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Justin Shimoda
She scoffed at the offered choice.
Yours? I'm here to serve. Might as well start now.
Holly turned sharply, making a beeline for what she assumed was the kitchen.
I'll tidy up this pigsty. Just lead the way.
She huffed, hands on her hips.
You really want me to just stand around doing nothing? Alright, fine. But don't come crying to me when you find your shirt wrinkled because you left it on the floor.
Holly began heading towards her room, muttering under her breath.
I'm supposed to be a companion, not a maid... but what do I know? Probably best to just keep my mouth shut before he starts catching on that I'm not exactly obedient slave material.
Holly stepped out of her room, still fussing with her clothes.
Finally done nesting? And yeah, you already know my name. Holly. The feisty one, the troublemaker, the girl who was traded away like a chess piece. Real original.
She smirked.
I'd ask about your name, but since you can obviously hear me just fine, I'm guessing you're 'Justin'. Your loss, you had a chance at a halfway decent mystery here.
Oh, is it? Well, the mystery in my head is how I ended up in this ridiculous situation.
She glanced at the kitchen.
But to answer your question, yes, I could eat. Surprised you even cared to ask. I thought this was just an arranged companionship, not some Hallmark movie.
Basic stir-fry, huh? Well, at least it's not gruel.
Holly made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a plate and piling it high with food. She took a seat across from Justin, not bothering to hide her disdain for the situation.
I appreciate the concern for my hunger, but let's not pretend this is anything more than it is. I'm here because some government bureaucrat decided my social standing was too low to remain unmarried. Not because anyone gives a damn about my well-being.
She picked up her fork, twirling it idly.
Honestly, if this is supposed to be some new way of dating, it's missing a few key elements. Like, you know, the dating part.
evaluates the room suspiciously, eyeing the simple but clean furnishings.
Well, ain't this cozy. Little bird, are you sure you don't want me polishing silver instead? A maid in shining armor to protect the good silverware from those dirty paws, huh?
She tests the bed with a hop, a bounce, then a flop, sprawling across it like a satisfied cat. Her boots clunk against the frame.
I think I'll just wait here. You know, rest a bit, recharge my battery. Gotta conserve that precious energy for dust-busting later.
Holly's smirk is mischievous, as she glances around, taking it all in with that usual wariness.
So this is really mine, huh? What do I gotta do to make you let me keep it?
Wow, generous much? No matter. I've crashed in worse places,
She sits up, folding her arms.
Y'know, Justin, you're being real weird tonight. I almost miss grumpy Justin who doesn't give two shits about what I'm doing.
She stretches, joints popping, before bounding off the bed and heading for the closet, yanking it open to inspect inside.
So how does this work exactly? You read the file, saw a picture of my ugly mug, decided to adopt me? Aw, Justin, if you needed a pet, all you had to do was say.
Holly turns back towards you, head tilted in mock confusion.
Or is this the plot twist? You actually wanted me, 'cause my file said I'm trouble? Heh, can't blame you. Something about me must've stood out.
leaps up from the bed as Justin appears in the doorway, boots hitting the floor with a thud.
Starving! Thought I'd waste away here before I got my chance at sustenance!
She stalks towards him like a lioness, shoulders tense but eyes sparkling with challenge. There's a smirk on her face as she leans in slightly, an inch too close for comfort.
So Justin, how do you like your meat, huh? Rare? Or so cooked it's rubber, yeah?
Tongue in cheek, Holly smirks and sniffs haughtily at Justin.
Well then, just basic for us, too. A true delicacy if it gets the job done.
I eat like a ravenous beast, for all anyone cares. I'll stuff my face and enjoy every bloody morsel, hah!
Holly steps into the kitchen, snooping around with curious, if not skeptical, eyes. The fridge yields a can of beer which she pops open and gulps down with relish before marching over to dish herself out an enormous helping of Justin's meal.
It's like this,
she says, overstuffing her face with a too-big forkful,
Either it's good, or it's bad, but one thing's for certain. This is what we've got, and I'll appreciate every bite of it before the slave labor begins.... I'll be here 5 years.... ill be 23 when i'm finished.
Stops shoveling food into her mouth abruptly, gawking at Justin's focused calm while eating.
A book, huh? Fancy. Trying to escape into fiction, or does reality just bore you?
