Giving a damn

 What the hell was this about? Something had happened and Holly had to be such arse. Stevie gave her a funny look. Of course, J was on his mind, but this thing with Carrie. The poor little thing needed some compassion.

He grabbed Holly's hand and took her to the bathroom. At least it smelled of fresh mint, but of course, Carrie had been there before them because she needed to freshen up. At that time, Stevie had a lot on his mind, wondering how to unload on Holly. Perhaps.

"What did you do!" He was in a whispered shout. Carrie was out in the kitchen making tea and toast. 

"What do you mean?" Holly winced hard as if she was the fool in all this. A stupid fool going about her business not minding who she might hurt. Yes, he had his ways of making her spill about the ordeal at Sal's.

"You get mixed up with a bartender, have blood on your face, and expect Carrie to fix everything!" He got in her space. No way was he kissing up. He'd let her know who she was. Plain and simple. He had her backed in a corner. Finally, she sat on the commode seat. She sighed.

"OK, we ..we might have..you know, made out..I guess." She said it was all a blur to her. She just hadn't wanted to think about Trace and everything that went down.

Of course, she'd left in one of Carrie's tracksuits. Didn't Holly know Carrie was the best? As in probably so much better than the bartender...Stevie sighed. 

"She's been hurt," Stevie told her.

"Who? What do you mean?" Holly squinted as she looked up at him.

"You! You hurt people so easily."

"I do not."

"You have to be here, for Carrie," Stevie explained.

"I do?" She gave him a soured look. Stevie nodded.

"Just one more thing," he said he was leaving. He needed to sleep in his own bed.

"What?"

"Was it limp or still hard?"

Stevie didn't even wait for an answer.  He didn't look back. He grabbed a piece of buttered toast before he left.

"You tell me if she gives you any trouble," Stevie said to Carrie right before he stuffed the crunchy toast in his mouth.