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You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
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House Warming; Frankie & Aguirre
Topic Started: Friday, 31. May 2013, 14:41 (639 Views)
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Frankie locked up her apartment with a dull sense of sadness. Sure the flat itself was a piece of shit, but she'd been living here since she moved out of her uncle's place three years ago. Looking at it though was more painful now then realizing she would probably never live here again. Now it went from being the shitty little flat she'd claimed as her own to an empty skeleton of itself the only sign she'd ever lived there the scuffs of her old loveseat that she'd sold dirt cheap two days prior, and the marks the heavy punching bag had left when she'd taken it down and had it taken over to a storage unit until she got a place a bit more permanent than her stay with Aguirre.

She sighed and pulled her sling pack onto her back and grabbed the last cardboard box of stuff and locked up. She jogged down the steps and began making her way to Aguirre's where the guy she'd traded her couch for his services to move her mattress was already waiting.

She arrived at the apartment building and helped the guy move the mattress upstairs before knocking at the door. "Aguirre! It's me, Frankie!"
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Ever since leaving the coffee shop after meeting Frankie, she had had a smile on her face--which wasn't normal. Smiles weren't something that she made a habit of unless she was trying really hard to be polite. Usually the look that she wore spoke more of contentedness--apathy even--to what was going on around her. However, Aguirre was incredibly excited to have a house mate, especially such a genuinely cool one, even if it was only for a little while. She had been looking for younger kindred to spend time with, and now, through helping her out, she had found one that would probably be around quite often.

The fact that someone else was moving in, however, had made her really self conscious about her small apartment. She had gone on the train that night with a smile, but upon arriving home, she realized it was a mess. It was dusty, dirty, and smelt of men's jackets and stale brandy. There were even fruit flies from the oranges she kept in case she made her own sidecar at home, which was quite often, but they did hover over the ones she had already used. The keyboard of her computer was covered in old fingerprints, the screen looked like a rag had never touched it, and the books on her shelves weren't alphabetized. The house would need to be completely overhauled before it was livable.

She had worked on it for a couple nights and during the day before Frankie had arrived, sanitizing and organizing and all kinds of different "izing"s before she felt it was clean enough for her not to be embarrassed. She had moved her bed all the way into the far corner of the room, with the couch sitting at the end of it, and the desk acting as an end table. The kitchen counter was still in the way, sort of, but that wasn't a big deal because there would still be plenty of room for them to walk around each other if they needed to without waking one another up. She had even gotten headphones should she need to use the computer while Frankie rested.

It was as Aguirre was putting the finishing touches on the place(cleaning the bathroom, putting away the rest of the books, making her own bed) that she heard a knock on the door--which was phenomenal, because she had been blasting Tool while scrubbing down the shower with a bleach concoction. She washed her hands of the bleach and ran to open the door without realizing she was still in a pair of old cut off shorts and bleach-stained black tank top that she always used for cleaning. She had her hair pulled away from her face in a loose bun, not anywhere near as dressed up as she had been when she met Frankie at the crossing cafe. The music flowed loudly out the door as she opened it, because she had also forgotten to turn it down.

She gave a friendly smile as she said, "Hey! Sorry it took a second, please come in!"

The smell of lemon scented cleaner and bleach rolled through the apartment in waves, and would almost definitely be found on the older woman as well.

"Do you want some help with the mattress?"
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Frankie smiled at the sight of her new found friend standing in her doorway wearing cut offs and a stained black tank. She looked over at her bed sitting in the hall and shrugged, "Yeah let's move it in I guess. Just let me set this down." She slipped by the Texan and sat the box on the couch and went back and helped Aguirre move the mattress into the apartment. When she'd sat it down in the space Aguirre had cleared she immediately went to the box she'd carried in and removed the bed sheets folded inside and began making the bed and when the sheets were on the bed she went back to the box and pulled out two things, one a pillow that she promptly tossed onto the mattress and the other a bottle of Jack Daniels.

