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@hollyxoxodavis
starter call! i need more threads for my girl. if you would like a starter from holly, hit that heart!
Never take being told no as “no, this isn’t for you.” Take it as “No, not right now.” Sometimes things just happen slower than we want them to, but it doesn’t mean they won’t end up working out. Everything happens for a reason.
sweetkincaid:
“Well don’t go put it on your bucket list. If you want to take something out of someone’s jugs might as well make it a shot, a lot more worth it,” Anastasia smirked, side-eyeing the other impishly.
"Oh, I’ve done that,” Holly pointed out. “And body shots too. What kind of a party girl could I call myself if I hadn’t?!”
pereiralance:
“Accomplice? Oh my, that sounds like real trouble,” Lance smirked, his grin widening as he let his gaze roam across her slender frame. He extended a hand in proper greeting, making sure their gazes locked. “I’m Lance. Linguistics prof. How about you, Holly?”
"Of course— what do you think I was plotting, fake trouble? That’s no fun,” she joked, flipping her hair back over her shoulder as she leaned back against the counter. She was in her typical Holly getup— blouse, skirt, too-high heels. His handshake was firm and Holly found herself intrigued by the guy, looking his physique up and down.
“Lance. Is that short for Lancelot?” she teased, unable to resist making a crappy joke. “I’m not a professor. But if I was, it definitely wouldn’t be in linguistics.”
sweetkincaid:
Anastasia jerked back when the girl appeared in her face from seemingly no where. “And I how would you suggest that? Funneling a beer? Sucking a Juul from sometimes tits?” She asked sarcastically. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting when agreeing to come to this party. A student, practically drooling down at her, had asked her to come and never being one to pass up a chance to mess with an admirer, she said yes.
"I mean, I wasn’t gonna suggest those, but they’re great ideas,” Holly said with a laugh. “I personally have never sucked a Juul out of someone’s tits. Maybe I’ve just never lived.”
pereiralance:
Lance grinned at the girl who was talking to him, a little amused. She was definitely not completely sober, but who was he to judge? She was obviously having more fun than him, who was just trying to figure out why he’d decided to attend a student-organised party anyway. Good lord, he was definitely too old for this. “And how might you propose to ‘liven things up’, young lady?”
"Well first of all, I need to get your name,” she said, straightening up a bit to at least attempt to reach the man in height. She was five-two, maybe five-five thanks to the heels she was wearing, but still fell pitifully short. “I need to know the name of my accomplice, right? I’m Holly.”
Time: 11:48 pm Location: party on campus
“Are you having fun here? You don’t look like you’re having too much fun,” Holly said, drink in hand, already just a little bit tipsy. “C’mon, let’s liven things up a bit!”
marketingpark:
Andrew had an assignment due in his photography class and his usual model was out of town. His teacher really wanted him to use someone else anyhow, wanted them to be more real. Spontaneous. So he walked around the college campus, part of him was too nervous to start taking photos of people without their permission. He closed his eyes and sighed. Spotting someone on a bench he grinned and started to snap a picture of them. Because he hadn’t made himself known to the other person they were candid, just doing whatever they would naturally be doing. Not posing, which is what the teacher wanted. After a couple of pictures he did walk up to the person with a smile. “Hello, I was wondering if I can follow you today and take candid shots? My photography teacher gave us this assignment,” he said rolling his eyes.
“I will let you approve the photos I use, nothing will be submitted without your okay,” he promised. “Oh, and I’m Andrew.”
Every day was an excuse to dress up for Holly, and the campus was her runway. Why not? She certainly had the funds to pull of her chic looks, such as the one she wore now, her blouse tucked into a pleather skater skirt, with tan suede heeled boots completing her look. She was totally oblivious to anyone else being around, thanks to her iPhone, only looking up when she was approached. “What? Oh — sure,” she agreed smiling, having hesitated only for a second or so. Having grown up aspiring to be a model, she was always flattered when someone wanted to take her picture. “Oh, you can use whatever photos you want, I pre-approve them all. Unless it’s like an angle where it looks like I have a double chin or food in my teeth or something.” But she knew her teeth were gleaming perfect, so that wasn’t an issue.
pereiralance:
The campus is nice, this time of year. Lance likes the cold - the weather so different from what he grew up knowing - and the nights are peaceful and quiet. Just the right atmosphere for a walk. He’s been working through the details of an assignment he wants to give the next semester, and all he needs is a breather - just a moment to relax, without thinking about work or responsibilities or whether he should ever get the doctorate he’s been wondering about. The stars are beautiful - worth pausing in his step to look up at and admire.
