Post by Galen Francis Ollivander on Dec 4, 2019 10:22:48 GMT -7
n o t h i n g.
FRANKIE'S T-SHIRT WAS STILL UNCOMFORTABLY stuck to his back, but he could barely notice among the heat and sweat of the other patrons. His heart beating wildly as he held his wallet with complete relief. He'd hate to have to apply for another student ID. He did, not one moment, suspect Rachel as he stuffed it back in to his pocket and patted it to be extra sure it was secure. Frankie was still young enough and naive enough to assume the better of her. "Thanks," He laughed, breathy and flushed, his heart still beating wildly.
"I'd have been right up sh*t creek without it." He ran a hand through his short hair. "No harm," He smiled, nodding his head. There wasn't much to steal, if he were honest. Some times his parents sent him some guilt money, but he never touched it. The galleons exchange was mad and his parent's had no concept of what real, muggle money meant. So, it varied from 2 quid to 1000 pounds. He only used it when he was very desperate, and he always felt sick once he had.
Using his card, he paid for another two beers and handed one to Rachel. He could feel guilty for it later. "To celebrate," Frankie joked, taking a large pull from his glass after toasting her with it. "You're my bloody saviour, Rachel." He exclaimed with wide, happy eyes. This was Frankie at his best, buzzed and boozing. He had the sudden urge to lean in and kiss her, but he didn't. He took another drink instead.
"I'd have been right up sh*t creek without it." He ran a hand through his short hair. "No harm," He smiled, nodding his head. There wasn't much to steal, if he were honest. Some times his parents sent him some guilt money, but he never touched it. The galleons exchange was mad and his parent's had no concept of what real, muggle money meant. So, it varied from 2 quid to 1000 pounds. He only used it when he was very desperate, and he always felt sick once he had.
Using his card, he paid for another two beers and handed one to Rachel. He could feel guilty for it later. "To celebrate," Frankie joked, taking a large pull from his glass after toasting her with it. "You're my bloody saviour, Rachel." He exclaimed with wide, happy eyes. This was Frankie at his best, buzzed and boozing. He had the sudden urge to lean in and kiss her, but he didn't. He took another drink instead.
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