Interlude: Katrina's Bedroom

“Good God, Holly!” Katrina exclaimed as her friend downed her fifth shot. “Be careful! You’re going to be sick!”

“I don’t want to be sick,” the silver-haired young woman declared. “I want to be drunk.”

“Why?”

“Ask them,” Holly pointed at Cheryl and Lisa, who were exchanging knowing looks, glowering at the pair.

Katrina glanced at her two friends and groaned. Cheryl must have snuck down to the living room when I was in the bathroom, she thought.

“What’s wrong, Holly?” she asked. “What’s bothering you?” Probably Gerald.

“They never cared about me,” Katrina’s friend grimaced.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t know?” Holly glanced at the redhead.

“Know what?”

Holly sighed and set down the full shot glass of vodka.

“Ever since those two became interested in your brother,” she said, “They’ve been coming to me for comfort and ease over him. I’ve had to do a lot to calm them down and they’ve never done the same for me.”

“Not you too,” Katrina moaned.

“It’s not like that,” Holly snapped sharply. “I’ve had to make them forget about Gerald from time to time, generally every time they saw him, and to do so, I pleasured them. Not that they cared about my feelings, oh no. They always left afterwards, leaving me high and dry.”

“You pleasured them?” her friend blinked, confused about Holly’s confession. “I don’t understand. What did you do for them?”

“Oh please,” she glared at Katrina. “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t,” the redhead frowned.

“God,” Holly rolled her eyes. “You’re so frigging straight-laced. Do you always go around wearing blinders? I ate them out, okay? Jeez.”

“You ate them out? I’ve never heard that before,” Katrina said, chewing at her lower lip. Holly groaned.

“You know,” she hissed. “Muff diving. Cunt licking. Cunnilingus. I put my mouth to their tight little twats and gave them oral sex! God, you’re so dumb about so many things!”

“Why, why did you do that to them?” the redhead asked tentatively.

“Because I’m their friend,” Holly sighed. “I wanted to help them. They used to be so uptight about your brother until today. Besides, I liked doing it. I just wish they had returned the favor. They always left afterwards, leaving me high and dry to deal with my own little lust.”

“They shouldn’t have done that,” Katrina said softly, lowering her eyes to the carpet.

“Well,” her silver-haired friend said. “You have to take the good with the bad.” Holly lifted the shot glass to her lips and tossed back the vodka. Katrina glanced at her then up at her other two friends on her bed.

“Meet me in Gerald’s room,” she lowered her voice.

“Huh?”

“Just to it, ‘kay? Gerald should be engrossed in that book of his by now. I doubt he’d interrupt us.”

“Oh,” Holly’s light blue eyes widened. With a proud smirk, Katrina stood up and left the bedroom.

“Is she going again?” Lisa called over to Holly.

“Yes,” she answered coolly.

“Probably going to visit Gerald,” Cheryl giggled into the brunette’s ear. Holly sniffed at her two friends and stood up, following Katrina out of the room.