Holly was still getting used to the weather around campus, the cold. As usual, she was returning back to campus in her usual flurry; a coffee in one hand, her phone in the other, her handbag sliding slightly off her shoulder. She knows she shouldn’t text and walk, or rather insta feed and walk, but she just can’t help it. Very nearly bumping into a guy who was just stood there. “Oh god! Sorry!” She bounced a step back, recovering balance on her heels. Her coffee sploshed inside the paper cup somewhat violently, a few droplets nevertheless escaped.
inconsistcnt:
if you closed one eye, any downtown looked a bit a beautiful blanket of stars. the same stood for denver; regardless of just how small it was. though, more so recently, it had become a bit of an acquired taste. gor those that had been there for years– or in her case, virtually her whole life. everyone and their mother had moved to colorado. that was entirely blamed on the weed rush, as they called it. she couldn’t complain because it meant she made amazing tips. and this view, it absolutely didn’t hurt matters. it helped obviously, regardless of the fact that she’d rather be stood under the sky in the mountains. for the time being, she’d just pretend. “you know if you wink, it kind of looks a bit like the big dipper…” she hummed, realizing she wasn’t the only to have slipped out of the dorm apartments to the roof. doing so herself, she pointed towards the century link building. it stood tall– once completely overshadowing the whole skyline. “i promise i’m not high. it does…” quite sheepishly, she added, “well, sorta.”
The weed was definitely a bonus to living in this town. Not having to sneak around with it, Holly had never really been good at that sort of thing. Back in her hometown, she’d nearly gotten caught once (not that anyone was going to do much with a tiny five foot two white girl). “Well, I am,” she said with a mischievous grin, holding up the joint she had in her hand. A blanket was wrapped around her to keep the cold out; semi successfully. “You want some?” she offered up, extending her hand.
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greyson-sixx:
“You are not the first person to come to my door and joke about talking to me about Jesus… And I’m sure you won’t be the last.” He laughed loudly. “Sure thing, I’d love to help.” Stepping forward, Greyson held out a hand. “Greyson, by the way. Since I’m helping you with your mail now.”
"Damn, I’m not even original,” Holly said with a laugh, shaking her head. She extended her hand to shake his, the action formal and even a little quaint, Holly even found it funny. “I’m Holly. And it’s not mail exactly. It’s a harp.” She set off towards the direction of her house, which really was just next door. “I tried to get it to budge, but I can’t lift the stupid thing on my own.”
autumnxonheels:
“Honestly, it was ridiculous. He was old and disgusting.” Shaking her head the leggy blond kept an eye on every movement the young social climber made. She knew girls like this, maybe this one had potential. “Well, that’ll work, too if you think you can get some good shots. I see… A photoshoot in my closet at the the estate, maybe even a couple of us together if we need something interesting.” She wasn’t sure what sort of followers this girl would have that she herself didn’t but it would be nice to expose herself as much to them as expose Holly to her own. Her own carried more weight, though, that was for sure. Still, favours were good currency in the online social community. “Have you collabed with anyone big yet?”
"That’s so gross,” Holly said with a disapproving shake of her head. Men could truly, really be the worst, and she’d seen it all in both her time as a model and budding actress. “Well, I don’t really use my personal instagram for much,” Holly admitted, “still on the fence whether I want to take it public again. But when I used to model I did campaigns for DKNY, Diesel, and Fendi, among others,” the brunette boasted. No need to mention that a majority of her work was print ads for middle of the road brands like Banana Republic, The Gap and the like. One casting agent even told her insultingly that she had the perfect face for a J.C. Penney catalogue.
ryleerosereed:
Rylee let out a drunken huff and smiled as she brought up all of the things she wanted to do. She let her head rest on her friends shoulder. “okay, well I know the grocery store in town is 24 hours, and they havvvee to have cupcakes” she laughed. She raised her head up and smiled. “you have the best ideas Hol. We should grab a bunch of cider and just sit at the top of the water tower.. I dont know how youre going to do it in those heels… but we are going to do it” her brown eyes lit up once more “What do you have?” she questioned
"Okay perfect,” Holly said, the first part of the plan coming together. It might not be Sprinkles or Magnolia from back in New York, but it’d have to do. “Cider, okay, adding that to the scheme,” she said with more laughter ringing out, the silliest ideas coming to her after a long night of drinking. And they’d definitely pulled a long night at the sports bar in town. “Tsk, tsk Rylee, never question my ability to climb in heels,” she said, even though she was known for being a klutz at heart. But drunken confidence was getting the best of her. “Ta-daaa....!” Holly said, pulling out a small baggie that contained weed. They’d need rolling papers for it and a lighter, which she currently did not have, but that too could easily be found.