Anna might be (elatedorgassy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-10-25 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna of arendelle, frank hardy |
Who: Anna of Arendelle and Frank Hardy (Stefan butts in)
When: Backdated to August 27
Where: Out and About!
What: A date(?)
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Anna was super excited. She loved having a chance to get all dressed up, do her hair, wear high heels, and feel super girly. And have something super fun to do, too! It was super great. Did she mention it was super?
She’d picked out a vintage style blue dress with dots on it. And she’d curled her hair up on top of her head, and pinned up the rest. Then make-up. Cat-like eyeliner, bright red lipstick, subtle eyeshadow. She wasn’t all that great at all this stuff, but by the time she was finished, Stefan whistled at her. Laughing, Anna winked and spun around for him.
“Hot date?” He asked.
“No no, just going out with a friend!” Anna said, grabbing her clutch. Phone, keys, credit card, and the fake ID Katou had provided her. She only had a couple weeks left until her twenty-first birthday, and she couldn’t wait. Until then, though, she had the falsie.
The doorbell rang, and Anna raced to go through it before Stefan could say anything else. “Don’t wait up!” She pulled the door open and rushed through, nearly bowling into Frank on the other side.
The door flew open, surprising the man who had been waiting there. Frank caught Anna as she flew into him, arms wrapping around her waist. “Whoa!” Thinking quickly, he used the forward momentum to spin Anna around him, making a full turn before setting her back down on the entranceway. It had been simple physics, adjusting vectors and using them to create a real-life solution, but the result was more important than the math his mind was still finishing.
“I’m glad I’m not the only one excited about the escape room.” Frank laughed, stepping back but keeping his hands out for her in case she needed a moment to steady herself. He was dressed as one of his favorite detectives, Ellery Queen, complete with fedora and red sweater vest. His Dream counterpart had also worn something similar for a time, although considering the various decade jumps it had not lasted very long.
Now that he had a moment, Frank’s eyes traveled from the curls on Anna’s head to the dress she was wearing and back again. “Good night! Anna, you look great! Almost like you stepped right out of a fashion magazine!” He gave her a giant grin. “It’s perfect!”
Anna hadn’t really been expecting to bump straight into Frank on the other side of the door. She probably should have been, though, as she knew he was the one ringing the bell. The spin was actually pretty fantastic. She laughed, wrapping an arm around him to steady herself, then took her feet again. Carefully. Didn’t want to break an ankle on her heels. “Thanks,” she said, noting the way he was ready to steady her. “Are you kidding? I’ve been excited about this for weeks!” The grin on her face lit up the porch.
And then she blushed. Deeply. She lifted her hands to touch her hair, and then lowered them to straighten her skirt. “You think so? I mean, it’s not too much?” She asked, and then spun around once more. Her skirt blossomed out around her as she spun, then she stopped and grinned at him again.
“Not at all. You’re really cookin’ the look!” Frank shook his head. They were going to be the talk of the complex. As always, Anna never failed to brighten up what had originally been a rather sorry situation. It was bad form to tell her that the evening had been originally planned for someone else, so Frank resolved to keep that part quiet and forget himself a bit tonight. No Dream explosives showing up on the kitchen table, no greasers at work stealing his stories, just a night of fun and frivolity with a friend.
Now that Anna seemed to have found her feet again, Frank offered her his arm. “My chariot awaits.” He teased. Hm. He would probably have to put the top up now instead of when they arrived. Women’s hairstyles were never his specialty, but Frank doubted that they were meant to stand up to the high speeds of California’s freeways. How had the women in the 50s managed? Perhaps it was just one of the mysteries of the fairer sex he would never be able to solve.
“Cookin’ the look?” Anna asked, grinning through her blush. When Anna smiled, the whole world seemed to light up, like that pink in the sky that comes right before the sun rises. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She wrapped her hand around his arm and nodded. “Lead the way!”
Anna had been looking forward to this ever since she and Frank had talked about it before; a chance to get out and dress up, to have fun for a night and not think about school or living with vampires or any of the other drama that seemed to linger around her lately. She gave a little half-laugh, half-groan at his car. “God, I love your wheels! Best. Ever.”
“It’s definitely a compliment.” Dreaming about living in the past every night for months was more than enough for words and phrases no longer used in modern speech to slip into his daily lexicon. However, unlike Joe, Frank had chosen to embrace that particular quirk. Most of the time he looked unaware that he was using such slang, but in reality he actually found it fun to see people’s reactions. Usually they bordered on confusion, but Anna would rarely miss a beat. He like that about her.
