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@m-atkinson

Mina nods as the Advisor spoke, letting him know that she was listening intently. She lets out a small, obviously forced chuckle. “Oh, Frank - darling. I honestly don’t care about which rations you prioritize.” Head shakes slowly. “No, no - as long as we’re getting them, you can give us whatever your little heart desires.”

Once again, the smile she offers is forced. “Just curious, though .. what are people suggesting you prioritize?”

Frank smiles in return and nods his head. “I’m glad to hear you say that, Mina, but really if there’s anything, absolutely anything, the Consul and I are at your disposal.”

The Advisor chuckles, leaning in and lowering his voice, “Well, for confidentiality purposes I won’t be saying any names, but so far we have a high demand in alcoholic beverages, exotic fruit and furs.”

#p;mina

@joel-biermann

FRESH & FREAKY || joel & frank

“That’s just being a dad.”

Frank’s family situation is much more complicated than Joel’s. He doesn’t think they’re close enough for Joel to start asking deep, personal shit or talking about his relationship with his kid. Neither Summer or Mouse are teenagers at least. That was a rough time.

He’s only interested in drinking, watching the dancers, and then annoying Lucas later before they get to stumble into bed each other.

“I’m not going near that shit,” Joel scowls at the suggestion they watch the fight, he’s had little reason to make his disdain for it clear, but he’s not going any closer than this,“Fuckin’ vile.”

Joel’s not going to flirt with anyone—unless he finds Lucas any time soon—but he’ll happily play wing man for the night. Or just make sure Frank doesn’t embarrass himself come the morning. He’s already acting a little sloppy, nothing Joel will judge him for beyond a friendly concern.

“Who’ve you got your eye on?” He restrains himself from saying that it better be someone who’s actually single.

Frank shrugged. He’d felt his relationship with his daughter strain over the past few years. He’d brushed it off to age but now it was just another thing for him to forget whenever he drank. He wasn’t doing a great job at it, either, apparently.

Shifting the conversation, Frank let out a cackle at Joel’s response. “My bad. Forget about the fight, look over there,” he let out, his voice half-slurred, as he motioned to a young couple a few feet away from them. “Two in one, huh?” Frank winked, but just then he felt the queasiness of the alcohol he’d been drinking and quickly shook his head.

“Nevermind... Nevermind, I can’t handle more than one tonight. When are the strippers getting on stage again?”

#p;joel #event;fresh and freaky

@m-atkinson

@fiddlersgreenstarters

status: open

location: outside the front doors of the high rise

“Don’t touch my stuff!” Mina even goes as far as to swat the poor lady’s hand away from her. She waves her hand towards the woman, signaling for her to leave - which she does shortly after. “Sorry about that,” Mina lets out a small groan, turning back towards the other. “Where were we?”

Slightly startled by Mina’s small outburst, Frank shrugged off any reaction and waited for her to turn back towards him. He didn’t acknowledge or offer any sympathy to the other woman, and placidly waited for her to have left before clearing his throat and continuing,

“As I was saying, the Council’s been discussing an increase in certain rations for residents of the high rise. As Advisor I’m gathering any feedback you may have— perhaps specific requests in regards to which rations we should prioritize?”

#p;mina

@valmiller

Sitting next to Frank was more comforting than she’d like to admit. It was empowering. Valerie sought his friendship during events like these. He was not a good person but he was familiar; something close to her equal. Over the past 13 years, they’d grown close. She wasn’t sure what that meant about her values, but Val never lingered on the thought. Friendship was rare in this place. Besides, Frank knew that Val saw through him.

“What, you don’t enjoy walker fights?” she snickered. “I must admit that I watched for a while. So much fuss, all for blood and gore.”

They stood in great judgement for people who were largely responsible for creating this system. “I want bourbon, please,” she ordered. “Thank you.” Normally, Val did not drink with others (if at all), but Frank was an exception.

“Tell me something good, Francis. How was your day?”

“I would figure trivializing those things gives people a sense of power, distance from the outside...” Frank commented before interrupting himself to order two glasses of bourbon. He finished, “What matters is that they’re entertained, anything that’ll make my job easier is good in my book.”

The Advisor shrugged, watching the people around them, “Not too bad, I let off some steam at the squash courts this morning. How was yours?”

He said all of this with a casualty that would have come off as insolent had anybody been listening from any other rank. His arrogance was never intended, it just was, and it was always accompanied with an equally involuntary smirk that gave off the wrong impression.

#p;valerie #event;fresh and freaky

@valmiller

Frank enjoyed Valerie’s company and, while she was also a member of the Council and a colleague, he also considered her a friend. Both of them had similar pasts, and because of it she was one of the few people he confided in about these things (his relationships).

Casually sitting at a bar where they barely fit in, Frank motioned for the bartender almost automatically.

“The amount of people at this thing is amazing,” he commented to his friend, “Seems oddly easy to keep people entertained these days.” His remark couldn’t be more sanctimonious, he knew very well why he had wanted to come, but he didn’t feel like acknowledging it to his friend.

