not broke, just BENT.

❝ THE SKIN SHE WEARS MAY BE MADE OF CALM, BUT HER BONES ARE MADE OF CHAOS. ❞

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CHRISTIAN DOYLE.

“Well, I wouldn’t really mind having someone make it for me, but seeing as I don’t have a personal chef or someone living with me who could achieve that, I’ll just have to make it on my own. I like to think I have decent cooking skills… baking not so much,” he replied with a chuckle, knowing fairly well any attempt at making a cake or cookies would inevitably fail. “Popularity isn’t always the best thing, you know. They’ll probably get too big for their bridges – the place will get too crowded, waiting for drinks will take too long. People may get tired of it,” he said, shrugging. What did he really know about clubs? “I think I can squeeze that into my very busy schedule. Of course, I’ll have to cancel my other party at Elysium.”

“Well I didn’t think of you as that luxurious. I was talking more of a girlfriend or something,” she laughed for a moment. “Oh come on --- you don’t have a good cookie recipe that you swing out for girls on the third date? I know my signature move for any date is pasta. Everybody loves carbs,” Frankie noted with a snap of her fingers. “I guess you’re right. Nobody wants to go to some out the line coffee shop, they’d rather go to the deli next store,” she referenced a similar example in agreement. “Don’t worry, though. I swear that my party will be just the right fit.” Though she suddenly frowned for dramatics, lightly smacking his arm, “You’re a damn traitor.”

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pleasant surprise || frankie & alex

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ALEXANDER BLAKE.

“That hurts” said Alex with a laugh as he took the shot from her, “cheers and i think i will win” added Alex as he took a shot. Alex had never gotten sick from drinking before maybe once so he was confident, “Ready for the next one?”

“I was never told I play nice,” She jokingly reasoned, grinning as she downed the shot, relishing in the familiar burn. Her and Alex had became quick friends from the first time they met, though it was likely from how easily a social butter fly Francesca could be. “Besides you’re too confident for you’re own good. I, on the other hand, was born confident so this is normal for me.” Frankie playfully stuck her tongue out at him for a brief moment, before nodding her head. “Lay it on me. I can’t pass up a good drinking competition.”

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AUBREE FISHER.

“Is that so?” Aubree laughed as she glanced at her little sister. “Is that why you’ve been single for what, the better part of your life?” She may have had a few boyfriends here or there, not that Aubree ever paid much attention to her sister’s life. “Everyone is hot if they know how to spend money on me. You have to be less picky, plus, it’s not like I’m marrying them.”

“I was too busy getting on our parents good side, mind you.” She rolled her eyes in good spirits, sticking her tongue out at her sister. “Besides, I could easily toss that argument at you so, don’t start.” It was a typical sisterly brawl. No real harm done by it, just nonsensical jabs that were never too serious.”That’s awful. Please don’t tell me you don’t believe in marriage and the like--- I really don’t want to see you end up as one of those housewives on the OC or something. Drinking tequila with some awful boob job.”

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REBECCA TUCKER.

“Hey! I do not take kindly to that. I’m at least a young dog, c’mon.” She said with a mock insulted expression but she was actually a little glad to have been helpful in her own Becca way. “I’m not drooling. Just…okay, a little but at least you’ll know it’ll get people going right?”

“I want them to be going enough but not enough where they’re drooling and dry humping the floor,” she teased with an amused laugh at the thought. She was only exaggerating for the sense of dramatics --- typical for her. No less, she checked it all off in her head with a grin. “Fishnet stockings and rock and roll, it is.”

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KYLE REESE.

“I don’t blame you. The guys there are skeezeballs.” He said, taking a sip of his drink, poking fun at himself.

“Oh, I know --- they’re just plain old dogs, right Kyle?” She snickered playfully.

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JAYCE BRENNAN.

“I very stupidly allowed random theater performers to use me as their test monkey….”

“Hmmm... I don’t know if that’s interesting enough to let you down,” she teased.

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RHIANNON ALDERSON.