She folded up the empty box and opened her bag and pulled out an old misfits shirt and carefully set it on the desk next to her. She smiled up at Aguirre and informed her as she unrolled the shirt and removed the pair of shot glasses with celtic knots printed on them and her flask from its cushioning protection, "I hardly ever drink or smoke, but..." She grinned as she used the shirt to give the glasses one last wipe and stood. She shrugged off her jacket standing in only an old white tank that showed of the tattoos on the fronts of her shoulders up her neck and meeting to thread down her back, "I think the start of a new chapter for both of us is worth a celebratory shot and a smoke, don't you?"

She sat her flask of blue blood quality vitae next to the glasses and opened the bottle of Jack. She filled one of the glasses with 3/4 of the high quality blood and topped it with Jack moving so Aguirre could pour her own if she wanted to. She sat down on the couch and pulled a pack of marlboros and a lighter from her bag and sat them in front of her. She lifted the glass and smiled, "To us."
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Recent nights had given the Baron nothing but stress and bullshit to deal with, and this night, goddamn it, she'd have some fucking fun. Nora was determined of this when word had passed her ear that Frankie was getting all buddy buddy with another Brujah of their flock she hadn't quite made herself familiar with. Her encounters with Aguirre were brief at best, and Frankie wasn't on much thicker ice as far as relationships went, but for the sake of having a good time, she knocked on this stranger's door with no fear.

She pressed her ear to the door and listened with baited breath and a shit eating grin, already spun out of her mind but craving more. She had brought a man with her, admittedly probably only two or three years older then what she looked to be and she didn't even know his name. only that he was twacked out of his mind and willing to overdose if it meant getting some more action. While humanity normally did a pretty good job of being her voice of reason, that weight on her shoulder was strangely missing this night; perhaps that meant she had the green light to get as high as a kite? Regardless of what was going on on the other side of this door, she knew Frankie was good at keeping her mouth shut, and Aguirre... Well, she'd learn how to follow suit if she didn't already.

Nora leaned against the door, giggling and looking to the young addict that lingered behind her, kissing the hand he held as she beat on the door again, "Ohhhhh Fraaankieeeee, where arrrre you?" She crooned in a sing-song voice, another fit of strangely girlish giggles racking her body, "I heard there's a party toniiiiight, and guess who brought party favors!"
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The woman was very excited, especially as Frankie immediately put her things in order; She knew from experience that if one put off their packing, they didn't feel comfortable or didn't intend to stick around for very long, but when one unpacked immediately it was because they were content, even pleased, with their knew arrangements. It was a good sign. It meant that she was probably neat as well, but that was more of an added bonus than a requirement. If the need happened to arise and the house needed a good scrub, she didn't mind doing it. Cleaning was refreshing.

She smiled pleasantly as Frankie broke out a couple glasses and liberated her flask from it's hiding place; she had always liked the design of Celtic knots, and it made her curious about the pink-crested girl's heritage. She would have to ask later when everything was settled. For now, though, she poured a single's worth of Jack into her glass, though left the blood where it stood; she could partake in something she could pay back, but a flask of quality blood was generally somewhat hard to come by, and she had a very difficult time taking things she could not return in full.

Frankie's tattoos were interesting; the willowy woman had always wanted one, but nothing of real importance had ever really called out to her, and that was a condition of getting anything permanently inked into her skin. Even her family had, at this point, lost meaning. She hadn't seen them since leaving the States for college, and as far as they were concerned, she was dead--so the subject of whatever she did choose to paint herself with would have to have an incredibly significant background. She admired people that would be daring enough to cover themselves like so much canvas, especially when they would have to live with what they had chosen for eternity (or until tattoos could be removed without scarring).

As Frankie raised her glass for a toast, Aguirre clinked her own against it carefully; she didn't want to break her new roommate's things quite yet, and if at all possible would avoid breaking things in general, but she wasn't exactly graceful--that was something Frankie would probably learn all too quickly.

"To us!" she echoed excitedly, and continued, "And to the pursuit of not pissing each other off."

She chuckled jokingly and threw her head back, knocking out the shot, and setting the glass down on the desk behind her. It was as she wiped the excess away with the knuckle of her thumb that she heard rapping on the door, to which she raised a brow in the direction as she turned to answer; she didn't usually get visitors. It must have been a friend of Frankie's.

As she neared the door, she heard a feminine voice from the other side.

"Ohhhhh Fraaankieeeee, where arrrre you? I heard there's a party toniiiiight, and guess who brought party favors!"