“She definitely has a classy chassis.” Frank was extremely proud of the car the Dreams had given him. It was a far better gift than the bomb. Or the wreck that Joe had found...Shaking his head, he opened the passenger door for Anna. He’d put up the top after she was seated. Thankfully, it was not that long of a drive to the building and they still had plenty of time before their session was due to begin.
Anna laughed at the classy chassis comment. Oh, God. She flopped down into the passenger seat and settled in, pulling her seat belt on. “So, tell me more about this mystery thing. Is it going to be absolutely amazing?? I hope you know I’m rather useless at solving mysteries. I’m really good at standing around as arm candy.”
They talked for a bit in the car while Frank drove. It really was an amazing car. Anna laughed and joked, being rather charming. She kept touching her hair to make sure it was still in place, but with the amount of hairspray she’d put on it, it wasn’t going to move.
They arrived, and Anna climbed out of the car, a bounce in her step and a smile on her face.
“It’s actually more like an escape room.” Frank’s eyes were bright with excitement as he explained more about it. Once again, he offered Anna his arm as they headed inside. “They’re going to lock us in a themed room and we have an hour to find all the clues and figure out how to get out.”
Frank had long resigned himself to the fact that his interests were a bit eccentric for the majority of the population. It used to be that he could count on Joe to get excited about such things with him, but after Iola’s death...well, Frank really couldn’t blame him for not wanting anything to do with solving cases or getting involved in a mysterious story.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to be good a mysteries.” Frank shrugged and signed them in. He just hoped that she would not end up bored for the full hour. They were guided back down a non-descript hallway and then into a room that looked exactly like a scene out of Dick Tracy. The door was locked behind them and the hour began. “All right! Time to search for clues! Look for anything that seems out of the ordinary.”
“Oohhh.” Anna replied. She was a little worried she was going to be more of a hindrance than a help, but once they were inside she couldn’t help but get swept up into the fun of things. Anna wasn’t all that perceptive, but she managed to find a couple of clues on her own to start.
“I wish I had a notebook to write all these things down!” She exclaimed, then came back over to Frank so they could go through the clues together.
“Don’t worry, they make sure we have everything we need in order to figure this out. If they didn’t leave us a pad and pencil, then we shouldn’t need it to get out.” Frank was only half paying attention to what he was saying, however. His eyes were carefully weighing each part of the room, mentally separating the relevant from the superfluous. Added to that were Anna’s observations and comments, which were actually quite good for someone not used to looking for such things.
Eventually, Frank went completely silent, head bowed and hand on his chin. It was what most people who grew up with the man would call his “thinking look”. For all intents and purposes, the rest of the world ceased to exist for the elder Hardy. He was aware that he did such a thing, of course, but had never thought to apologize for it.
Five minutes of (hopefully not awkward) silence later, Frank lifted his head and grinned. Three purposeful strides took him over to the roll-top desk in the corner of the room. It was littered with papers and evidence both, but he bypassed everything and dove straight for the wastebasket underneath the chair. Buried under a mass of crumpled up papers and candy wrappers was a half-eaten apple. I knew it!
Frank pulled out the apple and grabbed the letter opener sitting on top of the desk. Moments later he was presenting Anna an untouched quarter of an apple - with a brass key stuck right in the middle of it. “Ladies first.” He grinned, eyes sparkling mischievously.
Anna was still wandering the room, looking around at all the clues, the papers, the whatever else… it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was a silence that Anna hadn’t quite thought to break. Normally she was a chatterbox, but she was so involved in thought that she didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words. Then Frank had it all figured out. Anna beamed over at him.
“I don’t even… I can’t even.” But she was more than willing to accept the key. “...this is amazing.” They could use the key to get themselves out of the room, right?
“It’s elementary, my dear Watson.” Frank winked as she took the key. Really, he had to hand it to the planners to go to the trouble of putting a fake apple together. The props were absolutely amazing. He was definitely glad they had come to the escape room. It would have been a shame to miss out on the experience just because his intended partner was no longer in the state.
“Come on. Let’s go see what our time is.” Eyes sparkling, Frank led the way to the door which would (hopefully) open with a turn of the key in Anna’s hand.
Anna moved with Frank back over to the door. This had been so much fun! Not just the getting all dolled up and role-playing part (hey, she could be Frank’s GirlFriday any day of the week, man!) but coming out here and putting their brains to use? Frank was amazing at this kind of stuff! Anna was so impressed. It was an excellent way to spend an hour (or however long it’d been?) for sure. She slid the key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door.
