| Hollis |
“One root beer and a strawberry lemonade, coming right up!” Whitney quickly jot her only table’s drink order down and glanced over her shoulder at Hollis for approval, receiving a kind nod of encouragement in response. The tenured wait staff were less than thrilled at the idea of having to share their patrons, and quickly bombarded Hollis with their claims to certain booths. Morgana in particular seemed extremely agitated, and had pulled the confused bartender aside an hour before the couple Whitney was serving now walked in.
“You know it’s going to be dead as hell in here tonight, right? Tell me you’re not giving away a ton of tables to her. I need to make my money.” Morgana’s icy tone dripped with attitude as she rolled her blue eyes, which pissed Hollis off to no end. How else was Whitney supposed to get any good at her job? A sharp urge to protect the newest member of their crew made Hollis lean ag
| Hollis |“Okay! Heheheee stahahap!” Whitney continued rolling around underneath Hollis in an uncontrollable laughing fit, feeling nimble fingers massaging her sides delicately. “PLEASE! I cahahan’t breeheheheathe!” "That sounds like a personal problem." Hollis smirked, giggling with mirth when Whitney's high pitched laughter damn near shattered her bedroom window. Unable to respond, the tickled girl just howled and squealed uncontrollably. Pinned down, unable to move. The blonde liked her that way...maybe a bit too much. After a few minutes of cruel satisfaction at the poor girl’s plight, Hollis relented to watch the dark haired beauty catch her breath with a smirk. Sometimes she couldn’t stand how cute Whitney was.“I think I finally figured out the perfect punishment for your smart mouth, West Coast.”“Oh shut up!” Whitney groaned good-natur
| Hollis |The theme to “BoJack Horseman” blared from Hollis’ phone at 1:30 P.M the next day, and she slapped at it with a groan until it eventually shut off. So far, it was the only thing that’d managed to wake her up, which in and of itself was a miracle. Dalton was blasting his self help podcast garbage down stairs, and it made Hollis want to submerge her head through the rubber material of her waterbed until she drowned. She never got the point of sitting there and actively listening to how others improved their lives. In her opinion, blundering through it was the only way to truly grow.We all live differently, what works for one person probably won’t work for his sister. Hollis thought to herself, comparing she and Dalton’s life choices respectfully. Her brother chose to be trusting and open with those around him. There wasn’t a person out there he wouldn’t give the benefit of the doubt to, and he was forev
| Hollis |She hasn’t changed a bit. Hollis thought to herself, taking in her former friend’s medium-lengthed blonde dreads and alternative style. She remained frozen in the doorway, not sure if she wanted to come in after all. Before she could come up with some lame excuse to bolt, Kendra cleared her throat.“Are you coming in or not?” Her dark green eyes gave off a condescending flash as she started walking toward the dinning room table. Hollis wrapped her long arms around herself and took a cautious step forward.“Sure you don’t wanna break my nose again?”“Don’t tempt me.” Kendra mumbled, roughly pulling up a seat. Whitney’s attention shifted between the two women as the tension rose with a dumbfounded expression. Finally, she gawked at Kendra incredulously.“Hold up. You BROKE her nose!?”“It’s a long story.” Hollis answered
| Hollis |“Promise me you’re good to drive home?” Whitney leaned into the window of Hollis’ vehicle a half hour later. After reluctantly pulling themselves away from each other, they’d gone back inside to finish their food and tried to act like nothing happened. All the while Kendra didn’t say anything else save for a half assed excuse to disappear into her bedroom, leaving the two girls alone downstairs. Not that Hollis was surprised. It’s hard to come back from such an intense conversation and discuss something light like the weather, or what’s new on television. If it were her in Kendra’s position, she probably would have done the same thing. Shortly thereafter, Hollis thanked Whitney for the meal and they walked back out to her car. It was an unspoken agreement between them both that she should go. Every second they hung around the dinning room just felt more and more uncomfortable, and there was already so much to th
| Hollis |As the two friends (who were quickly becoming lovers) continued to stare into one another’s soul, Hollis bit her lip with a barely audible sigh. She could easily count almost every gold speck glimmering in Whitney’s cinnamon colored eyes. She would’ve mistaken them for hazel, if it weren’t for their usual pure honey shade. Hollis threaded her finger’s through the brunette’s silky curly black hair, feeling a mixture of euphoria and terror surge through her veins. She’d just admitted everything aloud, and had no idea how the other girl felt about it. The suspense was maddening.“What did you say...?” Whitney finally breathed in hopeful uncertainty. Her hands remained cupped along Hollis’s jawline, her small voice trembling. The air around them went quiet for a second as the blonde struggled to make sense of her reeling thoughts. From the moment they met, Hollis couldn’t deny their obvio
| Hollis |She studied the selfie being shoved in front of her face carefully and let out a quiet scoff. For lack of a better word, Hollis would've called Zette a Peacock. That flashy, attention grabbing type who made everyone's heads turn wherever they went. She had the feeling Whitney's EX could care less if it was good or bad attention, as long as she got the attention. That's what this stunt must be about. Even if that's all it was, the whole thing left a bad taste in Hollis' mouth. She wasn't used to the bitter sting of jealousy, which came swiftly in the form of Criszette Swearengen. Whitney seemed physically shaken up by the random text, and it left Hollis feeling like she was wading in open waters."Huh. Sounds like someone misses you back in California." She commented evenly, slipping out of bed to treat her sore body to a much needed hot shower. Hollis had never been able to stand her water any cooler than scalding, and only stepped
| Hollis |Hollis felt Whitney briskly walk behind her, but refused to slow down. She needed a cigarette now. Not in ten minutes, not at the end of her shift- right fucking NOW. Nobody seemed to notice the two Ringo's employees slip right out the front doors, not even Evan who was busy taking handfuls of compliments on the evening's stellar customer service. Hollis waited for the other girl to give up and head back, but the persistent crunch of leaves nearby told her it wasn't happening. She didn't want Whitney getting in trouble for leaving the restaurant momentarily, but secretly felt relieved to have her right there."When'd you start smoking, Holly?" Whitney asked once they were far enough away from the building. Hollis snorted as she lit up with shaky hands. It took a couple tries, but she finally succeeded and took a sharp inhale before letting out a long, drawn out cough."Right now. No seriously, Jake gave me a cancer stick bef
One week later | Whitney |"So how do you feel about being stuck on different shifts now?" Kendra took a large bite out of her honey crisp apple as she watched Whitney arrange her wild curly hair into two side buns atop her head critically. Giving a satisfied nod at the mirror, she plopped on the couch to slip into some hot pink vans with an indifferent shrug at her curious roommate."It's worth it. Sneaking around would've made Hollis feel paranoid, and at least now those weird chicks I was telling you about are leaving us alone." After Hollis had asked Whitney to be her girlfriend, they'd gone in the very next day an hour before their shift to talk to Evan about their relationship. The overworked assistant manager lectured them briefly about conflicting interests, but asked Whitney if she'd be alright working the lunch shift at Ringo's moving forward."I know we originally hired you on to help cover dinner shifts...but Hollis