“What’ll you be having?” He asked as the bartender approached, glancing at Valerie.

#p;valerie #event;fresh and freaky

@lucasbiermann

Frank didn’t even notice when the lights went out, and he was too busy downing yet another glass of something to realize what was going on when the commotion started and people around him began to run around in a panic. In his drunken stupor, Frank bellowed and cursed anyone who happened to bump into him.

“Do you know who I am?” His voice called out at nobody in particular. He hiccupped and threw back his empty glass, barely noticing he wasn’t drinking anything. Disappointed, he threw himself on the bar, waving at the bartender who’d disappeared. He awkwardly hopped to the other side of the bar, his eyes set on a shiny bottle of liquor sitting on the shelves.

Still oblivious and an oddly calm figure amidst the chaos, he popped off the cap messily pouring the drink in his glass. He was about to drink it up when the figure of Lucas caught his eye in the movement before him.

“Hey! Hey!” Frank shouted at the man, “Lucas! Where are you— where’re you going so fast, the fun’s jus— just getting started!” He hiccuped through his words, barely comprehensible.

#p;lucas #event;fresh and freaky

FRESH & FREAKY || joel & frank

@joel-biermann:

The stage isn’t that far away, but he’d rather get a seat and keep nursing this beer till there’s something more interesting coming along. It reminds of days out back in the military. As happy as he is with Lucas, he’s always been secretly grateful he also finds women attractive. Makes hetero-guy-talk genuinely fun if just the wrong side of sleazy.

“You gotta enjoy the build up, my man,” he says with a laugh, tipping his beer to point at the other man’s drink. There’s no shame about it for Joel he’s a simple man with simple pleasures, “Keep sucking those down like you are and you won’t be seein’ straight when the ladies get ‘em out for us.”

Frank takes a sharp turn from tits to family which is, well, interesting and transparent to say the least. He’s watched the guy neck three glasses of bourbon, he’s grateful that’s the worst thing he’s said.

“Nah, they’re all here. I’m on strict orders to not embarrass the kids and Lucas is with a friend,” the friend being Elena so he’s not going to mention her, “Gotta keep myself entertained.”

Joel made a good point, although Frank had already stopped seeing straight halfway through his current drink. “It’s too late for the build-up, but I’ll stop here for now,” he chuckled, setting the glass down on the bar and pushing it away from him.

“Huh,” Frank smiled at the mention of Joel not embarrassing his kids, “I’m probably embarrassing my daughter by being here.” He expected she was back in their condo, chatting away with friends or reading a book in bed. He actually wasn’t too sure what she did these days, he just assumed that’s how kids her age stayed entertained.

“Well, there’s plenty to keep us entertained tonight. Where should we start? The fight? Although I do spot a handful of attractive people around...” His eyes drunkenly drift around the bar, if he had been more sober it would have been obvious that he was on the hunt. The dizzy smirk on his face stripped any seriousness or authority he usually exuded.

#p;joel #event;fresh and freaky

@elenahastey

“Better here than back up there. You know I could hear all this ruckus from my room?” Elena raised her hand and gestured vaguely to the air. “Actually, no, I suppose you wouldn’t know that.”

Her lips stretched to form a grin with only the barest of malice. Her anger rose as quickly as it had come, though, and her metaphorical (literal?) claws retracted before they could inflict any damage. Elena supposed the closest they could come at a fair trade was for Frank to attempt to settle his debt countless times over.

“Unless they somehow solve the shortage of good alcohol around here, I’ll be having peanuts.” She picked up a handful of the roasted peanuts from the bowl and chewed vigorously, before wiping the stray salt from her fingers onto her jeans. The display was a far cry of the picture-perfect refinement she had maintained from decades past, though she had long stopped caring about appearances.

Noting his refill, she continued, “and it seems like you’re doing enough drinking for the both of us, anyway.” But then her brow rose, shifting the words from a stray remark to a rebuke. She ran quickly through her night of stolen glances — had he spent at least one minute without a glass in hand?

She convinced herself it was only a most casual interest. Whatever affliction he had was his cross to bear and not hers. Regardless, there laid a fleeting concern she could not turn off. “Sure you don’t want to pause first?”

Elena’s words left one ear as soon as they entered the first. He felt a sense of responsibility towards her, for the years that had passed and everything that had happened since the outbreak, but feeling bad wasn’t in his vocabulary. At least, he wouldn’t acknowledge it if he did.

“Come on,” Frank responded, grabbing a handful of peanuts for himself, “You might as well have a good time while you’re here. Don’t they make whiskey sours? Remember how you used to love those?”

He let a chuckle escape his mouth, a twinkle of nostalgia glancing over his ex, convinced that he’d struck the right spot remembering that little detail.

The Advisor rolled his eyes, letting out a snort at her comment, “Some things don’t change, do they? I’m perfectly capable, a few drinks can’t stop me.” As he said this, a drunkard stumbled to the bar, hiccupped his way into a watered-down beer, and promptly passed out on the counter next to him. “See?” He remarked pointedly, chuckling through his teeth, “I’m fine.”