The grin on her face was magnificent. “After you.”
Frank offered Anna his arm as he headed out of the door. Congratulations and a short photo op detailing the date, room, and their finishing time followed. He held up one end of the sign while the other side was left to Anna. As this was a photo op, he went for a very Ellery Queen thoughtful pose. He was definitely planning to frame his copy of the picture.
“I think this definitely calls for a celebration.” Frank said as they were waiting for the pictures to be developed. “What do you think? Are you hungry? I’m sure there’s someplace around here that serves decent fare.”
Anna was downright adorable in that picture. She had one foot up behind her, showing off her killer pumps, and her head cocked just so as she held up her side of the sign. When he got that picture, she wanted a copy, too. It’d go up in her room, for sure.
She leaned against the bar while they waited for the printing. Thankfully, it was pretty fast. “Oh man! I could definitely eat… somewhere close? And delicious?” Her first thought was to check her Yelp app, but the man behind the counter suggested a place literally across the street.
“They’ve got an amazing wine selection, and some great finger foods.” He said.
Anna turned to Frank, grinning, eyebrows raised. “Shall we, then?”
The pictures came out adorably perfect. It was obvious that the two of them had a blast. Frank found that enjoying himself was easy to do around Anna. In the middle of paying for the pictures, he gave the man behind the counter a thankful look. He had been to a good number of restaurants since arriving in Orange County, but none of them were remotely close to where they were right now. “That sounds perfect.”
Frank turned to Anna and returned the grin. They were already dressed for a night on the town, anyway. He finished paying for their copies and picked up both bags. If there was one thing he had learned from Callie about women and shopping, it was that it was his job to carry the purchases. “Lead the way.”
Anna gave the man behind the counter a genuine “Thanks!” and smile, then turned to head out the front door, Frank in tow. She turned to grin at him this time over her shoulder. “We have to do this again sometime. Really. This is so much fun! I’m so glad you invited me out tonight.”
There was a crosswalk, and the restaurant was right on the other side of the street. Anna led the way, then held the door open for him once they reached the second location.
“Definitely.” Frank laughed as he followed Anna down the street. The sun had gone down while they had been in the room, but for a moment he could have sworn he saw it in front of him. Nodding his thanks, he entered and held up two fingers to the host behind the small podium. This time he motioned for Anna to go first as they were led to a small table against one of the side windows.
Frank could already hear his stomach rumbling in response to the delicious smells surrounding them. “Oh! They have a tasting special.” He pointed to the extra card amongst the rather long wine list. There were ten wines listed, which he figured meant they were going to be small pours or come in smaller glasses. Perfect for trying some types of wine from the local wineries or special vintages. “Want to do that and get a plate or two to share?”
Anna grinned her thanks this time, and followed the host to the table. The view out the window was actually quite lovely. She turned her attention to the menu, and thought for one moment that might not be the best idea, because she was such a lightweight, but then she was distracted by someone else on the menu.
“Ooh! They have spinach artichoke dip! Can we get that? Pretty please?” Anna asked. “a wine sampling and bread bowls of deliciousness. Sounds like the best idea ever.”
“Sure! That definitely sounds delicious.” Frank flagged down the waiter to place their order, including another few appetizers since this would be doubling as their dinner. He may not be the growing teenage boy of his dreams, but both he and Joe were still well-known in their family for having black holes for stomachs.
A few minutes later, the waiter returned with two glasses of wine. Frank was surprised to see that the glasses were normal glasses and not the typical tasting glasses he had assumed the place would use. Did the bartender make a mistake? A quick glance around at the other tables confirmed his suspicions. Providence? Possibly. He shrugged it off and returned his focus to his companion. It was not as if they had to finish the entire glass of wine before moving on to the next tasting. Right?
Was that the way wine tastings worked? Anna didn’t know. She took a big gulp of the first glass that was put down in front of her. Then, animatedly, she started to talk to him about the escape room. Before she knew what’d happened, the second, empty glass was taken away, and the room was hot. Wasn’t it hot in here? Anna took another bite of bread, and a third glass of wine was set in front of her.
She broke into a sloppy grin and lifted the glass to swirl under her nose. “I’m detecting… floral notes?” She teased.
