i'm a hurricane

Frankie. 24. Your favorite barista since 2017.

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miabolton·:

Mia’s attention was pulled by the brunette stood on a table, obviously keen to make an announcement to the masses. The word alcohol also caught her attention but unfortunately the girl didn’t have any, she was just looking for some.·“If you find someone please please share,” Mia said desperately,·“I will give you anything.” Mia really wanted a drink, she knew it wasn’t a good idea to drink given the situation but she also sick of the whole thing and maybe alcohol would numb the boredom.·

Frankie was readjusting herself back to a sitting position on top of the table when she was approached. Her hopes were up for an entire second before they came crashing down around them both. Frankie blew out a long suffering sigh and looked over at her equally as dry new friend before an idea began forming. She raised a brow, and turned back to the woman with a smile.·“I mean, this is a university, right? There has to be some kind of hidden stash around here somewhere, right? How do you feel about casing the place? Even if we don’t wind up finding anything, it’s at least better than sitting here collecting dust and listening to children cry.”

[frankierobbins]

Frankie had packed only the essentials-- and by essentials that meant she’d taken her guitar and as much junk food as she’d been able to stuff into her bag before Lark had ushered her out of their door and to the university. See? Essentials.

It was starting to get a little uncomfortable, though. The panic within the crowd had grown palpable and she’d overheard more than her fair share of sobbing voicemails to loved ones they couldn’t reach. The time of playing acoustic versions of crude rap songs had come to an unfortunate end, even if her version of Get Low had earned her a bag of Cheetos and $2.12 made entirely of dimes and pennies. But boredom was rearing its ugly head and she’d lost Lark somewhere in the crowd hours ago (not to mention all the crying was seriously bumming her out), so she hopped up onto a table and pulled an untouched bag of Cool Ranch Doritos from her bag, holding it over her head like a glorified Rafiki. “Hi, yes, excuse me,” she addressed loudly to the crowd. “I have this delicious, unopened bag of Dorito-y goodness up for grabs to the first person that can trade me for some alcohol. There’s got to be at least one other degenerate in here that’s got something to work with. Come find me.”

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pao-molina·:

An annoyed groan escaped from Paola as one of her best friends sprawled over her. “Ugh you know I’m weak!” she cried out, laying there lifeless - think starfish. “How did you even find me, you stalker!” She laughed, readjusting in her chair after Frankie released her from her human entrapment. She didn’t expect to see her friend there; it typically wasn’t her thing. Paola had maneuvered her way around the constant screams of children and lifeguard whistles. As far as she was concerned, she may not own the sun, but she does have a handle on this pool. Paola flipped over to let the sun grace her back. She turned her head back to her friend. “Really though, what brings you this way?”

Frankie laughed as she readjusted herself and shrugged. “I followed your ego, it’s impossible to miss.” She playfully poked her friend in the side before Pao moved to lay on her stomach. Frankie kept her spot on the chair beside her and looked out at the kids splashing in the water. Grimacing at the question, she said, “I was going to get some coffee. And maybe pick up some more of those weird cauliflower things for Lark since I apparently came home a drunk hungry hoover and ate all of them last night. But that was entirely caffeine pending.” She looked back down at Pao. “You know you’re going to look like a shriveled up raisin when you get older from all the time you spend in the sun.”

[jaxflores]

This was not how Jax intended to start his afternoon. He had been awake for maybe ten minutes when he was just short of actually tossed out onto the streets of Philadelphia in nothing more than a towel, still dripping wet. It had been one name mix up — Sarah was close enough to Samantha, anyway. Especially considering he had known this woman for less than 24 hours. Sarah had not seen the amusement, and he was out on his ass with some incredibly creative names lobbed at him. When his request through the door for his clothes to be tossed out were met with an ‘ask Samantha,’ he should’ve known it was a lost cause. He was just barely not pouting. “Dude, can I get the shoes at least?” He requested, then, remembering his manners, tacked on a, “pretty please.” That question, at least, was answered with the thud of a pair of tennis shoes descending from the window. Sliding them on, careful not to shift that towel too much for risk of public indecency, he realized he had company. not a surprise — the argument had been loud, the slamming door even louder, and now there was a mostly naked man on the sidewalk. With a grin and a casual lean against the brick, which was immediately followed by a wince because the damned wall was hot, Jax nodded. “How’s it going buddy?” He asked, question ringing oddly sincere considering the circumstances. 

[frankierobbins]

Tact had never been Frankie’s strong point. Leaning against a light pole as she fought with her wild hair to stay tucked in her hat, she’d unabashedly watched the entire scene play out in front of her like some kind of telenovela. Drawing her eyebrows together in amusement, she bit her lip to hide her smile as the star of the show finally realized he had an audience. She took a few steps closer, eyeing his towel. “That’s a good look on you. Real fashion forward. I think you might be onto something here.”

