#frankie001

[xiomara-molina]

Status: closed @frankie-ackerman​

Location: The Phoenix 

Frankie Ackerman has been a prize in Xiomara’s eyes for decades now, stretching back to their days at Edison High School. Except Xiomara had a boyfriend back then, and shortly after, a baby on the way. But even then, when she was just a teenage girl who should’ve been preoccupied by the only guy she’s been in a relationship with, Xio always thought Frankie was beautiful. Beautiful in a way straight girls simply did not think about other girls. A schoolgirl crush is what it was. Though she tried ignoring it, butterflies fluttered in her stomach from being in Frankie’s proximity alone. By the time Xi made peace with some hard truths about herself, Frankie was gone, married to a very lucky woman the last she had heard. But life, the son of a bitch it can be, it happens, and it just so happens to have led them both to The Phoenix tonight. Xiomara had spotted the unmistakable red curls at the bar, immediately captivated by who she swears is still one of the most beautiful women she’s ever seen. Wherever she was going before doesn’t matter. She makes her way over to Frankie, sliding up next to her. “What’re you drinking, Red? Let me get the next one,” Xio smiles.

[lottieleon]

Closed Starter for @frnoialles

Where: Supernatural Conclave & Gala

When: Part 2 (start a drinking contest for Berserker)

Charlotte made herself scarce when the cries of dead body and witchcraft started silently echoing through the air. It wasn’t that she wasn’t concerned, she just knew that she wouldn’t help anyone by barging in and letting herself be found aside a magically fueled murder.

She had laid eyes on Jace, knew he was as safe as could be, as well as visually assured the majority of the rest of her coven was secure. The one person she hadn’t seen was Jen. But Charlotte was trying not to worry about that, Jen was a strong capable witch and she had assured herself with what were perhaps small lies that she would not bite off more than she could chew.

It had been the final eye contact with her Abuela that had really sent her into the corner, the strong and capable Arc Ibarra had thrown themselves into the investigation, but they knew Charlotte’s crimes. How Charlotte knew what it was like to use magic to rip life away.

So Charlotte had ensconced herself where she felt most comfortable. On a bar stool, pilfering through the excellent selection of liquor that had been supplied for an event that was very quickly spiraling out of control.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she looked up and a stunning woman had taken a seat on the other side of the bar. Two strangers who had found stasis in revolving chaos. “Drink?” Charlotte made the universal gesture to pour a shot. “Might as well take advantage of this liquor cabinet while everyone else finds themselves more occupied with other ventures.”