Location: Late Night Slice Status: Closed starter for @frnkxgrca
The most important thing Marlee had learned living in this small town the past 9 years was that life could get messy very fast. Your exes, the people you didn't get along with, the people you hadn't been the best version of yourself with, you ran into them all the time. They were intrinsically wrapped up in every aspect of the town and that could be...draining...constantly face to face with people who had disappointed your or people that you'd hurt. Frankie's company was...delightfully simple. He was her favorite bartender, entertaining and exuberant energy, there had been nothing but platonic friendship vibes from the getgo. There was nothing to be complicated or tense. Which was why after a night of drinking her favorite drinks the way he made them best, Marlee had bullied Frankie into coming out for some post liquor pizza, her treat.
"I swear to god, pizza never tastes better than when you're drunk, high, or some combination of both," she murmured after she'd enjoyed the first bite of her slice of sausage and mushroom. "How'd you do tonight? Good tippers? I think there's a special place in hell for people who don't tip their bartenders, especially after they use them for a free therapy session first. That one guy...shit...he had like a mustard yellow shirt and a goatee...I feel like he dragged you through his entire life story."