Birthright

Who: Frankie; a Goblin
What: Battle Royale
When: Current
Where: Frankie's Apartment
Ratings: Feline Fury

( Lock’d together in one nest )

( Text to Brian )

( Text for Frankie )

Who: Frankie/Derek
Where: Gold Mine Pawn and Guns
When: One Year Ago
Content Warnings: Low

( Simpatico )

Who: Hanna/Frankie
What: Unburdening
Where: Las Vegas, unnamed restaurant
When: Three Months Ago
Content Warnings: Mentions of violence

( there’s a helluva lot more going on in the world )

Who: Frankie
Where: all around Vegas
When: Present

( Sometimes, Frankie just felt an itch. )

Who: Hanna & Frankie
When: This Week
Where: Zaytoon, a Persian restaurant
Rating: G

( Next time, you can come to my place )

Who: Hanna Pulaski and Frankie Lawson
Where: Gold Mine Pawn & Guns
When: The day after undead craziness
Rating: Low

( First Move )

Who: Frankie, Roman
What: A Chat
Where: Las Vegas
When: Morning After Animal Attacks
Ratings/Warnings: None

( Two Guys Meet on a Street Corner )

Who: Hanna and Frankie
What: Doing Business
When: Noon
Where: Gold Mine Pawn & Guns
Rating: Mild embarrassment

Even though Hanna had only had the courier’s job for four months, she was one of the top workers at Sin City Portage. She’d learned to ride a bike in her own neighborhood before branching out to ride to school and back, to the movies with friends, when her family went on vacation. Some things you never forgot, though she’d signed the agreement about protective gear because her boss insisted.

When she got the slip for Gold Mine Pawn & Guns, she picked up the mid-sized box from the office and dropped it into the storage area on her bike. Helmet, gloves, name tag attached to her shirt. It was closing in on noon when she moved the bicycle into traffic, not quite time for lunch, too late for breakfast.

( Goofy around the edges )

Who: Rhiannon & Frankie
What: Texts
When: Present
Where: N/A
Ratings: Low

( Checking in )

Who: Rhiannon & Frankie
What: Catching Up
When: Present, Evening
Where: Huntridge Tavern, Las Vegas
Ratings: Low

( Cheap Beer & Conversation )

Who: Open to James, Rhiannon, Brian, Celeste, Nesryn, Cian, Gabe, Radek, Brianna, Frankie, Abby, Mikey, Shimmer, Tasha, Phanuel
What: Networking
When: Friday, Midnight
Where: Blindeye Diner, Las Vegas
Ratings: Possible Language

( Hiding in Plain Sight )

Who: Frankie & Gabe
What: Looking for information
When: Today
Where: Gold Mine Pawn Shop
Ratings G

( ...tell her Benny Cisco sent you... )

Frankie was pretty sure he was the only tenant in his building that kept a landline anymore. Old-fashioned by the standards of most, he supposed, but still convenient as all hell from time to time. Case in point: arguing with Chuck about covering an open shift at the Goldmine while continually shoveling soggy Rice Krispies into his mouth, holding the phone in place between his ear and shoulder.

“Look… no, look… look, Chuck, I told you, I can’t do nights this week,” he insisted, a stream of milk gone starchy dribbling down his chin. He fisted the hand holding his spoon and wiped it away, nodding at his boss’ blathering as though the man could see before eating another spoonful.

( Scheduling )

Who: Frankie Lawson, Katherine Williams
What: Spotting the Familiar
Where: Las Vegas
When: Present Day
Ratings/Warnings: M (reference to violence)

[Thread Complete]

( Kitty to Kitty )

Who: Frankie Lawson, Celeste Henry
What: Business Transaction
Where: Vegas strip
When: Present Day, Night
Ratings/Warnings: Possible PG-13, language and illegal activity

( All That Glitters )

(Scene complete)

“See? See, this right here, this is what I’m talkin’ about,” Frankie said, pointing at the television bolted to the ceiling. The fact that the boxing match was even airing was a surprise; it was an amateur event, making a local access station only in the absence of the usual high school basketball games that would be airing again in another month or so.

“If you watch,” Frankie continued, shaking his head and speaking to no one in particular, “If you watch, you can see this kid flinch every time the champ throws a punch, but not when he throws it, no… just a, just a milisecond before the the guy draws back.”

He shook his head. “Goddamn fake bullshit,” he grumbled, and took another pull on his beer. It was bad enough that the match was clearly rigged, but Frankie had dropped a good chunk of change on the kid.

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