“A very astute observation, Miss Anna.” Frank grinned right back. He was halfway through his fourth glass and was feeling decidedly comfortable with the bartender’s error. He was comfortable with a lot of things, actually. The restaurant was comfortably warm, his chair was - well, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but most of all he was comfortable with the company sitting across from him. Anna was a wonderful storyteller and even though he himself had been present in the escape room, Frank found he really enjoyed her retelling of the events.
“Oh, you should try this yellow one. I think he said it was double gloucester?” Frank chuckled as he put some of said cheese on a cracker and offered it to Anna. “I wonder if there’s also a single and triple glouchester...come to think of it, what makes it double anyway?” He was babbling, but it was fine. Anna didn’t seem to be minding it either.
It seemed that the more Anna drank, the more she giggled. And she’d had a lot. The girl was loopy, well on her way to tipsy. Or, maybe right around tipsy, headed toward drunk. “Why, thank you, Mister Frank.” She said, grinning brightly. “Ooh, just call me a mouse!” She accepted the cheese, then raised an eyebrow. “I… have no idea.” She took a nibble. “But hey, double is delicious!” And then she drank more of the amazing wine.
“Call you a mouse? Miss Kitty Mouse?” The grin on Frank’s lips slipped to something a bit more lopsided. He was teasing her. “Would that make me Basil, the Great Mouse Detective? Maybe I should check to make sure you didn’t slip something into my wine.” It went without saying that he had adored most detective stories as a child and young adult, even though he had still tended toward reporting once he reached High School. Frank sniffed playfully at the new wine, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Or was that tipsily?
Miss Kitty Mouse?? Anna gave a happy laugh, tipping her head back. “Oh my God I haven't thought of that movie in years!" It was a Disney film. One of those Disney connections. Anna was sure connected to Disney, wasn't she? "Anyway, yes. You can absolutely be The Great Mouse Detective, and I’ll be Miss Kitty Mouse.” It was nice to be out with someone who liked to play with her. Someone who was as silly and goofy as she was. It made her very happy. And tipsy. She went in for a sip. Gulp. Whatever. It was nearly empty. Already.
“Hey,” she said, leaning over a little and lowering her voice conspiratorially. “We should go sit in your car and take pictures. It’s not every day my hair looks this amazing.” Too bad they couldn’t go for a drive. Anna would have loved to show off their outfits to her adoring fans.
It was only logical that Frank would associate and reference Disney movies when he was sitting across from a Disney Princess. “It’s a deal.” He went to take a drink from his wine glass and was surprised to find it empty. Had they really finished all ten glasses? That would mean they’d finished over two whole bottles between them. It couldn’t be, right?
“Pictures? In my car?” His usually sharp mind was most definitely a bit on the fuzzy side, enough to let him know that he definitely shouldn’t be driving yet. Taking pictures, however, wasn’t driving. So there was no really no reason to say no to Anna’s request. Not that it had even crossed his mind to do so in the first place. Frank leaned in to match her tone. “Sure! We can even take extra pictures on your- I mean, of your hair!” Okay, so maybe his mind was very fuzzy.
“Sounds great!” They settled up the check together--Anna insisting that she pay at least her fair share, since he bought the tickets to the Escape Room (though she wasn’t very eloquent in her insisting, as everything was warm and fuzzy)--and Anna put her wallet back into her little clutch. She was looking forward to getting out to the car to take pictures.
Anna tipped back her glass, and suddenly it was empty. How did that happen? She’d lost count of the wine she’d had to drink tonight, but it was a lot. And the room was hot and fuzzy. She started feeling like Lucille Ball from that episode of I Love Lucy with the Vita-Meat-a Vitaveeta-- Vita… that Vitamin stuff that was all alcohol and Lucy got drunk doing the commercial. Then the like Do you pop out at parties? Are you un-poop-ular? came into her head, and Anna burst into laughter. She climbed from her chair, slipped her arm through Frank’s, and headed out into the parking lot. Hopefully they could make it into the car without falling down too much.
Frank had no idea how much wine they had collectively consumed, (which was highly unusual for him), but it was enough to make the crisp night air feel nice against the flush in his cheeks. From his research, he knew that Orange County did not exactly get cold at night, but this late in the summer they could definitely be cool, especially to someone used to the more temperate climate. Like Anna, for example. Her dress was definitely not fall weather-ready. Not that she felt cold. Actually, she felt rather warm, her arm linked with his, shoulders occasionally bumping as they walked. Which was good, because he would really hate for her to feel cold.
