>>18641498For a moment, Holly is somewhat impressed by the sheer gall of the rookie. Yet, before she can comment, she finds herself under a veritable vomit of vocabulary. Second-hand embarrassment floods the graduate, was she so ridiculously cringey with her callouts of Milf and Omega? Madre de dios...
Holly looks at the outstretched arm for a moment, considering the outstretched hand. For a brief moment, she considers grabbing it. Before Paule speaks in a way that feels less like a fangirl's commentary and more like a slap across the face.
Merch. The same merch that Priscilla got shares of the sales from. The same Priscilla that had humiliated her time and time again, whose pet had brained her, who had corrupted Amy, who seemed to constantly be on the rise with her money and power, while Holly had to fight and struggle for every ounce.
>Call me whatever the hell you want.>Just don't buy my fucking merch.>Everything yellowjacket and dojo associated funds a bulllshit ass cult.Holly sniffs, snubbing the girl's hand in favour of looking over her shoulder at the dojo. A few familiar faces, idly she wonders if Ash still bothered to pretend to give a shit about the young girls.
>Look, kid, let me give you some advice before you go asking anyone else for their autograph or whatever the fuck.>No one in this company, no one in this industry, is your friend.>They're all looking to use you, to beat you, to build themselves up on your back.>You want training? >This is your first lesson.>People here either are blatantly out for your blood or will play nice and stab you in the back later.Like Omega did to me... the intrusive thought bites at Holly
>The good ones. We'll be upfront about it...Holly shrugs, extends her hand as if offering a hand shake, before striking Paule across the face with her other palm.
>You got a good smile. Don't let any of us take that from you 