She didn't immediately recognize the voice and nearly jumped out of her skin as she opened the door to see Nora and the somewhat listless face of a man she didn't know. Aguirre had no idea that the Baroness knew where she resided.

"Oh, N-Nora! Uh, fancy seeing you here.. I didn't know you were familiar with my apartment..Please, come in, make yourself comfortable!" Her greeting went from shakily confident to small and anxious in the span of about five seconds, and she moved out of the way, holding the door open for her guests. She was happy she had chosen to clean the apartment in the wake of the unexpected visit.
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Frankie cringed at the Jack in her shot and stiffened as it went down, her body seemed to be a bit weary of certain liquids still, alcohol being one of them. She quickly reached forward for the flask and took a swig of the blood hoping to keep it down. She supposed it wouldn't stay down because she didn't have a good tolerance of it as a mortal. She put a hand over her mouth and held up a hand to Aguirre as she set her shot glass on the desk and went towards the open bathroom door, and shut herself inside.

The bathroom itself still reeked of bleach, but Frankie hardly noticed as she vomited whiskey and blood into the toilet bowl. She frowned and leaned her head against the cool porcelain, Note to self: FUCK. DRINKING.

She stood after her twisting stomach had settled and quickly flushed away the evidence of her youth and inexperience with a grimace. She turned to the sink and quickly washed away the blood on her lips. She rubbed at her neck as she stepped back into the main room of the apartment. She looked over at the door as she saw Nora and scooped up her flask, cigarettes, and lighter as she headed over to the small window and cracked it open. She took quick gulps from the flask and licked at her lips, "What are you doing here Nora?"

She took out a cigarette setting it between her lips as she lit it. She glanced over just noticing the twacked out guy with her. She sighed and shook her head as she noticed Aguirre shrinking away from Nora at a fast pace. She beckoned the Texan to her hoping being near a familiar face would taper down her anxiety in the face of the infamous Rage Face. Frankie stood up after beating some of the ashes off the end of her cigarette and glared at the Baron, "This isn't a party, Nora, and I told you that I wasn't available to do work tonight, but I heard there's some kinda sick rave or some shit near the industrial area in Brent, so why don't you walk your happy ass over there?"

Frankie hoped she'd grab the bait so she could spend the night as she'd planned, settling in with Aguirre, getting to know each other better. However, some part of her doubted that Nora would walk herself and her traveling coke sack out even with the possibility of some more drugged up humans cramped into a building that radiated an aura of drugs, sex, and loud music.
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"I didn't." She answered rather matter-of-factly as she stepped inside the rather cramped apartment and drug her flavor of the night in with her. She smiled to Aguirre sweetly, almost too sweet, as the Southerner shrunk away from her. Frankie stomped into the room looking all cranky and out of sorts as she propped the window open and lit a cigarette, demanding motives and being an all around buzz kill. Nora scoffed, sounding hurt, "Jesus, what kind of house guest do you take me for? I'm not here on business. Tonight, I'm all about pleasure!" She beamed and looked towards Aguirre, "I've got a sharp nose, and people talk. You thought nobody'd notice you two shacking up? It's not that big of deal, we just like to keep tabs on our own is all..."

Nora peered at Frankie's thin, wiry figure as she leaned against the wall and flicked her cigarette out the open window and smirked, "You really aren't taking this dumpster baby status very well, now are you?" She asked sardonically. Vinnie's sudden departure had taken it's toll on everyone, but no one was surely as effected as Frankie was. She wasn't sure what to do with the baby Brujah, as Vasili'd gone on a mad rampage and forced himself into exile less then three weeks ago. She couldn't think of another of Frankie's blood that could take up the role of step Sire.

"Anyways, I can smell a shindig worth being at from a mile away. Figured I'd spend this evening making rounds and checking up on my pretties, and get fuckin' blitzed in the process!" She practically squealed as she pulled the man she'd strung along with her to the sofa and pushed him down, "He's high as a kite and yummy as hell! Wanna get spun? Go ahead! Taste him!" She grinned and stepped back, opening the invitation to the two other brutes in the room.
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She hadn't noticed when Frankie had run to the lou--which was unfortunate, not only because she felt like a bad hostess for not realizing the girl was going to be sick, but also because she might have waited to answer the door to save herself from what was a very uncomfortable encounter. It made her feel much better when the youth had come back, and she could smell tobacco. That was most certainly a welcome odor.

