starter for: @willholder location: the 401 time: 2:30am
It was hard to tell the exact moment when Holly crossed the threshold from just a little buzzed to full on tipsy. She’d started drinking the second she stormed away from Emir and hadn’t really stopped since then. Seeing him had sent her into a bit of a tailspin, a fact she would never ever admit to anyone. The fact that someone else could have that much of an affect on her, was intolerable. And a big part of why she was drinking so much.
So by the time she showed up at the 401, she was not only incapable of walking in a straight line, but also of making good decisions. After knocking back a shot or two of tequila - a shot or two more than she needed, I might add - she was dancing with a couple strangers in the middle of the dance floor when she spotted Will. With little to no thought, except that maybe just maybe, this could show Emir, wherever he was, that she truly did not care, she made a beeline - a very zig zagged beeline - for the club owner. When she got close enough, she reached out and clumsily threw herself at him, tangling her arms around his neck as she attempted to press herself to him. “How’s my favorite pretend boyfriend?” she asked, batting her eyes up at him.
