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@francisfvckcff
ali-the-thief:
Ali sat at a table, watching the crowd around him. “You know…I know I’d probably get sent to Disney Jail or whatever, but this crowd is a prime spot for a pickpocket.”
“I mean...” Francis glanced around. People were moving slowly. The paths were crowded, people practically on top of each other, bumping arms left and right. “Y’ain’t wrong, are you? Probably happens all the time. Think the cameras are good enough to catch it?”
darlingdaisyyy:
Daisy nodded. “Thank you.” she started with a small nod. The sip she took larger than the last this time, needing to feel a little something more. As he listed off what she assumed was his act she tilting her head, trying to look deep in thought. “Yep.” She nodded with a pop of her lips. “That’s pretty much what I’m going for here.” Laughing she shook her head. “Honestly, that sounds like it’d be pretty funny to watch. You play guitar though?”
"You workin' hard to let loose?" Francis asked, his voice taking on a teasing tone, and teasing he was even though he had been doing just the same. He laughed with her silliness, brows twitching in surprise, not that she had a sense of humor but that she seemed damn near genuine. "I play a little. Mostly just enough to get by, but when I find something decent I can get it people-ready after a little while." He took a decent sized gulp, feeling the hit in his head. "People gotta be getting bored of someone standing and spewing laugh track comedy right and left, right? Let the senses be amazed."
smoothsailing-nani:
“No problem. I’d rather you get your things than to miss an assignment or study chances. Sometimes you need every last minute you can get on things. Nodding she typed in his name. “I sent off the email. Walk with me while I wait for a response. You’ll really just have to go to the classroom and tell him your name and he should just let you right in to get it.” Nani nodded. “You just have to always see some sort of light in mess.”
"Right, yeah, thanks," Francis smiled. Redundant though he was, he was appreciative and followed like she told him to. "Yeah, no problem. Don't got anywhere else to be and I don't wanna make you late for helpin' me out. 's nice of you, I wouldn't give me the time of day, let alone effort." Light in mess. That was what he was going for nine times out of ten, in his life and his material and just about everything. The whole damn world was tragic. Being a tragedy seemed just lazy.
heymikewazowski:
Mike pursed his lips together with a nod. “Damn…no big plans then? Or are these your plans?” He took a sip of his drink, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. Pretend as he might to be comfortable in a situation like this, Mike didn’t like to be in such a social setting alone. “Fun, huh?”
“These can be my plans, asshole,” Francis chuckled, good natured as always. “Fun schmun, I’m in it for tradition or some shit like that,” the boy shrugged, only mildly defensive. “Who doesn’t like a nice cold beer on a holiday, huh?”
miss-marie-berlioz:
As the boy though it over, Marie looked him up and down and studied his guitar. If he accepted he would totally give her line the diversity she was looking for. “Hmm, maybe, but not for me! I don’t want to be another carbon copy uptight designer like most of the ones out there. Sure I want to be glamorous and elegant but I also want my line to be for everyone! I promise I won’t take up much of your time! It’s just a collaboration line to get my career going, ya know?”
Francis squinted, huffed out a breath. How much privacy was there? He didn’t even know if she knew - he wasn’t stealth, but that didn’t mean he marched up and down the mean streets of Santa Monica in nothing but a pride flag. “That’s neat and all,” he started, making it sound anything but neat. “I just know I got weird proportions and shit, don’t want to help you shoot your career in the foot before it takes off running.” Honestly, he just wasn’t sure the binder he was wearing was one that would hold up to scrutiny. “You have a general plan for what I’d be wearing?”
lillian-tiger:
Lilly laughed. “I mean, it’s not for everyone. If those help take the edge off that’s great.” she shrugged a little. Looking up she rose a brow and nodded. “Well if you ever want to figure out a little more how it affects you. I’m your girl. I only get the best around here, so you don’t need to worry about it being completely shit.”
