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...
Frankie and her mom went out a few more times to the bar together. After Emily and Lisa tried to get her from keeping the drinking to a minimum. They didn't want her to get caught and in trouble for underage drinking. Or end up in a dangerous situation when seeing how much she could physically drink. Trying to prevent her from going down a worse path.
She was starting to feel judged by them. So she decided to start going out by herself if Stevie wasn't around. Lying to her dad about where she was or who she was with.
She mainly kept to herself when going out. Making friends with other random drunk girls at the bar if anything. She actually had a lot of fun by doing so. They knew nothing about her and also were just looking to have a good time themselves.
Tonight something happened she really wasn't expecting though. Running into a face of her past. A past coming back to haunt her future.
"Frankie Sullivan? Is that really you?" A random deep voice from behind asked with a playful scoff.
Frankie spun around on the bar stool to come face to face with none other than Chester Elliot.
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"Elliot?" She whispered out. Feeling like she just saw a ghost.
She was 8 drinks in but knew that wasn't enough to hallucinate seeing him. Especially with the amount she was downing lately.
Besides Skip, he was the only other boyfriend Frankie ever truly had. They dated when she was in 8th grade the first time and when she repeated it and he went off to High School.
Some time after that he got in trouble for getting into a fight at a local park. Something about a drug deal going wrong and he ended up stabbing another kid their age. He was sent away for it and locked up for a while.
"Holy shit!" She yelled out.
Hopping off the bar stool to pull him into a hug. The tipsiness making her more friendly than usual. He had the same grubby look like he needed a bath. Smelling of cigarette's and looking like he's been awake for two days straight with the remains of black eyeliner smudged under his eyes. Frizzy, black long hair. A typical death metal band tee of his. Showing how solid his body filled out over the years.
"Damn you smell like you'd ignite if I lit a match Sullivan." Chester laughed in his low voice. Smelling the alcohol on her breath.
"Shit, sorry." She semi slurred out. Releasing from their hug.
"Don't be. I don't mind it." He looked down at her as he took a subtle step back. Looking her up and down to take in her full appearance after all this time. Seeing how much she's grown into a woman.
