Hollstein: One Shot Prompts

Last Call

While out for dinner with the gang (Lafontaine, Perry, Kirsch and Danny), Laura finds herself in a ladies room stall where she finds a number. Well.....we all know Laura by now! Her journalism instincts take over her, for she just has to find out who the number belongs to.....

"To Laf and Perry! After knowing each other your entire lives and dating for ten years, you've finally tied the knot! We are all so ecstatic for the both of you that none of us, especially me, can put it into words. Enjoy your honeymoon, and Danny you owe me twenty bucks. To Laferry!" Laura finished her speech with a squeal.

"To Laferry!" Came the resounding chorus of the gang, followed by the sculling of drinks and woops of celebration from all of the joy filled people, even Danny; who put on a sour face as she handed the blonde the $20 she owed. "I can't believe I actually thought Perry would propose." She falsely grumbled after paying.

Laf walked over to Laura and slung their arm over her shoulder. "Thanks for that speech Frosh, I never would've gotten to this point with Perr without you. After all, I don't think she would've liked my proposal idea....." Laf's voice trailed off as they thought about their idea. Laura giggled and nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think sending one of your thoroughly trained lab rats to her with the ring between its teeth and a note saying "Love ya Perr, so I was thinking, wanna get married?" on it would have ended with your head on a platter." Laura laughed as she recalled Laf's proposal plan. "Exactly my point! Really, thanks Laura. None of us would be where we are without you." After realising how mushy they sounded, Laf gave Laura a friendly punch  on the arm before returning to their wife.

Laura watched the two interact with a grin. The love the couple of red heads shared was not something you see everyday, so Laura was grateful to be a part of their story.

After many more drinks, Laura found herself needing to go to the bathroom before her bladder exploded. With a squeak of an 'excuse me', she shuffled to the ladies room.

With a sigh of relief, Laura let go of all of the tension she had in her lower belly. She let her eyes wonder the spotless red and white stall...well, she thought it was spotless until she found something scribbled onto one of the walls. Laura's eyes widened before her eyebrows creased. After many seconds spent observing the black ink, she made out a number with the message "Only call if you're worth my time, sweetheart." Laura pondered this for a while. 'Wow they must be really miserable and alone if they have to resort to vandalism to get their kicks...' She tried to ignore the number, she tried to erase it from her thoughts as she pulled up her underwear and smoothed down her summer dress so that she could get through the rest of the night...but she was Laura Hollis. College journalism major and lead investigative reporter at the Voice of Silas newspaper, and she just had to find out who the mysterious person behind the messily written number was. So with a deep breath and a 'damn it Hollis', Laura took out her phone from the button up she was wearing underneath her dress and dialled the number.

Three rings later and the person on the other end finally picked up. "Hey." Is all that came from the phone other than the sounds of movement. The voice was feminine, yet deep and sultry. An intoxicating voice in Laura's opinion and she didn't even know who this person on the other line was. "Hey. I found your number in the stall, who the hell are you?" Laura kept her response as curious yet professional as she could, prompting a deep chuckle from the other line. "Carmilla. And who might you be, sweetheart?" Carmilla said in her signature subtle (not subtle at all) flirtatious tone.

Laura huffed and rolled her eyes, despite the fact she was biting her lip because of the fact her gay rainbow soul keeps whispering "Damn that voice is hot!" in the back of her mind. "Laura....Hollis." Laura mumbled reluctantly (not at all). She could practically see the smirk she heard curl upon the other girl's lips. "Well, Laura Hollis. What is it that you are calling for?" Carmilla asks, her voice still flirtatious.