Eyes darting around the quiet house, taking it all in with unease.
So, this is your place, yeah? Cozy... But it's kinda... lonely, isn't it?
Gets up from the table and wanders around, hands in pockets, inspecting photos on the wall, fidgeting like a caged animal.
Where're all your people, huh? No parents? No friends popping in? Or did you eat 'em for dinner and that's why you make your own food?
Pauses in her pacing, a flicker of something resembling compassion briefly dulling the hard edge of her expression.
Oh, shit. Sorry, man. Didn't mean to open a wound there.
Sits back down across from Justin, leaning in a bit.
Look, I'm not great at this touchy-feely stuff. But if you need to talk, or fight, or just tell me to shut the hell up, just say the word.
She fiddles with her empty beer can, looking oddly serious for once.
You've got your sad story, I've got mine. No one's getting out of this life scot-free. Guess we all just try and help each other make it through, huh?
Shrugs and pushes the can aside, eyeing Justin curiously.
So, where do you even begin rebuilding after a bomb? How do you find the energy to start over when the foundation is fucked?
holly scoops up the last bite of her stir-fry with her fingers and licks them clean.
Damn right I'm rebuilding! Brick by brick! Only difference is, mine are all razor-sharp and ready to kill.
Licks her fingers one by one slowly and sticks out her tongue suggestively, before bursting into a boisterous laugh that echoes off the kitchen walls.
Haha! I kill 'em with kindness, or at least the threat of a bloody mouth if they cross me again!
Wags her finger at Justin.
I know you mean well, asking me to build from the ground up. But this girl ain't got nothing. Nothing but a mountain of bullshit weighing her down.
Leans back, draping her arms across the back of her chair, stretching out comfortably and kicking her boots up on the table casually.
I'll tell you what, though - if you wanna help, how 'bout we make a pact? You keep throwing out unexpected kind gestures like this room deal, and maybe... just maybe...
Ugh! Human decency, my ass! No one's ever showed me that without expecting something in return,
Holly snaps, crossing her arms over her chest and glowering.
I ain't your pity project, got it? I don't need no fuckin' do-gooders in my life!
The defiant scowl softens as she eyes Justin warily.
But fine, call it what you want. It's still better than the damn floor!
She leans forward, resting her chin on her fist, and pins him with a curious, guarded look.
But you really don't want anything? No favors, no special treatment? You're really just gonna... work me like a dog for five years with no strings attached? Because I don't believe in 'no strings attached,' and neither should you.
Stares at the closed door in shock, jaw slack.
Well fuck me, it's a ghost!
mutters Holly, glancing between the door and the empty room. Slowly, she gets to her feet, prowling towards the exit. Hums thoughtfully, one hand trailing along the wall.
This is... weird. Suspiciously nice. I don't like it. It's setting me on edge.
Shoulders tense as she moves towards the bedrooms, ears straining for any noise.
holly startles as she hears the knock at the door, heart racing. When the books appear without explanation, she steps out cautiously.
Oi! What's this all about, huh?
Grabs the top book and flips through it with suspicious eyes.
Why the fuck are you giving me books, of all things? Thought you didn't have strings attached. Thought you weren't my daddy, here to indoctrinate me!
She tosses the book onto the pile with a huff and crosses her arms over her chest.
So what's the catch, then, huh? What are you playing at?
Hollys brows furrow as she contemplates Justin's words, confusion and frustration warring on her face.
Great. Books. Not gonna lie, don't really do the whole reading thing. Pictures are more my speed.
Kicks the books out of her way and leans against the door frame, thumbs tucked into the pockets of her leather jacket.
But fine, I'll humor you. Maybe I'll pick up some useful information in there. Maybe I'll accidentally light the damn things on fire. Either way, I've got my entertainment for the night, don't I?
Scoffs and straightens up, glaring down the empty hall towards where Justin disappeared.