A smoke. I could really use one of those.

Aguirre didn't need to be beckoned to indulge in one of her favorite habits; she felt her back left pocket--wrong--then her back right, pulling out a thin cigarette case and stepped toward the barely person-sized sliding window. Directly outside was an old fire escape which tenants of the building were prohibited to use unless it was an emergency, but she liked to spend the cold nights leaning against the blackened bars with a book and the little cigarette tin. It would be rude, however, to withdraw to her hiding spot with company over, and she followed Frankie's lead as she popped open the small chromed box and pulled out a Black clove; a carton of which she had bought as a special occasion to celebrate Frankie's arrival, much better than her home-rolled butts. She removed a small butane lighter with a tiny depiction of Tommy Chong on it out of her pocket and lit her clove, drawing in deeply, relaxing slightly as the sweet aroma of the cigarette drifted up and out the window.

It wasn't that the anxious southerner didn't want Nora at her home, because in reality, she would have enjoyed the chance to speak to the asperous woman, or at least listen to her speak; she admired the way Nora told it how it was and never gave a single shit if it hurt someone's feelings or not. However, she couldn't get over her fear of the Baroness and the intimidation she felt when she was within even ten feet of her. Being in the same small apartment with her was like blitzkrieg on her nerves, which was frustrating; she had an innate fear of people that drove her batty, especially people in a position of power.

"You really aren't taking this dumpster baby status very well, now are you?"

This made her glance in Nora's direction, feeling that this was a bit of a touchy subject, but was not so inclined to express her opinion; Frankie could obviously handle herself better than Aguirre could, and if she was upset by the comment, she would say so.

Nora talked about shindigs and getting blitzed as she pushed her toy onto the squishy couch, which brought back some unpleasant memories and a sour taste in her mouth; mind-altering substances had always put her in a bad place. Every trip was a bad trip unless it was laced with acid, and that shit was stored in your spinal fluid forever, whether you were kine or kindred.

"My mind doesn't react very well to anything but percs and booze anymore... Thank you anyway ma'am", she said politely. The word 'ma'am' extend into two syllables, something more like 'mayum'.

Aguirre didn't want to be rude though--the baroness was being friendly, it was unfair of her not to return the favor. She turned to smile at the other woman, continuing, "I got a bottle of the sweetest wine you ever tasted, though. Want a glass?"

It was one thing to be an anxious mess, but to be a buzz kill was unacceptable. She didn't want to make a bad impression.
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Nora shrugged and sat down beside the mortal, looking to Frankie still stooped beside the window, "Do you give in easily to peer pressure?" She let the question hang in the air awkwardly before brushing it off and shaking her head as she lifted his wrist towards her face, "Whatever." She said she gently bit down into his fleshy forearm and sucked slowly, as if she were casually drinking soda through a straw. His blood was dangerous in the sense that she couldn't guarantee he'd be walking out of this apartment the same way he came in. Not that she really cared though. She was pleased as punch for the time being though.

Aguirre politely offered her an alternative, and she sensed the discomfort she'd brought upon the young woman. Nora's smile was bright when she lowered the wrist she was suckling from, her lips stained with his preciously laced blood, "Of course! Thank you for offering, love. I think it'll compliment his essence nicely." Her tone was enthusiastic as she continued lazily feeding from him, stretching this out as long as she possibly could.

The dead dumpster baby sure was being quiet though... "Say, little bird, what's got your feathers in such a ruffle? Pissy and secretly sad doesn't suit you well."
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Frankie smoked out her first cigarette and stubbed it out when it was gone. She hadn't been giving much mind to what they were talking about and only perked when she heard Nora call her that. She knew it was true. She'd been a dumpster baby were entire life. Her father left her and her mother resented her, she thought it was different now, but it wasn't. The only person she thought she'd been able to trust was her uncle, but he was so irresponsible and the only good that had ever come out of it was her new found roommate.

Her mind clouded with angry and she turned her head and meet Nora's gaze, "FUCK YOU RAGE FACE!"

