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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

[never_very_good]

Like me how?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

In any way?

[never_very_good]

He's the smart one.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I don't know. You don't seem like a dumb guy to me.

[This would be the flirting portion of the evening. She sips the drink, licking the sugar rimmed lip of the glass]

[never_very_good]

[He smirks a little, but nods. Sadly, Lucy, he's more or less immune to the flirting, but he won't hold it against you.]

Tending bar's about the best job I can manage. Ed's a doctor. Doesn't add up the same, you know?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'll give you that they're different sorts of smart.

[It's okay. She doesn't actually require a positive reaction to flirting as long as it's not a negative one]

[never_very_good]

[Neutrality for the win.]

If you say so. Dunno how alike we are anyway.