Francis didn’t exactly expect to find a plug so soon after settling in California, but he wasn’t about to complain. It wasn’t like he was in the market for anything hard, so he wasn’t exactly planning on looking any further. “That’s... kind of you?” he thanked her, but he wasn’t sure his thanks sounded quite right. “I mean, you gave me booze and now you’re offering to smoke me out, I’m not sure what I got to offer except a couple of circus tricks. Wanna juggle? I’m mediocre, but I can do it.”
darlingdaisyyy:
“My father was a very popular architect. Always working, and hardly home. He made up for it though when he was home, and of course while away. Some may say how awful, but for a single father? He moved mountains for me. I know he worked hard to make sure I had everything and more. Not that I mean to brag, just.. very proud of my father.” She started with a small smile. Daisy missed him, a lot. “I could, but I’m more interested in seeing your performance.”
That was... way cooler than he'd been expecting. With the way she was, he'd expected the guy to be a lawyer or something, some kind of wall street fucker. "Hey, effort's good. He made it happen for you, I respect that. That's really awesome." He smiled then, strangely happy for her persistence. Any time anyone showed faith in his abilities he got warm and fuzzy. "You got a thing for fluffy dumbasses with guitars making self-deprecating jokes and insulting their audience? 'Cause you're in for a treat if that's what you're going for."
smoothsailing-nani:
Nani nodded. “Yeah, give me a second..” She started softly as she fished out her phone from her pocket. Nani pulled up the e-mail to her professor letting him know that the owner of the things needed them. “What’s your name?” She asked not looking up as she typed away making it as professional and to the point as she could. “School is important, and knowing where your things are .. that’s important too. I do. It’s not that bad, people tip better at night anyways.”
"Thanks," he replied quietly. He hated feeling like a burden and as much as he tried to come off as a hardass he wasn't going to be rude to someone he went out of his way to ask for help. "Uh. Francis. Francis Fehler, F-E-H-L-E-R." He thanked her again and nodded, "Yeah, for sure," frowning a little. "True, hey. People hate working into the night but long as you're getting tipped it shouldn't be so bad."
lillian-tiger:
Lilly couldn’t help but laugh a little shaking her own head. Scrunching her nose she shook her head. “I only smoke the good greens. But It doesn’t bother me to be around those that smoke others, so puff up my friend.” She stated. “Really you don’t? We’ll have to get you some.”
Francis nodded and bit out a cigarette to light, taming a nice deep drag before he was willing to exhale and let the smoke go. "Yeah? I mean I know it ain't hard, I just," he trailed off and shrugged. He just didn't look, or make time to look. It wasn't a total priority for him, he supposed. "I only ever did it once, and barely. Guess I don't know how it affects me really."
darlingdaisyyy:
Daisy sighed softly running her fingers through her hair. “Wasn’t all that stressful. My father did what he had to do to make sure his little girl was raised right when he couldn’t be around. I just like to make sure I’m the best I can be for him. I don’t want him thinking he did anything wrong.” She shrugged softly. Nodding she sipped at her glass. “The more you talk about it, the more I want to hurry up and see one of your shows. Sounds like it’d be relateable and entertaining to watch.”
While Daisy’s story was unfamiliar, it was interesting as all hell to hear from someone who lived a completely different life from Francis. “So what’d your dad do?” he asked, leaning in as he took another sip of his drink. He could feel himself sobering up and that wouldn’t stand for very long. “Like was he in the same field and all, or...?” He laughed when she expressed intent to see a show again, shrugging. “You can probably take a ten-block stroll in L.A. and get five people giving my show for free, and doing a hell of a better job. I’m here trying to clean up my material for a reason.”
smoothsailing-nani:
Nani nodded a little. “Did you need something in there? I’m not a teachers pet, but I know how to get a hold of them if you need your things from their desk.” Hearing him she slowed down a little. “Just getting to work. Sorry, I move quick.”
