Holly goes to the coffee shop

It was a nice day out, and Holly was hard at work. That is to say that she was hard at work torturing her employees, and making their lives miserable, while Holly took an extended break to get one of the fattening, sugary coffee concoctions that she was such a huge fan of. Honestly, with the amount of syrups, chocolate and whipped cream that went into those drinks, Holly might as well have simply gotten a huge milkshake. But since it was coffee, the calories really didn't count, right?

In any case, Holly found herself impatiently waiting in line, her fancy fingernails furiously tapping against the screen of her phone, as she rapidly texted her vapid circle of friends the latest gossip. Impatiently, the arrogant fashionista glared at the line in front of her. Didn't these morons realize that she was important - far more important than their insignificant little lives - and that she had things to do? Honestly, the nerve of these idiots, she thought to herself.

The woman standing in front of her was really irritating the arrogant Holly. The offending customer was wearing clothes just as expensive and nice as Holly's...and truth be told, she wore them better than Holly did. The woman had curves to spare, and Holly couldn't help but stare in undisguised rage and jealousy. Even her hair was nicer - the blonde tresses cascading off the bitch's head in waves. Self-consciously, Holly fixed her own dark red locks, and shot new glares of irritation towards the offending woman.

"Oh honestly, what the fuck are all you people doing?" growled Holly. She had intended those words for nobody to hear, but unfortunately the blonde woman heard the remark

"Excuse me?" shot the blonde, as she spun around to face Holly directly. "Just who the hell do you think you are, bitch?"