If anyone one ends up doing this with me I'll put up her picture soon but long brown curls, been eyes, freckles, model looks. If you like it a bit more than what I'm doing, Skype me.)
Early August nights were Holly's favourite. Especially when she was trapped up in the hottest nightclub around. She had stopped by this specific one in her travels from going back to Wales as she came from visiting her friend Taiwan. She had no idea where she was now, being a small country and young one at that (Wales has been independent from England for 12 years), and she certainly didn't know the man whom owned the place. Not the club, but the country itself. She thought it may have been Mister Austria, a close friend of her brother, but a few words seemed off and their accents were odd when the whom did speak English tried to get at her. But at the time being, she was perched on a worn leather couch a bit closer to the side that she had found. The music was an odd pulsing and people who spoke English told her that it was called dubstep. She liked the choppy music and the hard bass and she found it hard not to get up and sway around to the pulsing beat. The only reason she didn't was because she didn't know if this country was her friend or her enemy. The bright colours flashing on her only highlighted her beautiful features and she held a bottle of foreign liqueur in her hand. She wore a moss green crop top and leather shorts with brown stilettos, making her look delicious and dangerous like she was. She waited and waited, watching to see who would come and try to swoop her up first.