Hollis and Open Characters: Hollis, Open Setting: On the Porch of the Tattoo Parlor Summary: Middle of the day Nothing-ness.
Hollis pulled the glass door of The Parlor open and shot the bell that clanged to announce a customer a dirty look. True, she'd owned The Parlor for a little over a year now but she'd been so focused on the house that things like Richard's annoying old bell completely slipped her mind... until it rang. She reached up while the door was still open and pulled it off of the top with a satisfied smirk. That should take care of that and Hollis could be back on her way out the door to lounge on the porch.
And that was exactly what she did. She threw her legs over the banister that separated the porch and sidewalk from the empty streets and sat atop it while she pulled her pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket and lit up. Richard had been right when he'd decided to abandon the shop. There really wasn't much of a market for Tattoo's these days but it hardly bothered Hollis at all between enjoying her time spent sitting on the railing and socializing she had the boarding matters to look after and finally, FINALLY, the house was coming together. There was still a shit-ton of yard work to do but Hollis was confident that eventually they'd find a boarder who didn't mind the yard work. They better, she certainly hated it and wasn't going to lift a finger in that direction.
She sighed and tilted her head back to rest it on the post of the banister and blew a jet of smoke into the air. She watched as the white fluff disappear into the air and took another drag. At this point she was just enjoying her afternoon the way Louisiana afternoon's were meant to be spent.