From: petitechou	Date: December 26th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)		(Link)

Frankie pressed her face into his chest, crying wasn't very graceful or becoming and she didn't want him to see her all blotchy and snotty. She stayed like that only long enough to pull herself together before pulling away. His top was definitely a little ruined, which in turn made Frankie laugh.

"Revenge." She said, smiling a bit. Her emotions were always so up and down that nearly as soon as it had started, the crying was almost forgotten. She downed the rest of her drink and winced.

"I'm not stepford wife material. I told dad I was going to have a sex and drug orgy. How long do you think he's going to be angry for?"

	From: gregoire	Date: December 26th, 2010 12:50 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Gray let out a sigh of relief that he hadn't been aware he was holding in, rubbing his hands over his pajama pants, and then through his hair.

"Uuughhh." He grimaced down at himself, finally looking up to catch that weak smile; the soggy shirt seemed worth it.

"You could still do that," He smirked, trying to sound nonchalant.

	From: petitechou	Date: December 26th, 2010 12:59 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Behave" she scolded, taking a shakey last drag of the cigarette and searching around for an ashtray. "You need more than two people for an orgy."

	From: gregoire	Date: December 26th, 2010 01:16 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I could see if I could get the maid to come back?" He laughed, leaning back with a sigh. He slid a tray in front of Frankie with his foot; it was obviously meant to be decorative but had been turned into a makeshift ashtray. Gray didn't own any real ones.

Though watching her smoke made him want a cigarette, and he pat down his pajamas for his own.

	From: petitechou	Date: December 26th, 2010 01:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"That depends, is she blonde or brunette" Frankie said with more than a hint of sarcasm. She stubbed the cig out and mirrored his pose, leaning back lazily. She fished around for a lighter on the coach, chucking it in his lap and feeling a lot more sane than she had earlier this evening.

"Are you on your own for Christmas?"

	From: gregoire	Date: December 26th, 2010 02:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Brunette," Gray shrugged, finally situating his cigarette and lighting it up. He looked a little bewildered when Frankie asked him if he was alone for the holiday.

"I... yeah?" He half smiled, glancing over at the TV. Macaulay Culkin was running away from a million pigeons in Central Park.

"It's not really so bad," he added quickly, side-eyeing her..

	From: petitechou	Date: December 26th, 2010 02:32 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Too bad, brunettes aren't my type" she joked. She studied her friend carefully. It wasn't right that anyone was alone for Christmas, even if it was what she would want. "What are you doing tomorrow? Can you even cook dinner?" She smirked and turned her attention to the TV.

"What is this?"

	From: gregoire	Date: December 26th, 2010 02:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Damn," Gray laughed, shaking his head, exhaling smoke a bit forcefully. He didn't expect the answer to be yes, either way. He sat up and ashed his cigarette.

"I don't know. I might go see Hunter. ...Suzette said she'd check on me in the morning. It's no big deal. We don't really do Christmas in this house, anyway." He shrugged it off, pretending that everything was fine, like he always did--but more intensely bothered by the fact that Frankie didn't recognize Home Alone.

"Uh. Home Alone 2? Macaulay Culkin?" He made a slightly horrified face.

	From: petitechou	Date: December 26th, 2010 03:07 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Frankie surprisingly felt a little better at the thought of Gray and Hunter spending Christmas together. At least he wouldn't be by himself. She looked puzzled at his expression.

"Macoolee? What is that? Is this new?"