“Just fixin’ a line of code in an old program.” Annie smiled. “Well, I guess you could call me a rare person. Should I know who ya are, or are you just an ‘all eyes on me’ type?”

“Into computers then?” She gave an incredulous look as Frankie knew nothing about technology at all. “Oh god,” Frankie made another face, shaking her head as if in embarrassment, “I’m starting to sound like my sister now. I’m sorry about that,” a small smile graced her own features, “Call me Frankie.”

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CALLIE ROSSUM.

“Fishnets are my personal favorite,” Callie agreed with a grin. “You’ve got great legs…gotta show them off. I feel like fluorescent is only good if you’re going to a rave and everyone is gonna be so high you need intense colors to get their attention.”

“That’s true,” she snapped her fingers in agreement, nodding her head. “Rave music always sounds so ridiculous no wonder everybody is so high around it.” Though she grinned, tapping her friend on the arm, “Well, you do too! So you better show up and in the sexiest damn fishnets you can find. ...Once I decide on a date of course.”

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managing || ariana & frankie

@arianaxcastillo

Frankie had been the manager at Come&Sense for a mere amount of months. She never thought that with her lack of experience in any type of business that she’d land the job and yet here she was. Now, she wasn’t terrible at it,but she certainly wasn’t the best. Though she was hardly as reckless as Ava, the manager before her --- she still was pretty horrendous when it came to partying. As much as she should have been hanging out sober managing all the patrons and making sure the dancers were safe there were many times she found herself downing one too many shots. She was awoken from a drunken slumber by the sound of the backdoor creaking open and heels clicking on the tile. 

Coming to her senses, Frankie sat up abruptly, scratching her head as she let out a groan. “If you’re a burglar then fuck off because I have the police on speed dial--” And yet she jumped up, dizzily enough, to snatch her phone from the counter raising her brows expectantly at the intruder. Only to let out a pathetic sigh of relief realizing that it had been Ariana coming in for her shift. Which meant fuck -- what time really was it? “So --- what time are you supposed to start? Because obviously we’re not opening till six... so I’m guessing six?” The words fell from her lips and she only hoped in her hungover state that they could make sense. 

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DERICK HAMILTON.

Derick shrugged at the brunette’s words, “I stepped into the role of father quite effortlessly. Add that plus feeling about fifty years old, and you get this.” Had Derick been less tired, he would despised such a fact. But in the moment, he just accepted it, he’d work on it eventually. “Wasn’t ever the kind of man who liked the whole stocking thing. Fishnet or not. But you do you, I’m sure it’ll – sure.” He mumbled, a slight smile crossing his lips at her words. “Didn’t think you did, but just saying, that’s all you’re getting. Then you are one simple girl. Congrats.”

Frankie could laugh easily at his words, “Feeling fifty sounds terribly horrendous. Though you definitely don’t have to quit on having fun.” She shrugged, never having endured such a tiring feeling like that. Feeling like you had the weight of the world piled atop of your shoulders though, that was a different story. Frankie made a face which could be taken as a mixture of surprise and almost confusion, “A guy who doesn’t like stockings on a woman. Color me surprised.” She chuckled a moment, brows raised at him, “I’m a Fisher.  Anything compared to my sister, Aubree, is lackluster so I’ve accepted being simple.” Yet with that, she could grin. 

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pleasant surprise || frankie & alex

@mysterious-alexander

     “Oh come on, Blake --- you drink shots slower than my mother at our Christmas parties,” Frankie teased with a laugh as she held out another shot for him. A grin jumped onto her lips as she finally held up her own shot in some mock form of cheers. “To whoever can be the drunkest without getting sick tonight?” 

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KYLE REESE.

“Depends what you’re talking about. If it’s stockings then fishnet. And punk rock, if you’re dancing with those fishnets.”

“Of course I’m talking about fishnet stockings and there will definitely be dancing. It’s for the club, Come&Sense. It’d be nice to have people not off drooling at the real dancers for once.” 

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REBECCA TUCKER.

