Now here he thought you were going to take over being his financial planner or something. The label's finance department had so many questions about what he did, but at the end of the day, the ink at the bottom of the ledger was black.

And then you're using the PA to call over V. and he just shakes his head. Impulse control was not one of your strong suits.

"Hell yeah that's what I'm saying. Diversity is the key to a health professional portfolio! Or maybe it isn't, I'm not an accountant."

Holly waved the notion away, because she was definitely not out giving financial advice…

Even as she implied she thought it'd be fun and perhaps profitable for Ouroboros to offer something to Leo Sterling, who themself proceed to undersell by implying they couldn't write.

"Fine, like if you could hire out a writer to put together the stageplay, and you were just in the director's chair but also-maybe acting within it?"

It was a birthday, a great time to make wishes and, and…

Well she didn't even know, right? Holly tried to wave to V or shout or say something but she had an even better idea.

"Tyler! Microphone!"

The Kurt Cobain lookalike trotted over to bring her, indeed, a microphone.

"V. Vander"

OH god, that was a LOT of feedback that squeaked over the squeakers, rapidly attenuating its volume as not to blow out peoples' eardrums as she flinched and lowered the mic.

"Oop! Sorry, just testing the volume!"

When she'd started to walk away from the vendor she started walking along the beach. Cooling down from her run and sipping her water. Her mind was a million miles from here.
She hadn't been paying much attention to who was on the beach. The place was usually packed with people, especially during the summer months and these hot days we've been having lately.

Hell, if she knew you were looking at her and she had caught your eye. She might've tossed you a flirty wink. If she'd been paying attention.
At present her mind was someplace else, far away as she sipped her water and got lost in those thoughts that had been troubling her lately.

He flashes a pleased smile at you. He didn't have to argue with you to do something nice.

Ooo... credentials and debt.

Cooed as if it were some undeniable set of traits.

I mean.. sort of, but not really.

Because drunken karaoke doesn't count as a play you've worked on for months.

You offer the minute her schedule allows and she glances at her watch.

Alright then, let's get out of here.

But, it's clear she's kidding. She can't steal you away from your own birthday party.

Or... can she?

You're doing a great job, honestly. Besides, you're not the only one who is slightly unsettled by this. Then again, she was unsettled the moment you invited her to the party that Holly Blanc was throwing for you. But you'd invited her. And some part of her still believes you need her.

Stepbrother I think

Shifting sands is exactly it. Almost like you're throwing words and ideas out there in hopes something sticks. It makes her unsure how much of it you actually, truly think and believe. Then again, she often doesn't know what she believes, not one of those people who feels the need to have an opinion on everything. She's figuring it out and willing to admit it.

Just because she wants to be sure, she double-checks to who you're pointing at. V. Vander, who seems to not really even be aware you're pointing her out. Which makes her wonder why you're not calling her over.

Out

Fanny pack? Nah. She'll carry it if she's running with it. Makeshift weights . One in each hand 16oz equal a lb each until you drink them down.

Fashion is your thing. She's happy with basics. Stop for water, or carry it. She did see the shoulder slings to hold the water bottle but nah.

She got up to the vendor and asked for a couple of waters and handed over the cash.

She took both bottles and walked a few feet from the vendor. She placed one bottle on the sand and uncapped the other as she bent over to pour it over the back of her neck and hair. Cooling herself off. She recapped it and tossed the empty into the trashcan she stopped by. Running her fingers through her wet hair and slicking it back. Bringing the cold wet fingers forward over her face and chest. She groaned and bent back down to pick up the other bottle she'd placed on the ground. Lifting it , uncapping it and taking a long drink.

Taking her time to stroll as she drank the water. Looking out over the beach and the people occupying it.

You have been incredibly honest with them, so yeah, they believe that. Their own mind... that's harder.

"Credentials and the crushing student debt to match it. Can't argue with that." The words are playful.

Yes, it counts.

"You've seen me on the karaoke stage, that kind of counts."

It would be cool, though, if you did get to see him perform properly.

While he absolutely lead you there, he still blushes when you say it.

"And I will, the moment your schedule allows it."

He's aiming to try and balance a whole lot of promise into that, with being very definitely in public, and also the whole poly, another person he's dating right here thing.

Smile a little self conscious, though, with the explanation of the connection to V. Vander.

"Yeah. It's all pretty new."

Holly Blanc -

You wheeze-giggle and get a wide grin, and a low laugh, before they set you back on your feet.

"I don't know, I don't, like, write, that's..." Dee's thing, is left unsaid.

"I do. I haven't touched it since, like, rehearsals started. I'll play for you next time you're over, if you want?"

Dylan Bode -

An admiring shake of their head.

"I can get that. I don't really write, I'm kind of forever in awe of people who do."

This is probably his best day in a while, too. He wouldn't dream of comparing, really, to what you're going through. He wasn't kidding that he met Talia while singing depressing musical theatre, though. He'd just broken his person's heart and their relationship - she's still around, just mostly not talking to him.

Mouth opens to say it isn't needed, and immediately shuts, before he laughs.

"Okay, I won't argue. Thank you. Holly definitely has my address."

*Journeys on.*

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*Blinks and wonders*

*Stretched*

What, you ain't ever seen them goofy lookin hydration fanny-packs? Holly had one she never used, because she tended to use the gym rather than go out, like oof.

Talia Amin - yeah Holly was all shifting sands and jigsaw puzzles, opining on the state of the world like it was an invitation to share perspectives or whatever.

BUT she was pointing out the woman who was… going to a vendor for water?

"Okay well she's not really a superhero but she's close—" she turned to answer Leo Sterling when she was picked up, evacuated of air from her lungs from one of his classic bear-hugs, straining out a raspy wheeze-giggle for the duration that she was rendered airborne.

"aaaaaa!"

She peered over to Dylan Bode, though, as he offered Leo his sagely advice.

"Honestly if I could do half of what you've done by forty-five I'll be happy. I'm still curious what Leo might do if he had Ouroboros's backing though. Like shoulder some financial risk to let them Auteur a bit for something on the stage? Wait, Leo you play the Guitar?"

Out of town till Sunday.