James isn't the (thedanseur) wrote in repose, @ 2017-06-04 20:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, holly robinson, tim dawson |
Holly + Tim
[The club was dead. She was meant to be on the stage but there was no one here but her and Marcus, and Marcus had sat down hard on one of the barstools and had a moment just now and Holly kind of knew it was coming. Whatever it was roiling around out there, like really shitty smog weather, she kind of knew she'd had a free pass so far and nobody was going to show up with a wallet full of singles and watch a chick shake it. Nobody else had showed up, and she bailed while Marcus was breathing hard and heavy, his face waxy with somebody else's pain on his barstool. She kind of fled, which was maybe cowardly as fuck but she didn't want to comfort Marcus and she didn't want Marcus to see her either. No, she bailed. Scooped up her shit from the backroom without bothering to wash off glitter and flung on the oversized t-shirt and shorts in back, and she left the backdoor to slam closed behind her and her boots slapped on gravel in the lot out-front.
It was dumb. It was major dumb, but she wanted to be anywhere but the club if - no, when - it happened and she made it down Central before she slowed, curls sticky on the back of her neck and her breath hard and fast and her heart hammering against her ribs. Because it wasn't exactly everyone else's stuff Holly was picking at, like it was freshly-seamed skin, scabbed. Mostly? She was thinking about her own. And she headed for the arcade, toward Eddie because it was closest. Tinny music and the bleep of machines and reassuringly normal, and Holly was so totally in for normal rn. But it hit as she got to the door and she braced, back against the rough scrape of the wall and she slid down, boneless as it broke.
It wasn't the first part. Maybe it was because the first part was kind of normal, apart from the whole deal where the little girl was dead, which she kind of knew because she'd known because he knew. Maybe because it was normal it made the last part worse, and when she came out of it, her throat felt like it was raw-sore and she hadn't made a goddamn sound but her eyes were wet for some kid in a hospital someplace she didn't know.]