#*holly

Dog Days (1/1)

Johnny: *reading texts*

Holly: “...hello? Earth to Johnny, you there bud?”

Johnny: “Uh huh.”

Holly: “Sooo... how was that open mic last night?”

Johnny: “So-so. It’s Lucky Shack, can’t expect much.” 

Holly: “Ugh that place smells like stale peanuts and spilled EAPA. I thought you had the number for that lady at Orchid A-Go-Go? You really should give her a call.”

Johnny: “Already did. Said she didn’t give her number to a Mr. Smith. Hung up.”

Holly: “Sorry, but who’s Mr. Smith?”

Johnny: “Me.”

Holly: “You? Jonathan Smith? What the heck kind of anonymous serial killer name is that?”

Johnny: “idk. Like everything else right now it’s a work in progress. You try getting disowned and reinventing yourself, okay?”

Holly: “Fair enough, we’ll workshop that name though.”

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Trade The Whip Out for a Bike* (1/3)

Holly: “Hey I’m heading out.”

Johnny: *mouth full of toothpaste* “muh-huh.”

Holly: “Want me to grab anything for you on my way back? My treat since I have actual lines today.”

Johnny: *spits* “Nope. I’m going to try and get a few hours of work in before tonight. “Murder Victim no.2″ was it? Break a leg.”