@nxceguy //
Her small, lithe frame leaned against the wall, right outside the office door of some Joe Cabot. Whoever he is, he seems to be important to her father, a man she’s not so thrilled to be around at all. In all honesty, she’s surprised anyone can understand his thick accent. She’s also surprised he’s half way sober, let alone sober enough to stand.
She looks like some black and white movie star from the sixties, with her mod dress and hair flipped out at the shoulders... Holly definitely doesn’t fit in here, and she’s feeling that way. The girl’s a god damn BABY SITTER, for lack of better words. And even the smell of gun powder still frightens her.
“Why do people call you ‘Nice Guy’ ?? How’d you end up with that nick name ??”
The question was accompanied by large eyes flicking to meet his, but her head never seemed to move.









