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"Oh" was all Marianne could say when she picked up her next order for delivery. 3 large cheese pizzas for Hilda Valentine Goneril, Hilda... She hadn't thought about Hilda since high school, well no that's a lie she occasionally looks up her Instagram but seeing how ex crushes were doing was normal, right? She had it bad for Hilda in high school, but really who can blame her Hilda was gorgeous and despite her reputation was always pleasant. Tonight was going to be a long night.
As she approached the neighbourhood Marianne remembered another thing about Hilda, her family was absolutely loaded. She lived on the east side of town, somewhere she's never had to deliver before, presumably because the people here aren't clamouring to order "greasy Alois's." She still doesn't know how they stay in business with a name like that. The houses she passes seem like something you'd see in a movie, and she feels very out of place in her oily red and yellow uniform. Soon she finds the address and gets off her shitty scooter, her boss has had to replace the thing 3 times since shes been there, each with more of a deathtrap than the last. She's pretty confident no one around here is going to steal it though. She's not surprised that Hilda's house has a huge gate to get in, it suits her. She rings the buzzer and it feels like hours before she hears a mixture of static and loud music, she thinks she can make out the words "fuck yeah!" Before the gates pull open.
The walk up to the house is surprisingly long and Marianne takes back every bad thing she has ever said about her scooter. She finally arrives at what can only be described as "entirely too much house" and rings the doorbell, hoping she'll be heard above Gwen Stefani's Hollaback girl blasting from inside. It takes a minute but the door swings opens and Hilda is standing there slightly sweaty, slightly dishevelled but every bit as gorgeous as Marianne remembers. Fuck.
"Ooh Pizza girl! I wanted a sausage pizza but this is better!" Hilda says as she leans against the door frame.
"You- you ordered all cheese" was all Marianne could say after figuring the implications of what Hilda had said.
"Wait shit! Marianne!? Oh my goddess it's been so long you HAVE to come in" before she even realises what's happening Hilda is pushing her through the door and now that she's closer she can smell the overwhelming scent of alcohol.
"Hilda I'm working! I can't just stop to go to a party" she stammers but Hilda just laughs.
"Good thing there isn't one!"
As they enter the main hall Marianne notices two things, it somehow seems even bigger on the inside. And more unusually, there's no one else around.
"See no party here it's just the two of us... although we could party if you want to?" She winks and makes a trail up Mariannes arm with her fingers.
Marianne can feel her cheeks heating up and chokes out the first thing that comes to her head
"You ordered three larges"
Hilda's eyes light up as if she had somehow forgotten about the contents of the boxes Marianne is holding.
"Oh shit yeah, sorry Mari I'd rather be eating you but I'm starving" and she immediately snatches the top box and crams an entire slice in her mouth, sauce goes everywhere and it's both disgusting and somehow the hottest thing Marianne has ever seen. Choosing to ignore Hilda's flirting Marianne puts the other two boxes down on a nearby table
"So i need to go... umm can you pay me?"
As soon as she says it she knows what's coming and mentally slaps herself, and sure enough Hilda gets a glint in her eye.
"Oh no... i don't think i can pay you, maybe we can work something else out?" She bats her eyes and poses at Marianne, Sauce still covering her face. Marianne has had it at this point she's too tired, and at this point frustratingly horny.
"Hilda, this room is like 3 of my shitty apartment. .. i know you can afford this and also you're clearly very drunk. I have to go." Hilda just laughs
"Don't be silly Mari I've had like 2...3? Drinks max" Marianne isn't convinced as Hilda holds at least 7 fingers up, going back and forth on an 8th.
"Hilda, i need the money"
The pink haired girl looks very unimpressed but relents "fiiiiine, you leave me too" she says pointedly as she storms into the other room. It doesn't take Marianne long to put two and two together, the alcohol, the three large pizzas, the gwen stefani. Clearly something was going on with Hilda, and Marianne can sympathise with that, But she's also on the clock. Hilda comes back but stops just short of Marianne with a look of pure horror on her face.
"Oh Goddess no, Marianne come quickly" she snaps back into action and once again, before Marianne can even realise what is happening, she's being dragged through the Goneril estate.
Their destination, it turns out was the bathroom, or the nearest one at least. Marianne finds herself kneeling on the gold tiles, with a handful of regret in the form of Hilda's hair. In high school being able to touch Hilda's hair was a dream, this was more of a nightmare as she holds back the pink haired girls locks while she's experiencing the aftermath of inhaling a whole slice of pizza at once. She does her best to whisper sweet comforts, or does her best to make them sound sincere at least.
After close to an hour and a truly impressive amount of self control from the almost fuming Marianne, it's over. Hilda is now slouched over the bathtub sobbing softly in relief.
"You need water Hilda, where's the kitchen?" She asks as she heads for the door. Hilda very unhelpfully points in a direction and makes a noise that could be interpreted as "there" Marianne rubs the bridge of her nose with her fingers and heads off. 10 minutes later she returns with a tall glass that she, on more than one occasion on the journey through the estate, considered drinking herself. To her utter delight, Hilda is no longer slouched over the tub, in fact she's nowhere to be seen. Marianne thinks she's going to lose it.
Thankfully it doesn't take long to find Hilda, in the foyer attempting to eat another slice. She startles when she sees Marianne walk in and hovers her mouth over the slice, Marianne is staring daggers through her and Hilda resembles a child caught in the cookie jar. It takes some coercion but Marianne manages to swap the slice for the glass of water and Hilda takes slow sips. The water seems to have had an effect because it doesn't take long before Hilda is at it again "Mari, Mari, Mari... you're so good to me. You should stay over and keep me company" Marianne was about to protest when instead she grins and says "okay Hilda, let's go to your room." Hilda falters for a moment blushing but picks herself up quickly and leads Marianne there.
The risk Marianne took was calculated, but luckily for her, all the scumbags that try to short-change her have made her quite good at math. As soon as Hilda hit the bed she fell asleep. Letting out the biggest sigh of relief Marianne sets the glass of water down on the nightstand next to her bed and quickly looks for pen and paper. It doesn't take long to find some among the mess of Hilda's room and she quickly scribbles a note. She heads downstairs before picking up the pizza boxes and taking them all the way to the kitchen and into the fridge. On her way out Shania Twain is on the stereo and she commits a cardinal sin by turning her off, she's too tired to care.
It takes a lot of explanation to her boss as to why she was gone for such a long time, why she smells like a brewery and worst of all why she didn't get the money for the pies. Thankfully he's a good guy and she's never done anything like this so he believes her "if you were going to make up a lie, why this one?" He said. The pizzas come out of her paycheck and she's given a week off.
When she finally gets home she collapses on the couch and screams into a pillow. She wants to strangle Hilda Valentine Goneril, she doesn't know if she means the violent way or the sexy way. Probably both. Dorte her cat comes and brushes his fuzzy head against her legs and reminds her it'll be okay. She does not get paid enough.