frank bohen

lawyer

[skarsgardaddict]

[f--bohen]

What do you like to do when you get home from work?

“when i get home, i usually like to get out of my suit, hang it in the laundry closet so it doesn’t get ruined. then, i throw my boxers in the laundry basket and take a nice, long shower.” bohen cleared his throat and finished, “and then if i’m home alone, i walk around the house and get myself something to eat. if oliver is in, i get dressed into my house clothes and do the same.” 

[f--bohen]

Short list of people you'd totally bone?

“okay, um… arya, but we’ve already had sex…” bohen cleared his throat before continuing on, “i think lucian, j and trinity are all appealing?” 

@straightxshot, @hcrmcns @holyxtrinityxmcdonald

[f--bohen]

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oliver: Well, with an attitude like that you're not going to have people lining up to be with you.

oliver: And let's be real, we're Bohen's, we're fucking gorgeous - it just takes a special someone to make a big impression on us

oliver: I won't pester you about it anymore, but just know I WILL be trying to find someone that fits the bill for you

oliver: I need someone to keep you busy on the weekends so I can have the place to myself

bohen: other people have attitudes as well, oliver

bohen: go on then. what sort of bill do you think you’ll be fitting them to?

bohen: why do you want me out of my own home? what do you have planned?

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oliver: yes? Do you really want to bone someone you're not attracted to? The only difference is one stays and the other is expecting a wad of cash at the end of it all.

bohen: i don't need someone to stay... and i'm attracted to arya. you should see her.

bohen: i try, oliver. i really do

bohen: but i don't see people lining up to be with me. so i do what i can that isn't just me with my hands.

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oliver: I didn't need to know that. I mean I guess I did but whatever

oliver: Like, hair color, eye color, personality, do you like bitches or hos? These are important questions

oliver: Why not? I'm the perfect matchmaker!

oliver: an agency? Classy, Bo.

bohen: you ask for preferences and then don't want them?

bohen: do hair and eye colours matter? of course i want someone who's not a bimbo, i want to be able to talk to them and hold a conversation. what's the difference between bitches and hos?

bohen: she is classy. she only takes clients who can afford her which takes out the scum.

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oliver: Wow. Not even a preference? I'm just going to bring you a big burly bear home.

oliver: Arya? I call bullshit because isn't that a fictional character in a land of dragons?

bohen: what preference do you want me to outline for you? i like to top?

bohen: don't bring people home for me, christ

bohen: she's a local girl from an agency

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oliver: I dunno, what's your taste?

oliver: Literally just this morning, so I like to think I've got the upper hand here.

oliver: A BUSINESS AGREEMENT? WHY DOES EVERYTHING WITH YOU HAVE TO BE BUSINESS WITH YOU? DO YOU KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN?

bohen: i'm not that fussy, oliver. people i'm attracted to you are usually shorter than me (which isn't bloody hard), relatively attractive and can actually hold a conversation.

bohen: ...well good for you?

bohen: stop yelling. i have fun when arya and i meet up. it is fun.

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oliver: Jesus, it's worse than I thought.

Oliver: We've got to get you laid. Like, a good one that you'll be coming back for more.

oliver: You're living like an old man, man! That's not how you live life.

oliver: Honestly, you're so lucky that I'm here now

bohen: and who would you suggest, oliver?

bohen: when was the last time you got laid?

bohen: i'm not living like an old man. i have a particular business agreement whenever i need to be taken care of.

[f--bohen]

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oliver: Speaking of UGLY

oliver: When's the last time you've been out with someone?

oliver: Or gotten laid?

oliver: Or even gotten felt up in the back seat of a car?

bohen: i had sex about a fortnight ago.

bohen: why...?

[f--bohen]

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oliver: Please, I'm not afraid of you.

oliver: Well, it could be that you're freakishly tall, dark, ugly, and broody? Slender man to a T, my guy

bohen: ugly? rude.

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oliver: well come to think of it you are a spitting image of the guy

oliver: holy shit am i living with the actual slender man himself?!

bohen: you best be careful or i'll have you done in with too.

bohen: wtf is wrong with people though?

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bohen: a child called me slender man today

bohen: i had to google it and realised it was some creepy urban legend thing and some girls killed someone over it

bohen: how fucked up is that?

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[rosariacarter-deactivated201805]

f–bohen:

frank calmly indicated a few other people in the cafe who had been irritated and were tutting at her conversation, “i would hazard a guess that you’d be wrong about that, but if that helps you i’m more than happy to play the bad guy.” he moved his gaze back to his paperwork and added, “feel free to be irritated but i’m not the only one thankful you’ve hung up.”

Pulling her phone out of her back pocket she opened it… “Honestly, mate, I don’t give a shit.” and pulled up her previous contact and placed it to her ear. When the person on the other end answered she gave the gentleman a bitchy smile. “Hello m’darlin’ anyways what was I sayin’ before be’in rudely interrupted?” she took her togo order and left. 

[f--bohen]

“finally the truth,” he hummed as he crossed a line out and began to write in tiny script under it, “glad we got there in the end.” he wasn’t looking at her, so didn’t catch the smile. even if he did, it would only have added to the childishness he thought the entire conversation had become. once she had left, he lifted his finger to order himself another coffee and returned to his work.

[f--bohen]

Why are you an asshole to every nice person you meet?

i don’t think i’ve met a truly nice person living here yet. so, there’s that. 

[f--bohen]

frank calmly indicated a few other people in the cafe who had been irritated and were tutting at her conversation, “i would hazard a guess that you’d be wrong about that, but if that helps you i’m more than happy to play the bad guy.” he moved his gaze back to his paperwork and added, “feel free to be irritated but i’m not the only one thankful you’ve hung up.”