Friday, May 9, 2008
Who: Fox and Frankie When: After this, evening Where: Fox's room What: Frankie's upset and needs a drink with a friend
Fox sighed and closed his computer, knowing that Frankie was probably already on his way over. When the hell did he become a dual psychologist/therapist? He sure as hell wasn't qualified to deal with this shit. That's why there was a shrink on staff. To help people deal with these issues. If he didn't think Frankie would scorch the hell out of him, he may just mention it. Maybe he'd wait until she had a couple drinks in her.
Glancing at the door, he made sure it was unlocked before pulling out a couple glasses and the bottles he had stashed around the room. There were a couple types of rum, the bottle of Disaronno, a vodka and a tequila. He hoped she'd like at least one of those. Fox knew that Astrid was partial to the Disa, which was why he kept it around. Personally, it was too sugary sweet, though it was nice every once in awhile. Oh well, that's what friends were for.
Hearing the knock on the door, he called out. "C'mon in, Sparky."