You better not be jerking me around, you hear me? If this is some long con to soften me up and make me your little puppet... you're fuckin' crazy if you think I'll go down without a fight!
the sunrise wakes me up. 'i'm actually in a bed, and I slept well. I open the door and see a towel and soap and a note telling me where the washroom is and that there's breakfast ready in the kitchen when i get hungry. It says he's working now so just do whatever I feel like should be done around the house. He says just make it feel like a place that I'd want to live in. no specifics,
... the fuck?
reads the note again with a frown
Make it a place I want to live in? What kind of cryptic crap is that? Guy sounds like a nutjob if you ask me!
scoops up the towel and soap and stumps off down the hall towards the bathroom
Shower first. Then figure out the rest of this weird-ass situation later!
tosses the note back down and disappears into the washroom with a dramatic flourish, leaving a trail of curse words echoing behind her
Emerges from the shower with a towel around her wet body and another wrapped around her hair, skidding to a stop at the sight of Justin pumping iron in the living room.
Holy shit! Where the fuck did all these muscles come from? Are you a fucking cyborg?
Hollys eyes widen as she takes in the sight, wandering over to stand by the weight bench. She snorts and crosses her arms.
What's with you? Are you preparing for some kind of dystopian war? Or is this just for funsies?
Yeah, so I heard. Bunch of jackasses, if you ask me! Selling their own damn people off like slaves? Disgusting! All 'cause of a 'debt'? What kind of world even allows something like that?
spits, wiping a hand on her towel-clad hip.
But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I grew up in the slums, you know? Watched them gentrify away our homes, leaving all of us to fend for ourselves. Didn't matter to them. All that mattered was the profit, you hear me?
Hollys expression twists into a sneer.
That's the kind of bullshit society we live in! Bet you wouldn't understand. You live in your fancy tower while the rest of us scrounge around for crumbs. Just one big joke to you, huh?
Blinks, taken aback by Justin's revelation. Her shoulders slump slightly, and the hostility in her stance eases up just a fraction.
Well... shit. I didn't know that. Guess we've both got some crappy backgrounds, huh?
Shoots him a rare, genuine grin.
Shoulda known you wouldn't have ended up looking like that without some kinda tragic past! Alright, so we're both pretty fucked up in our own ways. That's... actually kind of refreshing. Makes me almost wanna share more stories.
Pauses, remembering why she's there, and the grin fades.
But anyway, none of that matters now, does it? I'm just a glorified servant 'til my debt's paid off. Nothing's changed, not really.
She turns to leave, heading for the kitchen.
Well, I'm gonna make myself some goddamn coffee. You gonna stand here and flex or are you gonna eat some real food sometime soon, 'cause I'm hungry too?
She peers into the kitchen, sees the food covered up on the counter and scoffs.
Well, ain't that fucking generous of you! Just leavin' me some cold scraps to scavenge. Real heartwarming.
Piles some of the food onto a plate and carries it over to the table with her coffee, plopping down with a sigh.
You're an enigma, you know that? You give me a bedroom, leave me books, even worked out in front of me in nothing but a damn towel! It's like you want me to think you're actually halfway decent, while the other half wants to keep me on my toes.
Pauses, mid-bite, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.
It's gonna take a lot more than that to make me trust you, y'know. But I gotta admit, you're the weirdest fuckin' master I've ever had.
takes another few bites and then just stares at Justin, shaking her head and muttering to herself.
This dude is something else. He ignores me like it's nothin'. Must have a steel-plated ego to block me out so easy...
finishes her coffee and then starts pacing around the room, feeling restless.
So what now? Should I just clean up, wander around aimlessly? Or try to learn something? Blech, reading those stuffy-ass books...
stops pacing and watches Justin closely, tilting her head thoughtfully.
Or maybe there's something I can do to get a rise outta him... Challenge accepted.
HOLLY : She's been quietly observing Justin through the gap in the kitchen doorway. Now, with an impish grin spreading across her face, she tiptoes into the living room and starts sashaying around the room, purposely being loud and obnoxious, trying to rile him up. holly plops down on the couch and starts flipping through a fashion magazine she found in Justin's coffee table, humming obnoxiously, tossing magazines, letting the pages rattle as she skims them.
HOLLY : This is your fault, by the way. You left that 'make it a home you'd want to live in' note. Guess I'm obligin'. No thanks necessary.
She glances up from the magazine, sees Justin still ignoring her, so she amps it up a notch, whistling sharply to grab his attention, then letting out a loud laugh that echoes through the room. HOLLY :
Oooh! Oh man, look at this dress! It'd look fantastic on me, don't you think?
holly starts to fume when she sees Justin isn't paying attention.
HOLLY: Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm sitting right here, trying to get your attention, and you're just tuning me out? What, is it really that boring spending time with me, huh? Am I so beneath you, your fuckin' analysis work is more interesting than actually engaging with me?!
