closed transmission ▹ @forgedqzs
location : local bar
while popularity seemed like a foreign concept to frankie even before the outbreak, the scenery where it unfolded was much more of his liking. during the first years of the apocalypse, when people would gather in some dusty warehouse & call it a night out, he would complain about not being able to find a decent bar... now? much to maya's dismay, he barely left the one they had built in the qz, wether it was meant for closing a deal on the cargo he smuggled or simply for his own pleasure.
❛ you wanna hear a funny story? ❜ he makes himself comfortable on the stool, one arm resting by the bar as he held his beer in hand; he leans away from any potential pair of curious eyes and ears. ❛ there's this abandoned mall not so far from here, where other smugglers are holding monthly meetings or whatever—❜ he takes a short sip from his drink. ❛ n' one of them said he found a toy store, offered us some board games. you into that sort of thing? maybe to spice up things around here? ❜