No always quiet

Main House
Holly took a second to feel the impact of what you said. You followed Elodie? Wait, you couldn't have meant in her leaving the venue, because both she and Leo watched that happen without a loud Audi in her wake.

…which only left the fact that you must have followed Elodie to the back door, elected not to emerge out the back when Leo's parents followed Elodie as well and caught them, made a confrontation out of it.

She almost had the completely inadvisable urge to call you out on that, like you had every opportunity to make yourself seen and back her up with the Two-Star Army General and the cover of Good Housekeeping, January 2017, that you had agency available to you to get involved.

…a poor rebuttal, that would be.

"No longer what — I thought you bailed on me, I didn't even see you…"

Considering your lyrical style, you could probably make money off of your ability to say ‘fuck’, alone. Holly's eyes could replay that over and over, the pristine marble of your teeth pinching down on the pad of your lower lip, tensioned around the chiseled facets of your face for a split-second of building pressure before releasing the plosive, hissed consonant, the glottal stop and velar followup to merge the two words together, joined by a bounce of your adam's apple.

That was meant to hurt. To Hurt.

"…I didn't need to do anything, Brix. He didn't pressure me or anything — a-and he might also use 'they' at some point, just don't let this turn into violence against Leo, okay?" Because in Holly's mind, this was bigger than just a kiss, more than just sex, it was an exploration of her own identity as pansexual… but part of her identity was to also care about this, all of this where you took your feelings and painted the interior of the Greatroom with it, made a big display of the uncontainable art of your thoughts and emotions which… happened to include a viewing of Friday.

"…so let's talk about it, then," she practically begged for it, like confronting this reaction was an essential part of the experience and one where there was no path except straight forward and into you, where your soul was no obstacle or threat but a destination to immerse in.

…please, god, let this just work.

No, I haven't had much luck recently

Not really you

Have you found anyone entertaining around the site recently?

Pours coffee

And to see ypu

Hi, nice to see you again

Hi, how are you?

Looks in

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She and Ben talked a bit more before they both went back to work and that's how the rest of the shift went.
Work, chat, work and so on.
Until it was time for her to punch out and head home.
l/p

Return

Return

*peeks in*

Damn. That was a little surprising. Mike didn't know the details. There probably were a dozen stories floating around about the woman's death.
She shook her head , and the thoughts from her mind as she went back to making drinks and taking orders.

It went on like that for hours, until things really started to slow down. A few stragglers coming in for coffee after late nights at the club or partying.
Some would get breakfast, others just came for the coffee.

There were a few times she had some quiet moments. Everyone had been waited on and she'd cleared and cleaned her section. So she'd leaned against the back counter and sipped a cup of coffee herself.

Ben came over to stand beside her, asked if she was ok.
She sipped her coffee thoughtfully , swallowed and nodded once she'd lowered the mug and cradled it in her hands.

"Yeah. I'm good. "

It was no where near the truth. She hadn't been sleeping for shit. Drinking coffee at this hour didn't really help matters. She'd been having those nightmares about Pow Pow again. It's not something she talks about. Add to that the call she'd received, the timing of it all.
Maybe the dream was trying to tell her something.
She lifted the mug for another sip and Ben gave her that Rock brow. One arched up and the other lowered . She responded with an arched brow of her own. Lowered her mug and gave him a look.

"What's that for?" she asked and Ben shrugged his shoulder.

"Just not buyin' it but I won't push. So Pride huh? You're actually going and not working it this year?" he asked and she put her mug down on the counter top. Leaned back and rested her elbows on the bar and stretched her legs out in front of her.

"Yeah. Thought I'd take everyone's advice and take a day off. Do something for myself. So why not. Pride is always a great time. " It has been for her. Even when she has only been attending because she was working.

"How's the new place working out?" he'd asked and she turned her head to look at him.

"Great. I really like the place. I'm still putting it together. I need to do a few things."

Like stop in at Del's studio to pick out a few photo's for the walls.
She's also been wanting to drop by bosslady's place and see how she's doing.
She's got a lot of things she wants to do , but so little time to do them in.
Maybe she should take a vacation. Just a weekend get away to some little town nearby. Get her head on straight again.