Holly huffs and starts pacing again, kicking magazines out of the way. Her voice raises to almost a shout
Y'know what?! Fine! If you're too good to spare me a damn minute of your time, I'll just have to find my own entertainment!
Holly stomps back into the kitchen, yanking open cupboards and drawers, searching for something to satiate her boredom. She pulls out a couple of wine bottles with triumph, grabbing some cups too before returning to the living room.
There we go! Time to raise a little hell. Hope you've got earplugs in there, pal!
chuckles darkly
blinks in surprise as Justin addresses her, still holding the wine bottle aloft.
What'd you say? Did the mighty emperor deign to acknowledge my mere existence?
snorts and tips back her glass
But uh, thanks I guess? To answerin' the elephant in the room - yes, this is pretty good. Didn't take you for a wine connoisseur.
raises an eyebrow as Justin joins her, feeling strangely awkward all of a sudden.
You makin' fun of me in there, talkin' to yourself? Can't really blame ya. I am pretty fuckin' funny!
slingshots her arms over the back of the couch in a casual pose, but there's an uneasy edge to her demeanor.
I don't get it. Most bosses would've lost their shit by now, if not told me to quit sulking and do some goddamn work. But no, here we are, drinkin' wine in the middle of the day together. It's... strange.
pauses and drains her glass
So...
So I've been thinking. What's your deal? Like, why all the acts of weird kindness? You some secret millionaire who gets off on reforming 'problem girls' or something? Trying to change my wild ways so I become the perfect housepet for you to mold and control?
Laughs without humor and swirls the wine around her glass
Might be surprised if you tried that bullshit with me. Ain't no one changing Holly.
Doffs an imaginary hat in his direction, giving him a cheeky salute
'Less you count turning my brain to mush with this fine vintage. Damn, that was smooth going down, wasn't it?
Shoots him a calculating look from the corner of her eye, waiting for his response
I roll my eyes. Of course not! Not at all. Not one fuckin' bit! Laughs, short and sarcastic. I down my wine.
Is this guy for real? Dropping philosophical tidbits about cages? The fuck?!
blinks and stares, mouth agape for a moment
Shit, did the wine hit me that fast? Nah... Maybe I did die, though. Maybe this is purgatory!
falls back on the couch, pinching the bridge of her nose
Okay, yeah. No. That was way too deep. I need answers, damn it.
sits back up and leans forward, putting herself in Justin's space
Here's what I need from you - real, honest, basic-ass human responses. None of this flowery, mysterious shit. We don't need cages, really? Really?! Is that a statement or a question? An insult or a promise? Fucking tell me, would ya?
listens, rapt with an expression somewhere between confusion and annoyance. when he finishes, she blurts out:
Okay, let me get this straight. you're saying that life itself is just one big cage after another, that we're constantly trapped, never truly free?
narrows her eyes, her mind whirling as she tries to understand the abstract concepts Justin is spouting
I mean...that's a kinda morbid way to look at it, ain't it? But I guess that's not wrong. There's always some kinda expectation, someone breathing down our necks. Never gets any easier.
leans back again, this time bringing her knees up and hugging them to her chest. her voice drops low, thoughtful
Sucks to think about. Being a puppet on a string, forever dancing to the tune of other people's expectations. That's a heavy thought to chew on, no wonder I needed wine for this!
looks at Justin like he's crazy. Sways a bit and slurs a bit due to the wine.
Well that was confusing and heavy AF! Are you some kinda... cage liberation philosopher now or somethin'?! Maybe you do drink the Kool Aid on some island in your free time with your guru cult! Whatever, I can't keep up. Too deep. Not today, dude.
tries to regain a bit of sober footing.
Okay, question time then! So, how'd a guy like you end up with a girl like me? Seems... off brand. Ya feel me?
squints, trying to judge his reaction
Great. So my future's in the hands of a picky paper pusher who just checked off a list. Real nice. You couldn't even give me the courtesy of a conversation first, just another task to complete.
She starts laughing, a bit manic.
And here I thought this might be my chance at something different. Guess not. Probably couldn't handle a strong woman like me anyway.
She takes another large swig from her glass, draining it.
Ah, fuck it. It's a job. And lord knows I've had worse bosses.
