"Hmm?" Holly didn't realize she was making that face out loud, with regards to Dragoshi.

"N-No, he's perfectly fine. Just didn't expect a real estate guy to take an interest in theater is all! Hey, maybe he knows some people who know some people, you wind up playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon and wind up in Hollywood…"

That flicker of your expression, like a glitch or like a chance tug on an unclosed wound, it hesitated her momentum and she backed completely off, as best of a "Hands up" surrender gesture as she could manage with a drink in one hand, a half-empty tray of tacos in the other.

"Alright, sorry I didn't mean to— like I don't know the whole story or status or how best to help you manage…" but she tried to pass you whatever fruity-tart whatever it was she was drinking.

"Here, wanna sip?"

Of course she hadn't quite known where Talia Amin was, or that she was near, but their little congregation would be easy to spot, underneath the comically large beach umbrella fluttering and thankfully not straining too hard against its cables and ties. It would soon be unnecessary anyway, as the sun continued to process across the sky and get less intense.

"Alright, Leo: Bluesky meandering thoughts time: You get to do your dream production, existing or new, no budget constraints, what do you wanna bring to the stage?"

DOA

room not there...might have to wait till season starts

stopping by

Word of the Day
teazel: a prickly herb plant that looks a bit like a cattail, having flower heads with sharp leaves

oksss let make sure I do have it

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Can ya send that room to vaash? Please

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yeppers....

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Oh knows what i forgot ya recall the room we picked football teams in?

Looking in

laughs yeah those think number 2 is on

Yes move ya clowns

Good girl.

Had she known that the last time they hung out was the night before your birthday, she would've brought you more than a welcome gift. But, alas, she did not know until the day of your birthday. Since she couldn't swing by your apartment, she'd sent you a few extra panty pictures instead. And a couple that were a different type of selfie than her usual booty picture.

The beach was... more party-leaning than she'd expected. When you said there was a party at the beach, she assumed maybe just you, Holly Blanc, and a handful of other people. Clearly, she was wrong.

So, instead of climbing atop a bench and attempting to find you in the crowd of people, she'd done some quick calculation of angles and taken a selfie that included her usual backside but you can see the food truck she's nearest. Which she promptly sent to you.

Where are you, birthday boy?

On one arm, she holds a gift bag and her small beach bag, an open Ziploc bag full of cherries in that hand. The other? Just her phone, leaving her lopsided.