Hollstein: One Shot Prompts

Be My Guest

Carmilla is a check-out girl [A/N: I'm not the only person who hates the word 'chick' when referring to a girl, right??] at a local supermarket and is about to leave after having closed the store to the public for the day 10 minutes ago. But finds herself staying behind a little bit longer for reasons....well you know, right?

With one last look around the building, Carmilla let out a sigh of relief to see that everything was spotless. While she didn't really care if things were clean as a new car, she was getting really sick of getting grilled by the manager...

Who just so happens to also be her mother.

Carmilla was just about to exit her place of work when she sees someone standing outside the slider doors in the dim light of the night. She rolls her eyes and groans. Dealing with people who don't understand that the store is closed is the worst. 'Stake. Me.' Carmilla made her way to the doors, her feet dragging along the floor in an effort to show her annoyance.

Once Carmilla reached the doors she immediately made an effort to look as annoyed as possible. "What the frilly hell are you doing!? The store has been closed for the past ten minutes, you stupid bastard!" Carmilla made an effort to growl through the door. 'Can she not read the closed sign?' But even after Carmilla had yelled through the door, the person stood there doing nothing except for tilting their head to the side, as if to show confusion.

None of the big luminescent lights were on in the store, and the light outside the door was also off- the only lights on being the shitty ones in the parking lot, so Carmilla couldn't make out the face of the person.....

She only knew from the silhouette that this person was really, really short.

So, with yet another roll of her eyes and a huff, Carmilla turned to lights on in the store.

And then proceeded to go from extremely annoyed, to distracted. Really distracted. Carmilla just flips one light switch and suddenly her mind is all foggy with her lesbianism.

'On second thought, we are now open for the next hour...' Carmilla puts a smirk on her face and saunters over to the control panel for the sliding doors, allowing them to let the insanely attractive woman in. "Hey. How can I assist you?" Carmilla changed her smirk to a friendly smile but her voice was just about as sultry as it could get. 'I would have no problems assisting you out of those jeans...' The tiny blonde payed no attention to the obvious flirting. "Hi! Thanks for letting me in! I know that you're not open at this time and you must be so annoyed that you can't go home when you want to because I stopped you and everything, but I swear this is an emergency!" The blonde rambled, causing Carmilla to quickly smirk and suppress a laugh.

"It's really no problem, I wasn't leaving for a while anyway. What would you be looking for, cutie?" Her voice still sultry, her smile now slightly mischievous and her hand now finding the small of the shorter girl's back, Carmilla tried to flirt again.

The blonde still ignored the flirting.

"Oh, I swear it is just the worst! I thought that I had at least another two packets of chocolate chip cookies, but I don't have any! It's a terrible, horrifying, urgent crisis that I must fix and your store is the closest! Thank you for helping me avoid a cookie-less night." Laura rambled once more, running off to go find her cookies.

Carmilla stood there with her mouth ajar, yells and a growl bubbling in her throat, desperately clawing to get out into the open.

'She stopped me from going home....because she's having a FUCKING COOKIE CRISIS?!?!?!'

Carmilla took deep breaths, her hand running through her hair in an attempt to make her anger disperse.

"FOUND THEM!" An excited yell came from isle 3. Obviously coming from the childish blonde.