Who: Fox and (hopefully) Frankie
When: Late night
Where: Campus, Boston
What: Someone's gotta eat crow!
Rating: Cover Your Eyes!
Right after the conversation with Charlie, Fox logged off the computer and hopped into the shower to minimize the smell of the alcohol. It wouldn't do to show up reeking of whiskey, even though he didn't really have all that much. Ten minutes later he emerged clean and freshly scented. He took a moment to look up the number of a cab company and ensured one would be at the front gates of the school in twenty minutes. It didn't give him much time, but he didn't need a lot anyways.
Dressing quickly in a pair of his nice jeans and a soft, blue button down dress shirt, Fox slid into his books, sprayed some cologne and stuffed his pockets with the necessities before heading out the door. He didn't bother leaving a note for Reese, since he doubted his roommate even really cared. Heading out doors, he headed toward the greenhouse. Thankfully, he'd remembered to look it up on the map between tugging on his pants and his shirt. A couple minutes later, he slipped inside and started dashing around to all the flowers that looked pretty enough to clip. He used his pocketknife to cut the stems then bunched the group of random flowers
together. He thought it didn't look too bad. Finding a thin coil of wire, he broke off a piece and tire the mess together tightly so it'd stay and raced out the door to the gate. Fox had spent more time than he'd thought in the green house.
Once in the cab, he gave the address to Frankie's apartment and waited through the drive, wondering what the hell he'd say. What he'd do if Vinnie saw him, and how the hell he'd make it if Frankie said no.