“Now tell me, I doubt you came just for the peanuts or to stop me from having a couple of drinks. What’s your fun around here? The fight?”

#p;elena #event;fresh and freaky

@elenahastey

The shock of seeing Frank among the crowd earlier that night had worn out by now. Not that it had mattered. On a night like this, when the noise and the people had stretched out indiscriminately inside the den, it was not a hardship to ignore him.

But — and this part, she found particularly insufferable — every once in a while she could not help but spare a glance towards his direction. Frank did not fit in this place just as much as Elena could not acclimate in his. Seeing him here was a curious, and even novel, sight, like another animal stepping in another’s habitat.

She supposed the analogy was not too far off. The city had the fences to prove it.

Scowling at the sudden depressing shift in her thoughts, Elena lifted her beer mug to take a generous swig, only to take a second too long and consequently find herself coughing against the bitterness. A plate of peanuts a couple bar seats over should be enough to offset its taste, but far too lazy to make the quick steps, she turned her head around in the hopes of finding some kind soul to slide it towards her.

Fate rarely ever delivered, though. Instead she came face-to-face with the man whom she’d been ignoring for the night, and the bitterness in her mouth inexplicably grew more pronounced.

“Well,” Elena began, pursing her lips, “could you be a dear and pass me the peanuts?”

( @itsfrankyork )

While venturing outside of the high rise was never at the top of Frank’s list, unless he absolutely had to for his weekly announcement, the thought of liquor and semi-nude dancers had peaked his interest.

The Den wasn’t particularly unknown to him, he’d snuck out a few times when his stash was low at home. Their alcohol wasn’t exactly the top-shelf one reserved for the high rise. It was moonshine and watered-down booze, and the occasional cheap brands that they’d miraculously saved, but the taste wasn’t too different these days. Not to him, at least.

Frank had wandered in, thrown back a few glasses of liquor until the pounding in his head seemed to fade, and he ambled around the old warehouse-turned-bar. He chuckled at the walkers chained back before the fight. Winked at the dancers he spotted on his path. Entertained small talk (which he usually hated) with a handful of people, not paying attention to who they were. He made the drunken promise to talk to the Consul about something he already forgot and, in his growing haze, he spotted a pair of too-familiar eyes darting away from him.

Frank chugged whatever was left of his drink, if anything was even left at all, and made his way towards the head of blonde curls.

“As always, lovely to see you, Elena,” Frank mumbled, not yet completely drunk, as his hand lazily reached over two seats to grab the peanuts and slide them towards her.

“Didn’t think I’d find you here,” he commented, signaling the bar to refill his drink. He turned back to Elena realizing he hadn’t offered a drink and for some reason feeling like he should have, “My bad, what are you having?”

#p;elena #event;fresh and freaky #he had to be drunk for this one :p

joel-biermann:

FRESH & FREAKY || joel & frank

@itsfrankyork

Right at the beginning, Joel rarely loosened up around here. It’s gotten easier as his kids have gotten older, much easier when Lucas got more comfortable and made some friends. It’s difficult to switch from being on duty to having some fun, but when Frank suggested they join in he knew he couldn’t be the stick in the mud.

Joel’s still skeptical of those walker fights—first thing he’d stop if he could would be those damn disgusting cage matches—but he’d promised his family he would not be an embarrassment tonight. At least not in the embarrassing dad sense just in good old Joel being a slightly tipsy asshole sense. Been awhile since he’d done that, either.

Still he’s not completely letting loose. Slowly nursing a beer while Frank’s going back for another drink. Joel was told there would be some ‘dancers’ and he’d rather get a look at them than some drooling walkers that stink of shit. Or at the back of Frank’s head for any longer.

“C’mon you lecherous perv— I didn’t come out to hang around the bar all night.”

Frank’s eyes scanned the Den— he knew exactly what he was there for. For one, the promise of drinks was one he could never pass on, and then there were the dancers. The thought of slender and curvy bodies swaying along to Lynyrd Skynyrd, caused a small smirk to draw on his lips.

He spent most of his time inside the high rise, usually only coming out when he made his weekly announcements. Occasionally he would also sneak out for drinks at the Den if he ran out of his own stash, but he tried to avoid mingling too much. The Den’s Festivities were the perfect exception, though, and he gladly attended them when he could.

Frank took a sip of his second— no, third glass of bourbon, his eyes still focused on the stage waiting for the dancers to come out and put on their show. He realized he’d barely entertained much conversation with Joel. The two were friendly given how often they were in close proximity to the Consul, and Frank respected the guy. He chuckled at Joel’s comment,

“We’ve got to wait until at least the third set. That’s where it gets good, tits out and all...” He interrupted himself, the whisky was talking a bit too much. Clearing his throat, Frank changed the subject, “Is the family not coming ‘round?”

#p;joel #event;fresh and freaky