#*ollie thread

it's hard to know what to make of pash. on the one hand she's a brother in arms, on the other, the more cynically capitalistic hand holding a money bag, she's competition in a very niche business. god, life must be so much easier as a travel channel star with phony visions and a posse. zak bagans gets to have a haunted museum and ollie has to file taxes as a freelancer.

it's always a good idea to try and get out more, until you're out, and every inconvenience is breaking down your faith that this night will turn around. someone spilled a pint on ollie's shoe, an ugly guy gave her his number and refused to leave until she dialed it in front of him, and the one person she thought was hot enough to take home threw up on the sidewalk while leaving the first location.

that's usually her line. although, on occasion, it's easier to lie and just say she's unemployed. sometimes being too candid with a stranger gets a girl dragged to the nearest church.

"do you take apple pay?" she trips over the question, disgusted with herself for having to ask. you tell yourself you're not gonna get reliant on it, and then suddenly you're standing in a witch's apothecary trying to buy a pendulum with your phone.

"did you really?" ollie's a little manic from the adrenaline it took to escape the cold grasp of what was probably a poltergeist, shaking off each leg like she's just run a marathon. "would you have gone back to check? i know superheroes aren't EMTs, but maybe you kind of should be?"

"i have to be honest about something stupid. i used to work for one of those bus tour companies that would drive people by celebrity homes. just as a driver and just because i needed money badly, but i definitely was enabling some weirdo behavior, and because you are a celebrity and i still feel kind of guilty about it- i'm doing myself a favor and clearing the air."