@pianetta continued from HERE
An evening of peace was something she desperately needed, whether she would like to admit it or not. So often is she surrounded by noise -- by utter chaos . Nights like these were so special to her ; so deeply craved. His music playing always put her at ease , whether that be her own fondness for tunes or his presence, she was never really sure. But, certainly, the time Holli spent with Stu was always looked forward to (aside from the couple of UPS and DOWNS they’d experienced) . There weren’t any other Doodle girls this time. No TRAMPS that Holli had to kick out of her apartment. Nope. It was just a calm, quiet sort of affair, even with their brief outing. It was still just them. And the blonde almost preferred it that way.
STAY WITH ME ALL NIGHT , she had said. Delivered with soft gentility -- a hint of teasing. A side smirk donning her countenance as she fell into the comfort of her soft bed.
Holli’s blue eyes peek over top of her covers as she burrows under them, batting widely as she awaited his reply -- her smile still in place, as noted by the crinkling at the corners of her eyes. His inquiry follows and the Doodle gives her shoulders a shrug. She offers a sound of I DON’T KNOW , while keeping her eyes on him and her face cheekily covered. Maybe she asked because she wasn’t ready to part ways for the evening -- Maybe it was a joke. Maybe this ... Maybe that ...
Would he see this as a MOMENT OF WEAKNESS ? Or would he just see this as Holli being ... Holli ?
His next words seem to take FOREVER and Holli waits, bated and a tad nervous. But he concedes. Surprise momentarily vibrates in the pit of her stomach -- or maybe that’s just the anxiety talking. She sits up, exposing the rest of her face, head canting in her stunned state. Her coy smile grows, breaking out a big grin in its place instead. She breathes out a sigh through her nose and finds herself feeling VICTORIOUS.
He tells her to SCOOT and she obliges, shifting over to offer Stu enough space on her QUEEN sized mattress. She takes a pose of comfort, burrowing her face into one of her many pillows that sat at the top of her already plush bed. Her gaze is obscured by cushion, eyes averted. If he needs to make himself more comfortable , this is definitely the time.
❛ Y’know, I’ve probably got some whiskey in the side table drawer, ❜ she adds, eyes still closed. It’s more so out of her version of exhaustion than MANNERS but she doubt it truly matters. ❛ If you wanna keep boozin’, I mean. ❜