It was a testament to just how much the wine was affecting him that it took Frank the entire weaving-walk from the restaurant to his car to put that entire thought process together. “Here. Hold on.” The words were slightly slurred as he unhooked their arms and shrugged out of his sports coat. With a flourish that looked far cooler in his glossy eyes than it would to a sober onlooker, Frank wrapped the coat around Anna’s shoulders. “There!” He announced proudly, tugging the collar straight. A lopsided smile was still on his lips when he looked up away from the coat and into Anna’s eyes-
-and time froze.
The parking lot itself was dark, but the lights from the busy avenue still managed to catch on Anna’s features, highlighting the strawberry-blonde hair and the smile that could melt the iciest heart. She’s... beautiful. It had been months since he had held anyone in his arms, but it had not bothered him until now. He’d had no idea just how lonely he had become without Callie beside him until the reality of another woman was placed before him. The wine dancing through him washed away any remaining rational thoughts. He was here. She was here. That was all he needed to know. Frank’s eyes darkened as his hands slipped from the lapel and slid slowly up her neck to turn her chin up toward him, giving her time to reject his advance before dipping down to brush her lips with his own.
Oh, there was absolutely no way that Anna was going to reject his advances. The flourish of the sports coat, the warmth it brought to her shoulders as it draped carefully around her, the smell of boy that wafted up from the lining… it was all a little intoxicating. And the young redhead was already incredibly intoxicated. So when Frank looked down at her, the smile slowly melted from Anna’s lips. She felt the seriousness of the moment, looking up into his dark eyes.
A moment before it happened, a red flash bulb went off. Anna chose to ignore it. Frank was here, and he was leaning in, and it was warm and fuzzy and smelled good and felt good, and Anna decided to give in. She was probably going to regret this later. She didn’t owe Wash anything, they weren’t exclusive. She could kiss whoever she wanted. And she wanted to kiss Frank. So she did. Anna went up on her toes to meet his kiss, and her foot raised delicately behind her.
She tasted sweet, like sneaking a bag of skittles up to a treehouse on a sunny summer day. Something somewhere inside Frank knew that this was a Bad Idea. He had never thought of Anna like this and had not planned to change his view anytime soon. Then she was returning the kiss and the rational part of his mind took its leave, leaving his newly-remembered Lizard Brain in tipsy control of what happened next.
Frank’s hands cupped her cheeks as he moved to deepen the kiss. He stepped forward, cutting the evening’s chill as the space between them vanished. He could regret in the morning. Right now, he was focused entirely on Anna.
Anna’s arms lifted up to wrap around Frank’s neck as she let the drunken snogging deepen into something she’d be ashamed to do in public in the light of day. As she did so, the coat fell down off her shoulders, caught on the foot she had raised behind her, and dragged it toward the ground. Suddenly, cold air was hitting Anna’s shoulders, and the goosebumps along them. Ones that were already there, from the kissy reasons, not from the chill. She gave a little shiver, and pulled her mouth back away from his just enough to breathe. “...car?”
The jacket was all but forgotten as he reluctantly pulled his hands from her to reach for the keys in his pocket. “Car.” Frank agreed. He gave her one more quick kiss before turning to unlock the car. Or rather, just the back door of the car. With a roguish grin that was only slightly lopsided from drink, he opened the door with a flourish and a tip of his hat. “After you, milady.”
Anna grinned brightly and drunkenly at the quick kiss, and then followed him to the car. She gave a curtsey. “Thank you, kind Sir.” And she climbed into the car. Then settled on the cushion, turned, and reached a hand out to him, in a drunken/Anna/sexy come hither kind of way. “C’mere.”
“Yes m’am!” Frank took the hand and ducked into the car. His free hand fumbled a bit behind him before he managed to get the door closed. Once that was done, he was free to turn his full attention back on Anna. He moved forward along the seat as if tugged along by invisible strings. Frank guided her hand around his neck as he dipped down to capture her lips once again. His own parted, tongue almost politely requesting permission to further the kiss. His hands, however, waited for no such invitation to wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
Anna’s brains had turned off. She was going on gut and heart tonight, with the alcohol providing a very convincing argument confusing what’s a good idea, and what feels good. She grinned when he climbed into the car alongside her, then giggled at his hands around her waist. She kissed him again, hungrily, lifting her knee to let his hips settle in against hers, threading one of his legs between her thighs. They were close. Physically close. As close as they could get with clothes still between them.
