Hello kiddies- back again. This time I'm going to do my best to try and finish this one. I've had some issues to deal with that have left little time or inclination for writing, but let's hope that changes, shall we?
xo, Austin
"Holly, what are you listening to?" Sarah took in the unlit room from her position in the doorway, light from the hall flooding in around her. A mostly empty fifth of vodka was about to fall off of the dark-haired girls nightstand, an open 2-liter bottle of Mountain Dew sat next to it.
"S'nothing," Holly slurred, feeling the imprint her quilt had left on her cheek as she tried to prop herself up. She wavered, and slumped back onto the bed face-first.
"This is not nothing. This is Air Supply, for gods sakes. This is 'I'm All Out of Love'! Jesus Christ."
"Yuh…" The girls words were muffled, spoken into her blankets. "But 'e hates Air Sply," she muttered.
"He? Is this about Reid?" Sarah's voice was shaper than she'd intended, and she reached out a hand to smooth Holly's hair before catching herself and letting it drop. "Holly." Her voice was soft. "What's wrong?"
"Said s'nothing," Holly repeated, more emphatically this time. "S'not 'bout anybody."
"Yeah. You're right. It's not about anybody. It's about you drunk off your ass alone, passing out in the dark at two o'clock in the afternoon on a Sunday. Is it about your show last night? It went so well, though- everybody loved you guys."
"S'not about the shooow," she moaned, sounding more and more exasperated, "wasn' alone anyways."
"Oh?" Sarah's gaze sharpened. "Oh, okay then. Do you want to tell me who got you this drunk, then, and left you here in the middle of the afternoon alone passing out with your fucking vodka??"
"Mm… no?"
"It was Reid, wasn't it? God, I knew he had something to do with this. I'm going to go find that boy and when I do I'm going to kill-" if Sarah had been a cat, she would have been hissing. At this, though, Holly sat up, swaying slightly before steadying herself with a hand on the wall.
"No! No. He wasn'ere. I ha- I haven'even talked to him. I wasn' with 'im. Has nothing to DO with 'im." She was nearly shouting now, or the closest she could come to it.
"Okay, okay, sure. How about drinking some water then?" Sarah crossed the room, filling a glass with tap water straight from the bathroom sink. She knew better than to argue with someone as drunk as Holly was right now. And she had a feeling she knew someone better to talk to.