“Oh, seriously?” he asked, not sure if he was quite that bold. He didn’t want to be, but he sure as shit wasn’t trying to fail this soon. “I mean, yeah, that’d be sort of fuckin’ amazing if it can happen.” He shook his head, waved dismissively. “No, that’s alright, screw me for bugging you. You work close?”
aphsperos:
Aph raised an eyebrow. “I got plenty enough balls to try it,” she said before gesturing for the bottle. She didn’t care how late it was, really. Aph was used to pulling late nights into the morning writing her advice columns anyways. “Shush, love. I promise I’ll catch up.”
Francis squinted, first at her boldness, quickly after at being called “love.” It wasn’t totally foreign to him, but that didn’t mean that he was ready for it from a complete stranger. “You a seasoned professional? ‘Cause tolerance might bite you in the ass in the end, too, I wouldn’t go bragging just yet.”
smoothsailing-nani:
Raising a brow when she heard the other start to talk she slowed down. It seemed whatever they had to say was somewhat important. “Yeah..” she started off waiting for him to finished. “Oh, yeah. I mean someone had their stuff there. I kinda just gave it to the professor and he locked it up in his desk. You should really be more careful about just leaving your things around. That’s how they get stolen, or ruined.”
“Shit.” His homework had been in there. That was fine, probably, he could fake it for a single class no trouble. “Yeah, no, you’re right, thank you. Least it’s somewhere, right?” He wasn’t sure if he was reassuring her more or himself. Or his abandoned materials, honestly. “You’re in a hurry, anyway, there a fire I don’t know about?”
lillian-tiger:
“Good. I’m not twelve, that doesn’t happen. Only tingle I get is well, other things.” She smirked sarcastically with a small laugh as she shrugged her shoulders. Biting her cheek she nodded towards the other. The puppy love got it’s lick in, and maybe a spot in her bed. He didn’t need to know she had already grown soft though. “Yeah, well. Working on it.” Looking towards him she shook her head. “I only mind if you don’t offer to share. Wait- smoke what?”
Francis liked to think that he managed to seem somewhat normal sometimes, well adjusted, adult, that sort of thing. This, he knew, was likely not one of those times. He hadn't been prepared, so yes, his eyes went wide, saucer-wide, and he tried to nod like he had ever in his life had that kind of tingle and done something about it. "Right, yeah, totally." He pushed out a laugh, finished getting a cigarette, waved his Marlboro pack when she asked. "I'm not quite Cali enough to walk around with a stash. Not yet at least."
darlingdaisyyy:
Watching him pour so much in his glass and not hers she laughed a little. Reaching around the neck of the bottle to pour more. “I can handle my alcohol, thank you.” She stated before looking towards him. “Well, my father was a pretty busy man. I have nannies my whole life that raised me. They made sure that just because the world was at my finger tips, that I still need to be lady about things. I still need to work, and understand everything I have came from work.” She shrugged. “It was almost like how to be a boss lessons.” Daisy threw in some slang she heard around, even if it was years old, she was using it. Nodding she watched his cheeks and rose a brow. “No. Don’t throw it all out there if you’re not ready, or comfortable. That’s how it comes back and blows up in your face, that’s the mistake most make. Yeah? I don’t know I think I’d be a little stage fright.”
Francis couldn't do much other than take it all in. He had, obviously, zero experience with that sort of thing, but it made sense of her for him a little, so that was progress. He needed to get people a little bit before he got any more comfortable with them. "Sounds stressful as all hell, though," he pointed out, eyebrow raised at her beginnings while the corner of his mouth lifted at the bourbon. He knew he was a little much when he lost his reservations, but since when did drinking leave much room for moderation? "Well not everything, but. You know. An audience knows if you're flat out lying, most people can tell if they know anything about people."
primadonnaracer:
“I’m in a super good mood today, so pick the most expensive thing in here and it’s yours. See? I can be totes generous on my birthday. Just like…make sure you tell my followers. All social media.”
Francis squinted. He wasn’t sure where in the hell he looked like he was down for anything fancy - the guy was just trying to find a decent place to pee - but curiosity killed the cat and all. “Happy birthday? Why’d you wanna buy somebody else some shit on your birthday?”