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adrianrourke·:

Robert was Adrian’s mentor during his doctoral program, and was his witness when he and Diana married at the city hall all those years ago. It was only fitting that it was now Robert’s turn to tie the knot, he had asked Adrian to stand by his side as a groomsman. The only catch: Robert’s new wife was Diana’s cousin, and therefore Adrian’s ex had also been invited. Although the two were on civil terms and had a good co-parenting relationship, Adrian still felt awkward and as though he’d rather be anywhere but at the same wedding as her - especially knowing that she would’ve wanted a big bash like this, had they not been living on students’ salaries when they married.

“Groom,” Adrian responded, sipping on his scotch on the rocks. “We were friends at U Penn, kept in touch while he was based at Stanford for his postdoc fellowship,” he explained, turning to face the woman. “What about you? Or are you just crashing for the open bar?” he joked.

Frankie’s eyes slipped first to the glass of scotch in his hands before trailing back up to his face, her lips pulling down at the corners, impressed. Her fascination with the medical field had only grown during her time in school, so the question came without hesitation. “Postdoc, huh? What field?”

She let her eyes wander out to the crowd a moment, gaze sweeping the hoard of bodies for a glimpse of the groom-- she’d yet to see either of the newlyweds in question, and planned to keep it that way if at all possible-- and turned back to him, taking a sip of her drink. She nearly choked on it at his question and she coughed a little as she swallowed down the mouthful of champagne and her momentary panic. “You caught me,” she said, clearing her throat as she got herself back in the game. Shooting him a playful smile, she shrugged. “I’m a lush, what can I say?” Leaning in a little, she pitched her voice to a loud whisper and shot him a wink. “Don’t tell anyone.”

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Text|| Cooper -- Lark

Coop: Uh.

Coop: So you top multiple men?

Lark: Well obviously not at the same time.

Lark: But one peonie doesn't make a bouquet, if you know what I mean. 😉

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Text|| Cooper -- Lark

Coop: ....

Coop: what're good flowers to get my mom, since youre all about business.

Lark: Peonies. The biggest peonis you can find, preferably.

Lark: Also, backtracking a minute here but what kind of single-celled organism turns down some free honey? It's not like I offer up this delicious honey for free to every Tom Hairy Dick I top in the middle of the Farmer's Market, ya know?

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zekestreakphilly·:

Zeke chuckled softly and raised an eyebrow slightly, “well thank you.” He nodded his head, “it was a family business. Not something I particularly picked for myself.” He paused for a moment, “I do both houses and the big stuff. I like selling houses better than the big stuff though because it’s more of a personal thing than the big stuff. I get to talk to people more when I’m selling them a house. Companies aren’t that willing to want to talk.”

His eyes widened and he shook his head, “I didn’t notice until you just brought attention to it. Now that I’m noticing it for the first time I have to say that it looks rather great on you.” He smiled trying to hold back a soft chuckle, his eyes on the girl. He was grateful for the distraction from the ever growing crowd around them. “Yeah I’d like to say I know them both pretty well. The groom was my very first employee so I’ve known him since I moved here they were dating then.” 

Frankie listened, peering at him over the rim of her glass. She had always been free to do whatever her heart desired, so the idea of a family business you were just expected to take over felt stifling. She almost pitied the man. Though-- she let her eyes trail along the shape of him-- judging by his nicely tailored suit and expensive looking shoes, she was willing to bet he did pretty well for himself. Tapping the edge of her glass with her index finger, she asked, “If you did get to pick what you wanted for yourself, what would you have wanted to do?”

Pleased he was playing along, Frankie smiled with exaggerated coyness. “Thanks for noticing. I grew it myself.” She let her eyes wander out to the crowd full of strangers before trailing back to him. The more she let him talk about the bride and the groom she was supposed to know, the faster she’d be caught. So, taking fate into her own hands, she bit her lip and leaned in conspiratorially. “Want to trade a secret for a secret?”

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larkshepherd·:

Lark’s eyes rolled so hard she could feel it in her soul, but even at times when Frankie truly, completely, honestly annoyed her, she still found herself shamelessly crushing on her roommate. There was something about the girl that sent tingles down her spine and warmed her cheeks in a way that no one else had yet to accomplish. Sure, Lark had crushes before, and had even dated in high school, but nothing seemed to stick and she resorted to one-night flings with people whom she would never have to worry about facing again. She felt something different, though, when she looked at Frankie. Maybe it was jealousy? The girl was so easily and effortlessly outgoing and social, whereas Lark was anything but. The thought almost made her laugh. Jealousy. Right.