“Well I’m glad I could help somehow…” Rebecca laughed nervously, slipping her hands in to her back pockets. When Francesca spoke she tried to attentively listen. She’d been to Come&Sense multiple times and she did really like the dancers. “Well as much as I love the bouncers…everyone loves a theme. It’s a chance to dress up and all that. It’s fun…” She blinked. “Sorry, still thinking a bit about fishnets.”

“Uh---hello! Snap out of it. Gosh, you’re worse than some old dog.” Frankie laughed. “Though I guess you are helping my decision more and more. I’m not sure I’d want people out there drooling like you are,” she could mildly tease.

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CHRISTIAN DOYLE.

“You know I haven’t tried that, but I think that’ll be my breakfast for tomorrow,” he said, keeping a mental notes to pick up some chocolate sauce after work later on. “That’s not a bad idea. I think going for a theme is pretty good, too. What’s so different about this new club that they’ve been taking over business?” he asked. Christian wasn’t much of a partier, not since his college days. Something was different about him now, and he wasn’t too in-tune with the weekend night festivities that went on. He still drank and went to the bar, but had become more of a homebody. “When is this party going to be? Maybe I’ll try to stop by…”

“Really? It’s delicious.” Frankie wiggled her brows teasingly, “Are you some secret cook or is somebody going to make it for you? Though a guy who can bake or cook is sexy so choose wisely.” She laughed for a brief moment. If somebody really knew Frankie they’d know that this is just how she could naturally be. And yet at the mention of Elysium again she could give a dramatic sigh, “Ugh. They’re just world wide famous or whatever. Have places all over Europe or something. And it’s sad for me to say but if I didn’t work at Come&Sense I might have stopped by, by now.” Frankie peered up in thought, “Sometime around the eleventh. Thinking about making it some crazy birthday bash. Kill two birds with one stone. So pleeassee come.”

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AUBREE FISHER.

“It’s a little tacky, Franny.” Aubree rolled her eyes when her sister snatched it from her hands. “I’m just wise beyond my years, I could really teach you a lot. Like how to show just enough cleavage to have a man drooling.” The blonde reached out and tugged on her older sister’s shirt a bit. “Now, give me the necklace or the dress. One or the other.”

“I hate you---” She pouted, moving to stand and hold out the necklace that she had just moments ago snatched from her sister’s fingers. “Mmm, no way in hell, Aubree. I have some class because I know when to show it,” even though Frankie was older she stuck her tongue out childishly at her sister. “Hot date tonight or just the same old... oldie?”

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OLIVER BAKER.

Ollie laughed at her comments, “Listen, I feel like most everyone had an emo stage..if not, I’ll be embarrassed later that I shared that information with you.” He smiled, sighing slowly. “Ah, yea..gotcha. Well, if you’re going punk rock I think it’ll be a hit.” Was it helping the enemy so to speak, if Ollie gave advice to someone from a different bar? The Corner Pub wasn’t even in the same area as Come&Sense..so maybe it wasn’t.

“Embarrassed? You shouldn’t be unless you showed me a photo --- OH! You should totally show me a photo.” Yet after a moment she lightly smacked his arm, “However you looked as an emo you turned out like this. So don’t worry.” A small grin jumped onto her lips, “Punk rock can be morphed into something cool this day and age anyway. Should I expect to see you there once I know a day and time?” Frankie wiggled her brows expectantly. 

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ALEXANDER BLAKE.

“Only my brother and friends call me Alex. I don’t think i have ever heard my parents call me Alex” said Alex, “Maybe my brother and your sister could get along. I can get a really nice watch for less than 200 hundred bucks but there are time where i like buying expensive stuff but not all the time”

“That’s because when they’re pissy you get the full name too, right? God when they’re pissed I get the whole Francesca Millicent Fisher--- It’s embarrassing.” She paused and laughed after a moment, “Wow. I just told you my whole name. Which is something you have to keep secret. God, a middle name like Millicent is horrific. So you have to promise right now.” And yet as serious as she could sound, Frankie could still grin. “The ones that are more than $200 are for when you wanna show off, so I get that.”