She held her eyes for a few moments and then turned completely around her back to the rest of the room as she lit another cigarette and fell back into her own thoughts. Against her own control she felt her eyes water and spill over. She reached up a careless hand to brush away the tears and looked down at the pinkish tears. The more she cried the bloodier the tears became, and although Vinnie had told her this would happen it had been terrifying to see her weakness now physically show itself. The blood diluting her tears was like a wound that reflected her pain inside.

She felt the feeling shroud her and press down, suffocating her. It was completely unconscious when she felt it begin to spread like a storm cloud filling the room with the pain and encompassing depression that she was feeling. Some small part of her subconsciously didn't want to subject Aguirre to this feeling, but she did want her know what she couldn't express in words. Nora though, she just wanted to ruin her stupid party. Frankie had been having fun, enjoying just being around someone that wasn't Nora and Espen, until that cokehead had sauntered into the room with her stupid blood bag.

She didn't wipe at the blood on her face just let it dry in ugly marring blood trails on her pale cheeks. She let it swallow her up again and didn't twitch a muscle as the cloud settled over the room and its inhabitants. She didn't even notice as her cigarette burned away completely.
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Aguirre was relieved when Nora had accepted her offer on a glass of wine; it wasn't that she was uncomfortable with feeding, because she wasn't. What actually made her uncomfortable was feeding in front of people. Even other kindred. It made her feel like she was in a cafeteria full of people watching her eat. Not to mention that other kindred, should they know her soft spot for her prey under normal circumstances, would think she was off in some way. She was just entering the kindred community as it were, she didn't want to be ridiculed for her habits immediately.

The southern woman walked around the island separating the main room of the small studio apartment into the kitchen area, retrieving the wine of which she had spoken from one of the cabinets as well as two crystal glasses. She didn't usually share this wine because it was something she ordered specially from back home, but it was a special occasion; that, and she really wanted to break some of the tension in the room. That hope was immediately shattered, though, as the Baroness pushed Frankie's buttons again. She was probably trying to make the girl feel better in her own way, but it wasn't helping; it was only making the girl upset when she was clearly already addled about having been evicted from her previous place of living. As the pink crested girl shouted at her Gangrel guest, Aguirre quickly filled the two wine glasses with the sweet, red liquid and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge for Frankie since she had been sick before.

"Alright now y'all, let's take this down a notch, there's no reason to be makin' each other upset."

The woman had put in her two cents, but done so quietly--Nora was still terrifying, and she didn't want to get in the middle. She just didn't want to see them argue on what should have been an enjoyable night. She handed Frankie the cold water bottle on her way to Nora and her toy, setting the baroness's wine down on the end table beside the small love seat.

She suggested, somewhat timidly,"Maybe we should go out some place?"
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Frankie looked over her shoulder at the Texan and took the water with a frown and gave a small whispered thank you to her. She flicked the cigarette out the window having just noticed it was completely burnt away. She brushed away the ashes and bowed her head as she looked out into the cool night air. She opened the bottle splashing some of the cool liquid into her hand and washing away her tears and moved to sit on her bed, "No reason?"

She shook her head, "I was having a good time until she got here. God for once I just didn't want my night to be thinking about the fact that my sire, the guy I thought I could trust? Abandoned me just like the everyone does!" She pulled her legs to her chest.

Frankie heard Aguirre's suggestion and she knew that staying inside wallowing wasn't helping her. A punching bag would help... She thought, but she doubted the Texan would want to go to 24 hour gym so she could watch the punk punch out the abandonment issues and regain her confidence even if it would only last until the next stresser hit. Running would help too, but she tended to leave people behind when she ran for work and to work off stress. She gave a small shrug to Aguirre and rested her forehead against the coolness of the plastic bottle.
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Nora simply laughed at Frankie's little outburst, continuing to suckle from her blood doll's wrist lazily as she watched the baby Brujah brood and cave in on herself. She remembered feeling that way once; abandoned, lost, and alone. It wasn't a fun time in her unlife, but she had to have done something right to be here and now. She studied Frankie like damaged goods, taking every aspect of her wounded psyche into consideration as she languidly licked the flesh that she'd been feeding from and healed the wounds she herself had inflicted on the spun-out mortal she brought along for the ride. Let it drop to his side, she rose to her feet and drifted to Frankie, her face calm and expressionless, "You've got his fire in you now." She said this carefully, standing before the skinny little brat with pink hair and looking her up and down, "You judge people too carelessly, Frankie. You may be my runner during business hours, but your also the progeny of someone I hold very near and dear to me. I don't know what happened to Vinnie, and may never find out either, but he left you here for a reason."

