Prom:Letting some hair down (Frank)

[Ellen Banks]

Once apon a time when Ellen was a young girl she heard stories about the mythical prom night which gave licence to every girl to dress up like princesses and have the most fun and exciting night of a young person’s life where a girl could dance the night away like Cinderella herself before the clock struck midnight when the most popular and pretty girl was picked out as heads and shoulders above every other girl and have bestowed apon them, a sparkling, glittering beautiful crown and the title as Queen over all her peers.


Ellen didn’t have a lot of childish fantasies her father made it a point to snuff out as many as possible but the one that endured over the years was that mythical crown, ever since her arrival into the school she always thought of herself as a queen in waiting, given her popularity and her power. Which she always naturally assumed that already had her name on it. In fact she had her prom night planned out years in advance. It was to be a magical night where all eyes were to be only on her the envy of all and her crowning moment where the entire school will be awestruck and applaud wildly when that crown went to it’s rightful owner. In Ellen Banks we love and trust.



Of course the reality was much, much different.



So far the night hasn’t exactly turned out quite the way she had hoped.



Ellen had a lot of plans and idea for how prom would go, but losing Prom queen was certainly not one of them in fact she was couldn’t be more stunned if the entire prom committee walked up on stage and individually slapped Ellen as hard as they could across the face. She had lost Prom queen as far as she was concerned the entire night was a bust



As if Ellen needed anything to compound her misery. Every few seconds her neck send bolts of pain through her body just like the doctor warned her she would if she decided to go(She had taken great pains to cover up the scars and disfiguring snitches with a quite glamorous necklace.) but for whatever reason drinking the punch helped her,in fact the more she drank the better her neck felt. Unbeknown to her previously in the night the punch bowl has been spiked with pure alcohol not that Ellen would have cared that it was. if there was one thing she needed more then anything was alcohol, but if she HAD known she was drinking alcohol maybe she wouldn’t have drank so liberally, by the forth glass she had begun to stagger somewhat side to side with a dazed little smile on her face, feeing nice and warm, feeling quite comfortable for the first time in a long while

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Losing prom princess hadn't seemed to dim Frank in the slightest. Sure, she'd been hoping to be princess because, c'mon, princess, but the girl who won was this delicate little thing that kinda looked like a fairy tale princess and was so adorable and then people who were super cool had won like Franck so Frank really couldn't be all that sad about the results. Besides, she'd brought some tiaras of her own anyway, and no soon had they announced that she hadn't won then she was popping her tiara on. She at least had to good grace to hoot and holler for the real winners, before telling everyone that she was a Lady now, since that's what you called people who weren't quite royals but had gotten super close and all. (Frank had thought long and hard about this, having gone through "duchess" and "tsarina" before deciding that she wanted to be a lady).

Said lady, dressed as she was in the frilliest, yellow gown that she had found still flounced about. She had a date, somewhere, some guy that she'd found somewhere, maybe the one who'd done the various challenges she'd set up for the whole dating thing. Frank didn't really mean to forget about him; it just sort of happened.

Oh, and she'd spiked the punch, at least three times. She kept seeing this kinda hot guy, like, dumping it out every so often, so Frank would just sneak in and give the punch a super strong dose of some super awesome alcohol she had on hand just for such an occasion. Frank even indulged herself, not that it would help. Frank had to consume truly ridiculous amounts of alcohol in order to actually feel pretty much anything, so she was getting way more out of the sugar, especially since she also had stuffed several pixie sticks in a purse attached at her waist (don't look surprised, seriously).

at last, however, Frank landed upon someone she hadn't seen in, like, weeks. "Ellen! My fellow Lay-dee!" said Frank, thrusting her hand up. she pulled another tiara out of her bag (Mary Poppins bag? Stop asking questions involving Frank and logic) and plopped it down on Ellen's head. "Ta-da! You're part of the court like me! We're two bitchin' ladies on our own! Well, I think I have a date somewhere, but I totes lost him. Do you got one? You totes do, right? A super hottie, right?" Frank grinned wide, craning her neck to look all around, completely convinced that Ellen had a hottie stashed under a table or something. Sounded about right.