It definitely wasn’t jealousy. The slight flip her stomach did when the girl attempted to poke her nose confirmed that almost instantly, and her nose scrunched in response, even though Frankie’s finger hadn’t quite reached her skin. “Are you saying you’d die for cheese? Also, I’m not quite sure mice actually realize what they’re giving up for said cheese… so does that really count?” Lark questioned as she pushed the cart, and her roommate, down one aisle and into the next. They were hardly finished with their shopping trip, which was usual. Grocery shopping normally turned into an all-day event when Frankie was involved, but that’s not something Lark found herself needing to complain about. She rolled her eyes again at the girl’s compliment and shrugged. “I think you need glasses, want to borrow mine?”

“Yes. I’m saying I would absolutely die for cheese,” Frankie said stone faced. She held the solemn look on her face for a beat before she broke out into a smile, laughter loud and unbridled. It was a fine line she liked to straddle: driving Lark just crazy enough for her own enjoyment and making sure she never went too far. “It totally counts. Some mice are smart enough to know how to get the cheese without setting off the trap, so they have to know. I mean, come on, haven’t you seen Pinky and the Brain? I’m one hundred percent convinced they’re furry little geniuses out for world domination.”

As they rounded the corner to the next aisle, Frankie fell back into step with Lark. She shot her a look at the glasses remark before pointing her finger at her own eyes. “I’ve got perfect vision, baby, don’t you argue with me.” She bumped her hip lightly against Lark’s before sweeping her gaze along the aisle they were now currently walking down. “You know, you’ve ruined cereal with regular milk for me. I don’t think I can eat Honey Nut Cheerios without that vanilla almond milk anymore. But that’s been your plan all along, huh? Slowly lure me to the other side. It’s totally a cult, isn’t it?”

[pao-molina-deactivated20191123]

It was the first day Paola had off in a while. She had been pulling doubles at the restaurant in the hopes of making rent this month so, needless to say, she deserved a day of relaxation. The weather was perfect: partly cloudy, high of 77 degrees - before she knew it, she found herself at the community pool. Sunscreen on, headphones in, laying back. With the next two days off, Pao planned to go out on the town and wanted a bit of sunkissed skin to show off in the newest outfit she bought. Her eyes began to close, basking in this moment, but only briefly as the sun quickly disappeared. She opened one eye, squinting with her lip curled. 

“Uh, excuse me?”

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The community pool. It was often entirely too crowded and way more trouble than it was worth. Frankie hadn’t even meant to wind up there at all and if it hadn’t been for the glimpse of Paola through the wrought iron fence, she never would have wandered through the gates. But as she made a show of sauntering up to her friend and received not even an eye roll in response, she realized she hadn’t been spotted. Never one to pass up an opportunity, she stood directly at the foot of Paola’s lounge chair, watching in delight as her shadowy form bathed the other girl entirely in darkness. The question shot in her direction had a smirk stretching across her face. “It just so happens that right here in this very spot, the sun is at its peak brightness.” Taking several steps forward and entirely without warning, Frankie plopped down on top of Paola with a loud laugh. “You have to share the sun, Pao, it doesn’t just belong to you.”

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zekestreakphilly·:

Zeke chuckled and shook his head without hesitation, “I wish it was some tech company that would sound cooler than what it actually is.” He shrugged his shoulders and continued to shake his head at her guesses. “It’s a real estate business actually and sometimes it’s not doing too badly.”

“She’s a great woman. She might remember you from what I know she has a wicked memory when it comes to faces. Though you probably look different than you did as a baby so she might not.” He gave her a smile, “I bet you did rock it.”

“Well, you’ve got the face for it,” Frankie offered unhelpfully with a chuckle. She wrinkled her nose and took another sip from the glass in her hand. “You’re right, that does sound boring.” Her smile was teasing. “Do you just sell houses or do you do the big stuff like strip malls and huge plots of land and stuff?”

Frankie cringed a little as he began talking about the bride and she realized he knew the bride almost as well as the groom. His comment about her looking different than she did as a baby made her press her lips together, staving off a laugh as she tossed a little bit of hair behind her shoulder in a playful show. “Well, not to brag or anything, but I do have an entire head of hair now. I don’t know if you noticed,” she teased, taking another sip of her quickly emptying champagne flute. “So you know them both pretty well, huh?”

