The following morning| Whitney |In Loving Memory,Theresa Caroline York-O’SullivanFebruary 11th 1986 - May 17th 2020 ✿ A Celebration Of Life ✿The thin paper program felt strange -grainy- between Whitney’s fingertips as she stared at the front page absently. A studio shot of Theresa smiling radiantly jumped right out at her. The deceased woman’s golden blonde hair had been arranged into perfect soft beach waves cascading down her frail shoulders, and she was wearing one of her favorite floral designer dresses. As Whitney peered into her sister’s lightly done up sea green eyes however, she couldn’t find an ounce of happiness present in them. Instead, they appeared dim and closed off. Maybe it was a recent picture?How long had she been feeling that way bef

| Hollis |Attention hungry Criszette Swearengen and reserved Hollis Bogard were living, breathing proof that Whitney York didn’t have a set in stone type when it came to the women she romantically involved herself with. In many, many ways. The girls couldn’t have been any more different in appearance, from their opposite end of the spectrum hair color and cuts to their unique style of dress. Even at a dignified funeral, where the gatherers typically wore similar attire, Zette showed up to Theresa’s service in a flashy navy blue two piece pants suit paired with a black silk shirt and matching blazer on top for an added layer. Overly fond of expensive jewelry, the dark haired woman sported silver rings on both hands and a thin matching necklace. In contrast, Hollis chose form fitting black slacks and a plain white button up shirt. The silk tie she wore earlier had been done away with for comfort’s sake, and her sleeves were rolled up to the elb

| Hollis |I’m high as fuck right now. How the hell did THAT happen!? Hollis was somewhat aware of what was going on around her, but was also too high to care much about anything other than hanging around Whitney’s neck at the moment. She didn’t even remember being helped into her girlfriend’s parent’s roomy vehicle and carted back to their place for the evening– only stopping at The Dixie Hollywood Hotel so Whitney could check out and retrieve their belongings all by herself, ignoring James’ gentle offer to help. The dark haired girl had been quick to understand she couldn’t react harshly when Hollis was this blitzed out back at the steakhouse, so she was currently cradling the giggly blonde in her old neatly made up Queen sized canopy bed quietly; Staring straight ahead at the macaroni art she’d left behind on her plain white bedroom wall after picking up and moving to Mai

Four days later| Hollis |“Borta bra men hemma bäst”A very young Hollis, maybe four or five at the most, used to chuckle quietly when Margot would sigh this Swedish saying under her breath after their family returned home from a long outing or extended vacation. It’s literal translation in English sounded positively ridiculous at the time, making it impossible for the little girl not to giggle into her tiny hands—often staring up at Dalton’s equally amused expression as she did so.“Away is good, but at home is best.” The spent twenty nine year old felt completely different about that peculiar proverb now as she stood in front of her full length mirror in solemn silence; Especially since “there’s no place like home” didn’t quite make the cut. Dull grey eyes blinked at a reflection Hollis couldn’t recognize while she f

The following morning | Kendra |“Huh. I guess Holl wound up staying over last night.” Kendra muttered softly with worried moss green eyes fixated on her best friend’s blue corolla, which was parked on the gorgeous property adjacent to Whitney’s black Prius. Having just pulled in following an exhilarating evening at Vivian’s, the small punk rocker was a little put off that Whitney didn’t shoot her a ‘heads up’ text like she normally would when Hollis crashed at their place. Had she known at least a little ahead of time, there’s no way in hell she would’ve spontaneously invited her new girlfriend over for what was supposed to be a romantic brunch. She’d planned an entire day for the two of them too; Eating great home cooked food and settling in to study for a few finals they had coming up.So much for THAT relaxing, drama free day.