[Ellen Banks]

Ok, Seriously what was in this punch bowl? Ellen was well aware that she knew that someone would try and spike the punch and she would be horrified that someone would dare poison the watering hole at HER party, This night needed to be perfect and she would not tolerate anyone messing with her night. But now? She couldn’t even begin to care. Her night was already ruined when her rightful place as queen was stolen from her. So why not let the pigs roll around in the muck and go with the flow? But this punch was…ungodly strong. It felt like some kind of atomic bomb going through Ellen’s head every time she took a mouthful leaving behind a nice warm relaxed hazy feeling with it. Ellen enjoyed it and to say the very least she appreciated how it numbed the pain of her scar, but the voice of responsibility (Growing ever fainter now) was telling her she should stop right now. You know how you get when you’re tippy Ellen it seemed to say and of course it was right Ellen would indeed stop before things got out of hand.

Right after she finished this glass…

Well, one more couldn’t hurt.

Surely two or three more wouldn’t do any harm would it?

Suddenly the quite distinctive voice of Frank Cox cut through her drunken haze as Frank suddenly just appeared by her side like magic. Ellen gave out a soft surprise gasp and stumbled back drunkly waving her arms in quite a undignified manner. Small fact about Ellen Banks; She didn’t take someone sneaking up behind her well, while most people would be mildly surprised she would scream and jump about a foot in the air. You can imagine what a pain she is with horror movies. Once Ellen finally regained her balance (Which was another thing Ellen lost when she had too much to drink, It’s almost as if the simple act of standing was beyond her making it look like she was bambi on ice.) She turned to Frank about to tell her not to do that, but her expression on her face turned to utter delight when Frank popped a tiara, a sober Ellen would question who walked around with Tiara’s in their bag but who the hell cared about that when the tiara was sooooo pretty. Ellen instantly took it off her head and hungrily inspecting with her mouth hung open in a child like look of wonder on her face. Like she was a fly utterly mesmerized by the concept of florescent light “Woooow…it’s, all like, shiny and glittery, sooo much glittery glitter”

Ellen eventually looked up from the tiara when Frank asked her a question about her date. Smiling and feeling her appreciation for Frank raise when she described her as a “super hottie” When that was obvious especially in her figure hugging long evening gown silver dress. But still she never got tired of hearing that “Huh? Date? Oh Right my date. Of course I have one; he's right over he-“ Ellen said breaking off doing an entire 360 of the room with her hand pointed groggily forward as if it was a radar before settling back on Frank “…somewhere, he’s somewhere. I think he’s wandered off with out me. Whoops-di-doodle” Ellen shrugged before clasping her gloved hands to her mouth and giggling in a very UN-Ellen Banks way

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

No, no Frank didn't think that there was anything strange going on with Ellen Banks. Again: she wasn't an idiot, she recognized that Ellen had probably had a cup or two too much of the punch that Frank had been doing her level best to keep super spiked throughout most of the night. But Frank didn't see being drunk as being "strange," especially at a party like this. Ellen was, after all, hardly the only one tipsy.

That was the joy of the spiked punch.

"I knooooooow! I got the super sparkly kinds, because ladies should be all sparkly. The queens and princesses can have the lameo tameo tiaras," said Frank, nodding and moving aside while Ellen started looking around, giving her room to spin. Naturally Frank giggled in response to Ellen's obviously light mood, having to actually resist the urge to jump forward and spring a hug on Ellen (she remembered that Ellen didn't like those).

"Yeah, I totally lost my date too," agreed Frank, looking around for a bit. "At least I think I did. I didn't really know him though. The whole kidnapping thing meant that I kinda missed the whole asking people out like normal, which is probably good, 'cuz I would've ended up with Franck or Felix or something and weren't they just adorable together? Well, I think that was Felix, I didn't get too good of a look at him or something. And did you just say whoops-di-doodle? That's so cool!" Frank did move to give Ellen a side hug, letting out a little squeal and dance. "Oh, and the whole starving thing meant I look bitching in my dress, right? You look pretty hawt yourself, lady," and of course Frank elbowed Ellen a few times, giving her wide, bawdy links with each nudge.

