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[never_very_good]

[Curses or no curses, Frankie's doing what Frankie does-- tending bar. How thrilling. Something's up, judging from the fact that no one seems to be able to keep their seat for more than a minute or two, but it's not bad enough to shut down and he doesn't have the impulse to act like an idiot himself... so, Frankie's just rolling with the punches, at work as usual.

Of course, you don't need to be a willing participant to be stuck speed-dating...]




[ooc; open for action at the blue light and/or the raven, because i am flexible. frankie will be nice but horrified. <3 feel free to harass!]

Comments

[fatespoken]

[ Next to Frankie, Amory is currently wiping a cup dry with a cloth. He suddenly pauses, turning to Frankie to pin him down with hazel eyes. ]

If you had to pick a vein, which would be your vein of choice?

[never_very_good]

[Frankie pauses for a long moment, meeting Amory's eyes and staring him down.]

More of an artery man, myself.

[fatespoken]

[ He smirks at that, feeling oddly (okay, maybe not so oddly) devious. Blame the curse. ]

Oxygen improves the taste? [ Hazel eyes remained trained on the other. ] You still didn't answer my question. Which one?

[never_very_good]

Some people like it better. [He grins, a crooked expression that shows teeth, though it's not nearly as flattering as it used to be. Hey, that was in style once, believe it or not.] Femoral. Of course.