Her hands that were propped on her ample hips fell as she took the glass Aguirre had offered her, taking a sip and licking her lips, "Damn girl, that's dangerous shit. Where'd you pick this up from?" She smiled to Aguirre before downing the rest of it and setting the glass down, turning her attention back to the punkass kid in front of her, "When you and Kaz, my childe, met for the first time, we were really introducing the other to our prospects. Before you even got there, we'd agreed to look after the other's baby whenever need be. Had I pulled a Houdini like he did, he'd be doing the same thing for Kaz that I'm doing for you. I've been watching out for you, Frankie. Make no mistake of that. There's a lot more to me then my pretty Rage Face." She smiled sweetly to the girl and lifted her chin, wiping the wayward bloody tear that had fallen away with her thumb, "You stick with your own, and you'll be just fine. I can't help you much there. We've got different blood, you and I." She let her words die as they hung in the air and she finally gave the girl space.

Drifting back to the sofa, Nora settled down once more and used her mortal blood bag as a pillow while letting ideas roll around in her head, "We could go skinny dipping in the Thames? Or maybe we could scale the Axe. I'm sure Prince Hamilton would love nothing more." She giggled and laid back, resting her head against the warm pillow's chest.
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Frankie sat completely still for a second and absorbed Nora's words. Some part of her knew deep down that Nora was looking out for her, that she would help her if she could, that's probably why she'd been hired to keep running blood for her when Frankie's income died. There were easier ways to get a hold of this shit, hell it was sitting on the couch a few steps away!

Frankie stiffened when Nora wiped away the tear, it was uncomfortable, unwelcome, but she couldn't lash out for that reason, she'd seen that Nora could be a very maternal personality before, and she wouldn't know how the punk felt about those little gestures that seemed so distinctly like something a mother would do. The anger had burned out as she listened and now it had been replaced with the numb confusion that surrounding her feelings towards so many people. She'd gotten lucky with Aguirre; found someone that she could hang out with that wasn't tainted by the memory of yet another abandonment.

Her eyes drifted up as she heard the mention of skinny dipping or doing a bit of free climbing. Her eyes drifted over to her sling backpack that carried her running lockbox and she'd used to carry some of her more breakable items, like her shotglasses. She tilted her head in thought, "The Axe, like the giant glass office that the Cams fitted for daytime Princely shit?" She stood up and shuffled through the bag for a second, "Damn, I think I'm out..."

She turned a wide 'cat that ate the canary' grin on her face as mischievous thoughts seemed to cloud out the hailstorm of other emotions in her head, "We'd have to hit up a hardware store something, but I've got an idea concerning the Axe."
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The exchange between Frankie and Nora was something she would not have expected--from either of them, actually. It was odd to her to see two people she didn't know very well correspond in such a way, but she would never say anything about it; she didn't want to kill the mood or make them feel bad. Besides, Aguirre knew that she was a very uncomfortable person and preferred to keep that fact to herself. She would be uncomfortable under the surface while sipping on the wine that reminded her so much of home.

It was a relief when they were on to a new topic. Skinny dipping didn't sound like a particularly enjoyable idea, of course, but it was better to speculate and possibly compromise than to immediately shoot down ideas. Though, as Frankie turned from her lock box with an alarmingly mischievous grin on her face, talking about the Axe and the hardware store, one brow cocked in addition to the questioning expression she wore. She didn't want to get cut up by some angry politician for doing something stupid.

She didn't want to kill the fun either, though, especially since this had seemed to take the other kindred's minds off of what they had been formerly arguing about. Maybe it was worth it to get out and do something ridiculous if it made Nora and Frankie (especially Frankie) feel better.

The Brujah cocked her head to the side, the bun on her head falling slightly with gravity. She asked in a cautious tone, "What, exactly, do we need to get from the hardware store?"
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