Week One: Monday, April 1st, 2007
Who: Frankie and Clove When: Week One: Monday, April 1st, 2007 Where: Clove's room (House of Fire) What: Frankie delivers coffee and breakfast (and hopes for some sort of enthusiastic and smooch-a-rific thank you).
The morning before had been rather brutal. Too much tequila, and Frankie's head made sure she knew it. Talk about punishment! Wasn't her sad state enough? Oh no, her body felt the need to make her even more miserable in Reenie's absence. Apparently, Frankie wasn't allowed to use alcohol to try and forget her woes, nope, her pounding head was reminder enough of such troubles. It throbbed, telling her over and over again just how crappy she should feel. Stupid head. Why did she have to love Patron so much? And why had she insisted on chugging it to drown her sorrows? Ah well... at least she was feeling better now.
She looked a hell of a lot better too. After waking up the morning before, Frankie was lookin' rough! Her hair was a disaster, flying every which way, and matted to the right side of her head. Stupid blond locks, they weren't as soft and manageable as her natural dark. But, if boys preferred blonds, so be it! Her hair hadn't been the only thing disastrous about her appearance. PJs slightly askew, the waistband of her sweats twisted around her midsection, and her tanktop stretched out and falling off her left shoulder. Her wings had seen better days as well. Talk about a train wreck! She'd been relieved when Clove agreed to take a rain check. She needed a full 24 hours to straighten herself out. There was no way she'd get any sort of smoochin' action goin' looking the way she did the day before.
Today, she was bright and chipper again. Her beautiful blond locks shined brightly, the light curls now tame and loose. Her clothes were just as laid back. She'd selected some loose fitting jeans, an old concert tee, sneakers, and a zip-up hoodie thrown on at the last second. Nothing fancy, but she looked perky and sweet as always. She smelled good too. It wasn't enough for her food to taste and smell good... she needed to look downright edible as well. She hoped Clove would feel tempted to nibble on her in addition to the breakfast she planned to make him.
It was insanely early, but she had to rise and shine at a stupid hour if she wanted to make him a proper feast for this little breakfast in bed 'date'. It was a date, right? She hoped so. And a date required something special. Chocolate pancakes were the best idea. They made Frankie's tummy rumble in anticipation, and she hoped Clove would react the same way.
Making her way to the kitchen was easy enough. And when she arrived, she amazingly found everything she needed within just a few minutes. The place was surprisingly well-organized... clearly the school chef knew how to keep a tight ship. Everything was exactly where it should be, and it made Frankie's life so much easier as she whipped up her famously delicious Chocolate Malt Pancakes. They were sure to appease Clove's appetite (but hopefully not too much, cause she wanted him hungry for more).
As she cooked, she practiced in her head what she might say to ease her embarrassment for her drunken chatting. Hopefully, he wouldn't even remember it. Hopefully. But, if he did, she wanted to be ready. Thinking about him made the whole cooking process go a lot faster, and before she realized it, she was piling hot flapjacks onto two big plates. She found a serving platter and put the plates on it, pouring some coffee in cups with lids immediately after. Now she just needed to hurry back to the House of Fire before the food got cold!
She rushed, and soon enough, Frankie was knocking lightly on Clove's door, "Room service..." she called inside, "And you better hurry or it'll get cold."