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larkshepherd·:

“I’m sure you could live on nuts and fruit if you wanted to, you’re kind of mousy,” Lark teased, a bright grin pulling against the corners of her mouth. In the few short months they have lived together, she came to learn very quickly that Frankie relied heavily on frozen chicken nuggets and boxed macaroni and cheese, and if it weren’t for Lark sporadically bringing home takeout after work or insisting that they make a real dinner (or Frankie seeing a ten second video from Tasty and begging to try and make whatever the video deemed possible), the girl would survive solely on those two items- with the added cheese puffs thrown in here and there, of course. The thought of it made Lark crinkle her nose, even if the thought of succumbing and eating chicken was tempting when she was occasionally reminded of her bitter dislike for birds.

There was a moment, between Frankie letting go of the thin material sitting on Lark’s skin and the touch of the girl’s hand elsewhere in which Lark swore she heard a thunderstorm brewing, judging by the thump thump that pounded against her ears. The storm, of course, turned out to be her heart, beating against her ribcage, begging to be let out. Or giving her a warning. She wasn’t sure which, but she was sure that Frankie’s small tap to her ass almost sent her melting straight to hell as a blush rose hot and heavy on her neck and she froze in the spot where she stood, cart in hand, watching her roommate skip down the aisle while laughing. It was a sight that caused her body to hit unpause and a smile broke her stoic facade. “Jerk!” Lark called out to Frankie, trying not to be as obnoxious as the girl, but most likely failing to do so judging by the looks of the other patrons. “At least make yourself useful and grab some Oreos while you’re down there!”

She’d made it more than halfway down the aisle before she spun to look at Lark again. She was either going to laughing along with Frankie or sending a glare she could physically feel from feet away. Frankie’s smile mirrored Lark’s and she called back, “You love me!” before doing as she was told and grabbing some Oreo’s-- double stuffed because they were the only ones that mattered-- and skipped back in the direction she’d just come. Dropping the Oreo’s into the cart, Frankie hopped on the back, leaning forward. “And for the record, mice die for cheese.” She reached out and tried to boop Lark’s nose, but she couldn’t quite reach so she just dropped her hand back to the cart instead. 

They hadn’t made it even halfway through their list, Frankie knew, but she turned carefully in place so that her back was against the cart and she was holding on from behind like she was the second coming of Rose from Titanic. In a wildly off key tune, Frankie sang a few lines in a horrible rendition of My Heart Will Go On before leaning almost backwards to catch a glimpse of Lark’s face. “Even upside down, you’re pretty. How’s that fair?” 

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larkshepherd·:

“Knowing how corrupt the dairy industry is sort of helps,” Lark commented with a slight shrug, scrunching her nose at the giant sized bag of Cheetos that now lay in their cart. That was, of course, one of the many reasons why the human species should avoid dairy. She knew she could go on a five minute rant easily about the affects of dairy on a human’s body and how their bodies really weren’t meant to process it, but she normally wasn’t that type of person. Everyone made their own choices and Lark wasn’t going to force her lifestyle on others… even if the amount of cheese Frankie consumed on the daily was a bit excessive. 

So instead of listing a bulleted version of ‘Why Dairy Is Bad For You’, she smiled softly and nodded at Frankie’s suggestion, knowing she’d need do get a little wine drunk to survive something as domestic as making dinner with her roommate. “That sounds nice,” Lark responded softly, smile still lingering on her lips as she glanced at the girl next to her before looking away to pull some granola from a shelf. Then, before she could even prepare herself, Frankie was next to her, impossibly closer it felt like, the fabric from her romper tucked between two fingers, and she suddenly forgot how to breathe. “Uh- yeah. There was, um- there was a sale, at a store- oh look! Cauliflower puffs, my favorite. You know, they taste pretty similar to cheese puffs. You should give them a try sometime.”

“I don’t knoooow,” Frankie drawled, shooting a conspiratorial look at Lark before raising her brows up and down suggestively. “I’m kind of a fan of a little corruption every now and then.” She shimmied her shoulders a little for good measure before laughing at herself and turning back to her roommate with a shrug. “I still don’t think I’d have the willpower. I have the palate of a child, if I had to go without chicken nuggets and mac and cheese, I’d probably literally die.” 

Frankie took a half step back as Lark started to resort to those one word answers and half sentences and shifted the attention to cauliflower puffs. Frankie had to laugh. “Relax. I wasn’t going to ask to borrow it or anything.” She paused as her eyes fell on the bag of cauliflower puffs. She made a face but grabbed two bags instead of one (whatever, she'd try it) and dropped them into the cart. She rounded back on Lark. “Okay, so maybe I was going to ask to borrow it but honestly? Your ass looks way better in them than mine ever would, so they’re safe. Promise.” As if to prove her point, she gave Lark’s ass a little smack before skipping quickly out of her reach and halfway down the aisle with a loud laugh.