From: gregoire	Date: October 2nd, 2010 02:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"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."

	From: petitechou	Date: October 2nd, 2010 03:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"Don't you have a girlfriend to be discussing that with?" she snapped, frowning up at his stupid face. He could be such a jerk sometimes.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 2nd, 2010 08:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"Don't you?"" He leered at her openly, chuckling to himself all the while--obviously too intensely amused by his own 'wit'.

"Come on, France. Don't be like that."

	From: petitechou	Date: October 2nd, 2010 08:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

Her mouth quirked up slightly no matter how hard she tried not to be amused, but it didn't stop her shoving him in the chest with a tut.

"Behave" she scorned, flicking ash not too far from his shoes. "Are you annoyed because you didn't get Homecoming King?"

	From: gregoire	Date: October 2nd, 2010 08:37 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"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?"

	From: petitechou	Date: October 2nd, 2010 08:44 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

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.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 2nd, 2010 08:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

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."

	From: petitechou	Date: October 2nd, 2010 09:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

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.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 2nd, 2010 09:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"Good to know." Gray snerked, biting his lip as he laughed. That image would be clear in his head for a while.

"I'm not hearing a 'no', France."

	From: petitechou	Date: October 2nd, 2010 09:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"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."

	From: gregoire	Date: October 2nd, 2010 09:36 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"What does it have to do with her?" Gray shrugged matter-of-factly.

"We are not exclusive. I'm a free man! You're the one who is practically married to that freshman."

	From: petitechou	Date: October 2nd, 2010 09:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"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.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 2nd, 2010 09:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"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.

"But something tells me that you're not."

	From: petitechou	Date: October 2nd, 2010 10:04 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

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.

	From: gregoire	Date: October 2nd, 2010 10:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

"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.

"Does she really do it for you, then?"

	From: petitechou	Date: October 2nd, 2010 10:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

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."

	From: gregoire	Date: October 2nd, 2010 10:54 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

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?"

	From: petitechou	Date: October 2nd, 2010 10:58 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Frankie/Gray

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."