wait to buy.”
He reached out and grabbed her braids, then pulled them in succession.
Left, right, left, right.
“Yeah?” His smile was lopsided.
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on 2013-08-19 01:45 am (UTC)"This is probably the stupidest thing I've ever done, but, what I said earlier about Searchlight. I still mean it. I'd like to see you there."
The brunette looked down to hide the smile's victory.
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on 2013-08-19 02:17 am (UTC)Daniel opened his palm and studied the end of her braid splayed like a paintbrush, the individual hairs a cool mixture of brown and red that he bet looked killer in the sun. Not that he’d see it. There were things he missed.
“You can count on it.” Next time I’ll eat first. Probably shouldn’t say that part out loud, since it involved murder. “Holly,” he repeated, so there was no danger of forgetting it. Sometimes he behaved suspiciously like a victim of traumatic brain injury. Okay, so he had earned himself a few concussions over the years. Not a big deal.
“I’m gonna go, uh…” His finger circled the air and pointed at the street. “Run some errands,” he finished. “Some very boring errands. Who knows, I might buy some shoes. Keep yourself safe.”