Making out in the back seat of a car was more like something that Frank’s dream self would do. Not that he was about to complain when there was a beautiful woman in his arms. One hand slid down from her waist, following the curve of her hip down to caress her thigh through the fabric of her dress. He could feel the hunger in her kiss and it made him smile against her lips. Instead of falling into her pace, he deepened the kiss and purposefully slowed it at the same time. The sweetness that was pure Anna was better than any of the wines they had tried that night and he intended to savor every brush of skin and heady press of lips.
In a moment, Anna had to tear her mouth away from his so she could breathe. Of course, she could breathe through her nose, but in her alcohol-addled brain she forgot what her nose was for. She was all about lips and tongue and mouth and Frank’s hands on her body. Her own hand moved up and down his side, over his back, then to grip her shoulder while she kissed him hungrily, letting him slip his tongue past her lips, wherever he wanted it to go. He tasted like wine and spice.
At first, Anna didn’t even notice the knock that came on the glass window above them.
By the second knock, the sound finally registered through the haze surrounding Frank’s mind. He looked up just as the bright light of a flashlight cut through the darkness of the car and he pulled back slightly with a painful squint. Clearing his throat, he reluctantly slipped his fingers from Anna’s hair. He helped her sit up before reaching over and turning the hand-crank to manually lower the window. “Good evening, Officer.” Frank gave the police officer his best imitation of a sober smile. “Is there a problem?”
“Good evening.” The officer’s blank face said it all. Apparently this was not the man’s first time knocking on young lovers’ windows. “Is this your car, sir?”
“Yes, officer.” Well, Frank resisted the urge to straighten his shirt and sweater. He doubted it would make a difference.
“I’m going to need to see your IDs.” The flashlight moved between the two before being pulled back to show a jacket. “Is this yours, sir?”
“Oh.” There was definitely a bit of red on his ears now. Frank pulled out his wallet and handed over his ID. “Well, it certainly looks like mine.”
Frank may not have straightened his clothes, but Anna had to make sure her skirt was straight, her top covering all her bits. Not that they went flying about, but Anna had always been told to be presentable when speaking with law enforcement.
Anna went out drinking with her friends a lot. Most of the time she was with Stefan or Lexi, and they could just compel her drinks worst case. But when she went out with others, she had to have a fake ID. They weren’t entirely hard to come by, especially not for a girl who had as much money as Anna had. So her fake was practically perfect. She fumbled it from her wallet and held it out to the police officer. Luckily, it only had to make her a year older than she was.
“Oh.” Anna said, looking at the coat. “We must have dropped it, when--” but she stopped herself from saying when we lost control of our make-out session and had to come in here for some privacy...
“When we were looking for the keys.” Frank finished. “I’m afraid I dropped them.” He watched as the officer looked over each ID with his flashlight. The wine was still dulling a lot of his mental facilities, but the double jolt of adrenaline, first from the kiss, then at seeing a policeman, was doing wonders to clear his head.
It was obvious that the officer had already run the car’s plates as he did not question the car’s owner yet again. Instead, he gave the two of them one last long look before handing over the IDs. “You should take better care of your belongings, Mr. Hardy.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Frank did his best to look suitably chastised. It was a bit more difficult now that it looked like he was probably not going to get a ticket. Or have any additional questions about any alcohol that may or may not be on either of their breaths.
Anna was positively PINK as the officer checked their IDs, and looked at their faces. It was completely obvious that they were having a drunken make out session in the back of the car, and Anna was a little shy of being legal to drink. But they were both grown adults and could do what they pleased. Right?
The officer passed back over their IDs, and Anna took hers to slip back into her purse. She nodded, not saying anything else as the Officer took one last look at her.
“If you’re sure you’re all right?” He gave Anna a moment to say otherwise, which Anna thought was a bit silly.
“We’re fine. Thank you, Officer.” She said, and gave him a warm, albeit slightly sloppy, smile.
Then the officer took his leave.
Anna waited, listening to his steps outside, then turned to Frank in the darkness. “Oops?” ...okay, it was pretty funny. Hysterically funny, actually.
Frank finished rolling up the window as the officer departed, relieved to have been let off the hook, as it were. The last thing either of them needed was to make the night more memorable with a trip downtown. Sitting back against the seat, Frank looked at Anna for a long moment. Then, his eyes sparkled and her comment was met with peals of laughter.
Frank’s laugh was met with one from Anna, too. Bright, sparkling, and happy. She lifted a hand to give his arm a playful, little shove, and then ran both hands over her face. What a night. What an insane, amazing night.