Francesca "Frankie" Sullivan. Cousin to Clay Moss, side fling sometimes to Skip Hoffman and known arch enemy of Hunter Sylvester. Frankie and Hunter have been at each other's necks since the second grade. Constantly trying to publicly embarrass or o...
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"Can you grab me another shot? I'm gonna run to the restroom!" Frankie asked Hunter as they walked back inside the club.
"Yeah of course." He replied. Instantly missing the warmth in his hand as Frankie let go and walked away.
He approached the bar and asked for two shots of fireball at Frankie's request. Noticing the bartender also gave him a mixed drink for some reason.
"Sorry ma'am, I didn't order this." Hunter politely corrected the woman. Seeing her nametag read Dorothy.
"I know, it's for that spitfire girlfriend of yours. I figured she would be up here any moment for another one." She chuckled and walked away to another person ordering drinks at the other end of the bar.
"She's not my girlfrien-" Hunter tried to correct her again but she was soon out of earshot. His heart fluttering at the word.
Girlfriend? Better not let Frankie hear that one, she'll lose her shit. That's the last thing I need for her to misinterpret that I told someone we were dating. She'd kick my ass then probably not speak to me again.
Hunter walked back over to their booth holding the two shots in one hand and her drink in the other. Seeing Frankie shimmy off her jacket to throw back down in their seats. Swallowing as her lower back and belly were fully showing again. Trying to not stare at her back dimples, just for her to turn around and try to avoid staring at her belly ring instead. Why must she be so effortlessly attractive?
"You won't touch me yet you're trying to get me liquored up Sylvester?" She joked, seeing the three drinks in his hands.
"That bartender seems to have taking a shining to you. Said you would probably be ready for your next cocktail by now. The second shot is for me."
"Whattt? Thee Hunter Sylvester is drinking in a club with little ole me?"
"Hey, I had a beer earlier didn't I? Figured I would be the one driving back later so this shot is my first and last one for the night."
"Mmm cheers then." Frankie took the small glass from his hand and clinked it with his other.
Both throwing their heads back as they drank them together.
"Oh my god, that's horrible! Why's it fucking spicy?" Hunter's face puckered from the taste.
Frankie giggled as she took a sip from her other drink. Shifting her eyes to the dance floor. Shocked to see Clay and even more so Kevin out there with Lisa and Emily. Actually moving around with their girlfriends.
