Sunday, September 1, 2008
Who: Frankie and Jason Where: Frankie's room When: Late evening What: Frankie's upset and Jason's gonna give her alcohol
Jason shut down his computer, still mildly horrified at the video he'd been forced to watch after signing onto his journal. Disturbing. Still, Frankie needed someone. She was obviously upset, especially since she was in love with the guy. Jason thought, from what he'd heard, that Fox was a complete and utter asshole and Frankie was better off without him, but he was determined to keep his opinions to himself. They wouldn't help her tonight. Standing and after putting on deodorant, Jason grabbed the bottle of Jack, a couple glasses and left his room barefoot. He wasn't going too far so he didn't mind the tile under his feet.
Shifting the glasses and bottle to one hand, Jason knocked on the door, hearing soft sniffles and some shuffling inside. He waited patiently, wanting to let Frankie get herself settled before she let him in. Poor sprite. She didn't deserve this heartache and he'd only known her a short time.