when: 01/26 where: basement party with: @easyryder
"since when can we not spring for cocktails at these things?" frankie frowns, clumsily opening a can of lukewarm beer and bringing it to her mouth. the liquid barely breaches her lips before she's lowering it again, frown deepening into a scowl. "god, you guys actually drink this stuff? seriously, what does a girl have to do for a bay breeze?" she twists around and discards the can by putting it on a random surface, sure that someone will come along and drink it, germs be damned.
when she turns back and sees easy still standing in front of her, frankie huffs out a small chuckle. "i almost don't recognize you when you're not running in the opposite direction. if you were sitting down, i might think you were just sleeping with your eyes open. i mean, that would explain why you're not trying to get away from me, but you seem... mostly conscious right now, i guess." the words are spoken with an air of sarcasm, but something rests beneath them. something wounded.