Did Frankie care that the man was looking her up and down? Not in the least. He would have been stupid not to before accepting her challenge. A part of her wondered, much as she always did when others sized her up, what his impression of her was. She hoped that she conveyed the strength that she knew she was capable of. In her mind, everyone she met should have felt intimidated; however, she had to admit to enjoying it when others underestimated her because she was a woman. Frankie couldn’t number how many of Faith’s previous boyfriends she had knocked on their ass because they had thought she was a weak little flower.
Of all the people to judge what was considered “normal” social behavior, Frankie was likely the last person who should have been considered an authority. Not only had she spent the better part of her life outside of the United States, more often than not with animals, she tended to do and say exactly what she wanted to. If people got offended or considered her weird, she couldn’t have cared less. Frankie accepted the man’s handshake, making sure to squeeze just a little harder as she did so. “Deal. Name’s Frankie, by the way. I figure you’ll want to know the name of the person who took you to town on this game.” She stepped around the man to the game as she dug a quarter out of her pocket. Before she slid it into the money slot, she set out a stack of quarters to have at the ready so she wouldn’t waste time searching for them later. Frankie picked up the toy gun and settled it comfortably in her arms. Weapons had never really been her thing, but she had used the real counterpart to the toy in her hands several times and it took a bit of adjustment to get used to its light weight. “Now, watch this.” Frankie put her quarter in and started the game. For someone who had never seen the game before in her life, she did a fairly impressive job. That still didn’t mean that she scored as high as she would have liked; her current score was a few hundred points lower than the game that the man had just finished before she approached him. She turned around to him and handed off the toy gun, a smirk on her face that betrayed her displeasure with her performance. Confidence was the way to win nine times out of ten and Frankie wasn’t about to let hers slip away. “I’m just warming up,” she added in case he had any ideas otherwise.