Left to his own devices, Gregoire was never up to much good. A healthy dose of Jack Daniels and several cigarettes later he was feeling pretty festive, his mask pulled up to uncover his mouth. Even if he had been meandering around outside the whole time.
Upon spotting the familiar brunette, he smirked a little too wide. He wandered over to her--hoping to catch her off-guard during her little moment of personal serenity.
"Still clinging on to those bad habits, I see." He said from nearby in somewhat slurred French, his own cigarette perched between his lips.
"Uh, Spider-man?" Gray said it as if it were supposed to be obvious. Looming closer to her, he flicked ash from his cigarette and tilted his head as he gave her a very obvious once-over.
"And you? Other than naked? Although I admit, it is genius."
"Why start now?" His grin somehow broadened. He took a sip from a flask he'd stashed in his jacket, and offered it (like any gentleman would) to Frankie.
"I don't need to be Homecoming King when I've already got the audience of the most beautiful girl here."
He thought he was so slick.
"Why don't we forget our girlfriends, yeah? For old time's sake?"
Frankie rolled her eyes but accepted the flask, taking two long drinks before almost laughing it out of her nose. Was he being serious? In that mask?!
"Old times? You mean that one week in sophomore year? I don't think we need to relive that. Besides, you always have the pictures" she said, grinning broadly now.
Gray's smile dropped a fraction for a millisecond before he collected himself.
"You can't tell me you didn't like it!" He half-pouted at her, still smiling--always smiling. He wasn't sure if it was his drink or his company. Maybe both.
"--The sex, I mean. You seemed to, anyhow. Most girls don't curl their toes for no reason."
Frankie blushed only slightly, instead raising her eyebrows in mock interest. "Oh, really? My girlfriend does that too". It wasn't entirely true, considering her and Tatum hadn't gone much further than heavy petting, but Gray didn't know that.
She blew smoke into his face (she had a better aim with four inch heels on) and lifted his mask up over his eyes. "Drinking isn't entirely becoming on you" she mentioned, brushing his hair flat where the mark was making it stick out at odd angles.
"That's just wishful thinking, baby" she pouted, letting her hand drop from his face and onto his chest. "Besides, Hunter could destroy me. And you. You might be stupid but I'm not."
"She is not a freshman" Frankie said dangerously, any hint of a smile now gone from her face. "If anyone is a freshman around here, it's you." She crossed her arms over her chest huffily.
"Woah woah woah, okay okay." Gray replied in English, holding his hands up in surrender.
"I take it back. Apologies. Honest. Forget I said anything. If you're that uncomfortable with fucking me tonight, I can accept it." He said even as he leaned closer to her than he should have allowed himself--at least while she was looking at him like that.
Even though the hair on the back of her neck stood up, Frankie refused to let the little shiver go down her spine. Who did he think he was, anyway? Was she his last resort whenever he couldn't score some pussy?
She leant up to his ear, on tip toes. "You know, perhaps you should try going gay too. It might sort you out, a big fat cock." And now she was laughing again at even the thought of that ever happening.
"I--What--" Gray's jaw dropped in horror somewhat at the thought.
"That's not funny! Why would you even suggest--" And now she was laughing at him. He was trying his best not to pout at her .This wasn't exactly a new experience, though. That only made him pout more.
She felt bad when Gray pouted, even when he deserved it she still felt bad. It was his damn puppy eyes. She sighed and hugged his middle, like she always did when she wanted to soothe him.
"Yes." She mumbled into his chest. Shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know, she's never going to hurt me. Plus she's really pretty."
It was automatic in the way he hugged her back. She always did hug him and fuss over his hair. Even looked after him to a certain point. She cared. He frowned a little more deeply and leaned his cheek on the top of her head.
"Okay. You should probably head back inside, yeah?"
Her cigarette had burnt out a long time ago. She took another swig from his flask before handing it back to him and smiling.
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." She started walking back to the dance, turning to talk to him one last time. "I don't think you should talk to me when you're drunk anymore. You..Mess with my head. Please."