[ Holli giggles, brushes by as she click-clack steps her way out. Rude.
Maybe the crowd isn't so happy to part for them when they leave the cage, but Holli's, well - she's got maybe two inches on a young Brad Pitt, so. She's like 6'1. Also really weird and cartoony and it seems to be working to her advantage because no one really wants to touch her? That'll bother her at some point, probably, but right now it works to her advantage.
Sure, her opponent is hurt, but Holli doesn't grasp the real gravity of what she's done to the woman. Wouldn't care if she did. She won, now she's getting a free drink (drinks), it's all working out great so far. Even if they apply to her now, real world laws escape her completely. Like when she slinks up to the bar, leaning over it in an exaggerated, almost ridiculous looking fashion, arm pillowing her cartoon cleavage. She flutters her eyes at the bartender, practiced. ]
Hey there. [ The man glances up, scowls at her. ] I'm really thirsty after that fight.
[ Then buy a fucking drink, bimbo, he spits back, and Holli looks like she's been slapped. It may be the first time anyone has ever turned down her advances outside of that self-righteous jackass Frank back in Cool World, but he had clear (stupid) reasons. This one though? Like, the sheer nerve?
She may be gripping the bar hard enough to leave hairline fractures in it now. ]
I don't know who the hell you think you're talking to, pal--
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[ Holli giggles, brushes by as she click-clack steps her way out. Rude.
Maybe the crowd isn't so happy to part for them when they leave the cage, but Holli's, well - she's got maybe two inches on a young Brad Pitt, so. She's like 6'1. Also really weird and cartoony and it seems to be working to her advantage because no one really wants to touch her? That'll bother her at some point, probably, but right now it works to her advantage.
Sure, her opponent is hurt, but Holli doesn't grasp the real gravity of what she's done to the woman. Wouldn't care if she did. She won, now she's getting a free drink (drinks), it's all working out great so far. Even if they apply to her now, real world laws escape her completely. Like when she slinks up to the bar, leaning over it in an exaggerated, almost ridiculous looking fashion, arm pillowing her cartoon cleavage. She flutters her eyes at the bartender, practiced. ]
Hey there. [ The man glances up, scowls at her. ] I'm really thirsty after that fight.
[ Then buy a fucking drink, bimbo, he spits back, and Holli looks like she's been slapped. It may be the first time anyone has ever turned down her advances outside of that self-righteous jackass Frank back in Cool World, but he had clear (stupid) reasons. This one though? Like, the sheer nerve?
She may be gripping the bar hard enough to leave hairline fractures in it now. ]
I don't know who the hell you think you're talking to, pal--
[ SAVE HER AERYN. ]