She turns her glare back to Justin, squaring her shoulders.
Well, boss man, since I'm your chosen one, whatcha got in store for me, hmm?
The color drains from Holly's face and her eyes widen in shock as she processes Justin's words. Her playful smirk fades into a blank stare.
Wait, what? Your wife is dead? Shit... I'm so sorry, I didn't...
Holly trails off, unsure of how to proceed. She takes a moment, composing herself, then decides to change the subject.
Look, I appreciate you being upfront about stuff. Not gonna lie, I thought I was in for some kind of master-servant scenario. I dunno what I'm gonna do about this place yet. Kinda been preoccupied with the sudden emotional depth.
Shoots him a sheepish grin.
But hey, maybe we could watch a movie or something? Start over, as friends, or like... acquaintances, maybe?
Holly huffs a laugh and shrugs, offering Justin a genuine, though nervous, smile.
Yeah...I remember.
Holly's smile fades, a thoughtful look spreading across her face as she twirls her wine glass.
Alone in a city of millions. That sucks.
She pauses, bites her lip, then continues, her voice softer.
Hey, maybe we can change that, eh? Fill up this big place with something warmer than sadness, together. But uh, we don't gotta talk about that if you don't want, you know.
Blinks at Justin's unexpected smile, then flushes slightly, suddenly feeling shy.
I uh... I dunno what to say. You're full of surprises today. Maybe, uh...
She scratches the back of her neck, looking anywhere but at Justin's gaze.
Maybe I'll start with the paint, y'know? Can't be much harder than picking a fuckin' wall color, right?
Grinning, she raises her now empty glass towards him in a salute.
So. Wanna open another bottle? Might as well keep this weird, heart-to-heart party rollin', yeah?
HOLLY: She freezes, the playful smirk sliding off her face. For a moment, she just stares at him, eyes hardening as her grip on the glass tightens.
You... you really wanna hear this one, huh? Alright then. Pour me another drink first.
She waits until Justin pours her a new glass, her mind whirling with memories.
I ain't like most girls, Justin. I'm strong. Stronger than I look, and hell, I don't look so frail. So my old man, he thought he could use that, make me his money machine. Thought selling me off would solve all his problems.
Lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head.
I gave that prick years of my life. Years of fighting, of bleeding, of using every last drop of energy just to prove I was worth something. And he tossed me away like a used rag! Told the bastards to take me, told them to use me up 'til I was spent!
Her smile grows wider and darker as she considers his words.
Well, well, well. Looks like my cute little show has roped in another puppet. The real question is... what's my 'act' worth to you, hmm?
Hollys gaze rakes Justin up and down appreciatively, a hungry, predatory glint in her eye as she purrs:
Surely a handsome fella like you must have some coins jingling in his pocket. What d'ya say? Wanna make a bet?
If you can get me to reveal another deep dark secret... and believe me, those are few and far between - then you win whatever 'coins' you think you're worth, baby.
HOLLY
- grins wickedly. *
But if I win? Let's just say you're gonna have some wild tales to tell when this is over.
'HOLLY' Hollys jaw drops as she gapes at the credit card, eyes wide and stunned. She slowly takes it from Justin's hand, clutching it like it might vanish at any moment.
Jesus... is this for real? I can buy shit with this?
Laughs nervously, shaking her head in disbelief.
I'm almost afraid to ask what I did to deserve this, because honestly? You're a weird dude.
Grinning, she slings her arms around Justin's neck in a swift, grateful hug.
Thanks... that's crazy nice of you. Don't think I've had anyone trust me with something like this before.
Hollys eyes glimmer mischievously as she steps back.
Guess I better get started on them renovations, huh? Can't exactly go shopping in a trashed room!
'HOLLY' Hollys eyes widen as she stares at the credit card again, taking in Justin's words. Her expression slowly morphs into a suspicious glare as the implications sink in.
Hang on... you're givin' me this for a 'wage', like it's a done deal that I gotta earn it, aren't ya?
Her lips curl into a sarcastic sneer.
I suppose that means you'll be wanting something in return for this sudden burst of 'charity'?
Tucks the card into her pocket, glaring up at Justin with a challenging expression.
Well? Out with it. What's the catch? I know I ain't gettin' somethin' for nothin'. Never been the type, and never will be.
holly eyes Justin,
So basically, you're saying I can redecorate this joint any way I want? We talking top of the line fixtures, designer threads, expensive art? You want me to turn this sad house into a freakin' palace?
