Post by Francesca Maria Bianchi on Feb 11, 2012 20:31:08 GMT -5
Sometimes you don't want pretty, sometimes you don't want nice. Sometimes, the only thing you really want is a dirty, scummy bar with sticky floors and a clientele that reeks of desperation. This was one of those times. Frankie had a bit of a soft spot for Reid's. The shit hole was where she had her first drink, both legal and underage, where she'd spent so many wasted hours with friends and family. It was her kind of place. Sure, there was a weird smell, and the beer was pretty disgusting, but it was home. She may clean up nice, and she may rub elbows with the movers and shakers in this town from time to time, but really, this was the place she was more comfortable, where she fit in, with these people. It wasn't always her first choice of destination, and certainly a far cry from O'Riley's, but she spent enough time there on shift that from time to time, she needed the complete opposite.
She leaned down over the pool table, eyeing the balls before letting the cue hit the white one with a sharp crack. She stood straight, leaning against her cue as she watched the two remaining stripped balls and the 8 sink into the pockets. With a grin, she reached forward, swiping the 20 dollar bill that was waiting on the corner of the pool table while her opponent grumbled and his friends chuckled. “ Sorry bud, looks like you shouldn't assume an easy win just because you're opponent's got tits.” she gave him a little wink and put her cue on the table. She picked up her pint, finishing off the dregs of the beer resting at the bottom. “ And looks like you're going to be funding my next drink.” she said, putting the 20 she'd won into her purse. “ You boys have a good night.” she said with a parting grin as she walked over to the bar. She slid onto a stool “ Hey Mickey, give me another pint.”
She leaned down over the pool table, eyeing the balls before letting the cue hit the white one with a sharp crack. She stood straight, leaning against her cue as she watched the two remaining stripped balls and the 8 sink into the pockets. With a grin, she reached forward, swiping the 20 dollar bill that was waiting on the corner of the pool table while her opponent grumbled and his friends chuckled. “ Sorry bud, looks like you shouldn't assume an easy win just because you're opponent's got tits.” she gave him a little wink and put her cue on the table. She picked up her pint, finishing off the dregs of the beer resting at the bottom. “ And looks like you're going to be funding my next drink.” she said, putting the 20 she'd won into her purse. “ You boys have a good night.” she said with a parting grin as she walked over to the bar. She slid onto a stool “ Hey Mickey, give me another pint.”
