@moonpains Silver Scream
"Oh! August! Haha!"
She slams the van doors closed, but they don't shut, stuck on something. Holly stands in front of whatever it is, smiling. Her clothes are soaked under her winter jacket, and she hates the way the wooly fabric covering her hands feels, soaked in wet, rapidly cooling blood.
"Uh! Oh! The VCR!" She says, forcing another laugh. "Uhm, we had to close. Early today? Because of uh. A spill. Inside. Yeah. A spill, and so no dues today, you can uh... can you bring it back tomorrow? No charge, of course." She'll pay the fine herself.
She has to clean inside before anyone else can go in there. But she has to get rid of the sad sack of butchered meat in the back of her van first. She turns abruptly, trying to shove the wayward, stiffened leg into the doors, but it gives her trouble for a few seconds before she manages to force it through, shutting the van door behind her and smiling widely.