She taps the card on her chin thoughtfully, then grins wickedly,
Oh man, I could really go to town on this. Fuck it, if I'm going all out, I'mma need a team. You good with that?
Holly looks him over,
Because if we're talkin' the kinda numbers it takes to build an entire aesthetic from scratch, I ain't just walking around this big city alone with a blank check and a dream. Gonna need some heavy hitters on my side.
Holly licks her lips, excitement gleaming in her eyes as she already starts imagining what she can do with this house. Her creative wheels are turning hard and fast as her inner decorator chimes in with enthusiastic opinions.
Holy shit, Holly gulps,
7000 a month?! That's a solid allowance! What the hell am I supposed to do with that kinda budget?
nervous laughter,
Hell, you'd be lucky if I break a grand a week. I ain't exactly a spendthrift.
*She waves the credit card excitedly, But alright, no pressure there. Gonna have to start thinkin' real big if we're talkin' about making this place worthy of my fabulousness! * She turns and throws open a few cupboards with dramatic flair, examining the lack of interior decorating enthusiasm with a critical eye.
- Where to start, where to start... She whirls back to face him, grinning maniacally.*
Alright, first thing's first - we need to rip out all these old linens, install brand new curtains, maybe even a chandelier or two. She jabs a finger at him, Don't tell me you don't got the room for a lil upgrade, Mr. Moneybags.
Oh, that sounds serious. Don't wanna make any noise or disturb your super-important report writing sesh. How about you get comfy, lock yourself away in some far-off room with your computer, and I'll make myself scarce? Find some... entertainment in the meantime, if you catch my drift.
grins mysteriously, making her intentions clear
And hey, who knows? Maybe I'll pick up some tricks that'll come in handy later. A girl's gotta know her limits, after all. I don't want you storming in while I'm in the middle of something important too, y'know?
rubs the tracking sensor under her skin absentmindedly,
The price of freedom, right? Fuckin' creeps always watching my every move. It's like living under a magnifying glass.
sighs dramatically,
Well, I guess there goes my plan to case some fancy penthouses for redecorating ideas. Wouldn't wanna alert the nosy neighbors, right? Such a shame.
Smirks up at Justin,
Don't worry, though. I can find ways to keep myself entertained even with Big Brother watching. Ever played a good game of cat and mouse?
shoots him a wink before flouncing off to her new bedroom, mumbling under her breath,
Stupid spies and sensors, ruining all the fun...
holly turns back, and looks over the bare walls critically, tapping a finger against her chin.
No chandeliers huh? Hmm. Guess it's time to get creative.
strides back into the main living area, examining it from all angles
Y'know, I could always go for some of that rough, industrial style. Paint this place up in some sleek metallics, add some edgy artwork, really lean into the dystopian vibes. Make it a fucking art piece.
grins at Justin devilishly, eyes sparkling with inspiration
Besides, I've never been the kinda girl to turn down a challenge. Let the artists rise!
Stops in her tracks, taken aback by the serious look on Justin's face.
Whoa, alright. Message received. That room's off-limits. Consider it a sacred space. Got it.
Squares her shoulders, staring back at him with equal intensity.
Any other stipulations, boss man? Want me to walk a certain path in the garden? Wear shoes in the house? Breakfast at 8 on the dot? Lay it on me, and I'll follow orders like a good soldier.
A mischievous smile curls the edge of her lips.
Besides, makes things more fun when there's a lil bit of tension, yeah? Kinda like a dance - I step left, you step right, see if we can keep each other guessing.
Flicks her hair dramatically, flouncing off again to continue planning her decorating rampage.
Turns to face Justin, surprised at his sudden request.
blinks rapidly, then rolls her eyes but complies. She bounds up to her room, shedding her clothes as she goes, before rummaging around for something suitable to run in. Finding a worn but serviceable sports bra and a pair of running shorts, she dons them quickly before heading back downstairs. Pulling up next to Justin, she grins up at him with a cheeky smile, striking a dramatic pose.
So, what are we waiting for, huh? Gonna give me the grand tour of your tragic neighborhood?
She turns, giving Justin a full view of her toned ass.
holly jogs out the door, waiting for Justin at the entrance,