[Ellen Banks]

She was willing to accept that Franks tiaras were a damn shade better looking then the tiaras that were being handed out to the prom winners (Ellen still didn’t know how Frank came to have a bag full of Tiaras. Either she had bought them all, not surprising seeing as how obscenely rich she was or she had spent days hand crafted them. Again not really a surprise considering Frank’s love of arts and craft and the fact that she had far too much time on her hands) “Oh my god. The super sparkly kinds are the best kinds. Sparkles make things so much more pretty” Ellen suddenly looked up and gasped and looked at Frank with hope in her eyes “Ohhh, Can, can I keep this? I don’t have to give this back? Because this will totally be the best night in the history of ever if I can keep this. I would like never EVER take this off. EVER. I want to be buried in this crown. I mean…it’s…it’s..so pretty! Ellen paused momentary and gave off a small snort of amusement (Which if she was sober would be quite the source of embarrassment for Ellen. Her father taught her from a early age that snorting like that was most unbecoming) “Ha. Lameo tameo. That’s hysterical! They’re super lameo tameo. With their non sparkly crowns. Losers.”



By now, saying that Ellen was out of it was quite the underestimate indeed. She had well exceeded her usual alcohol limit and had let that over powering familiar warm fuzzy feeling overcome and relax her mind and body and she felt like the definition of top of the world. No worries. No cares. Just this pretty nice spaced out feeling, that made the lights in room twinkle like little stars as if to say “Hey Ellen. You go girl” She knew that at some point she would regret the things she was saying and her actions that might follow but now? She was determined to have a good time today. She could worry about the cost tomorrow.



“Sorry to hear about the whole kidnapping thingy (The next morning Ellen would be mortified that the phrase “thingy” left her educated lips) “But I get it; Hey, hey,hey hey, hey” Ellen said repeatedly as she poked a unsteady finger against Frank “hey, hey..I get it Frank. I mean…I like….i like died you know? Not like fake, or “Oh my god I’ve died of embarrassment”. No I straight up was killed and hey, hey if a dead woman could look THIS awesome in a dress. Of course you will And that dress? You’re rocking it.? you look just super duper in that dress. Like…just so pretty” and she legitimately did mean that, for someone who was starved for weeks she looked amazing and when Frank enveloped Ellen in her embrace. With only the smallest amount of hesitation. She put her own arms around Frank and gave her a tight hug right back (Another source of personal shame when Ellen sobered up) Pressing her face against her shoulder giggling all the way “I totally did! Making up words is soooo much fun. I used to do it all the time when I was a kid.” After a few prolonged seconds of hugging Ellen eventually let go suddenly pouting “I’m bored now” Ellen said puffing out her cheeks “I thought this would be worth the wait but it’s just borinnnng. And dull. Dull. Dull.Dully. Dull. God what does a girl need to do to have some fun around here…”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

As far as Frank was concerned, Christmas had come early. It had brought Hannukah, Kwanzaa, her birthday, and possibly Arbor Day right along for the ride too. Because suddenly Ellen Banks was fun! Gone was the usual yelling and talking to Frank like she was some kinda big stupid infant or something. Here to stay was the giggling and cheering and just everything so super duper awesome that Frank just couldn't contain herself. There was much dancing about and wiggling on her end. Much.

"OF COURSE YOU CAN KEEP IT!" said Frank, throwing her hands up in the air. "YOU GET A TIARA! I GET A TIARA! That guy!" she threw a tiara at a random passerby, obviously a dude, "he gets a tiara! Not everyone gets tiaras because I don't have that many, but so many tiaras!" she waved her hands then, and then grinned, hopping up and down near Ellen. Stupid lameo tameo crowns. They were definitely losers. Well, not Franck, and that Lux girl was actually pretty, and Liz and Beau were actually super nice, but all the rest of them were so lame. Sooooo laaaaaame.

The kidnapping thing was waved off, but Frank's eyes got wide as Ellen talked about the dying. "I know," she said, nodding, "our beds were next to each other, remember?" Because that was a thing that had happened. Frank nodded. "But we both look awesome in our dresses! All the boys be drooling! But who needs the boys, right? They're only good for the kissing and the sexy time stuff anyway>'

Frank nodded, and then leaned against Ellen, who was leaning back, thus making the night just that. much. more. awesome. Make up words. Worth the wait. Boring? "We should totally go out and dance!" said Frank, grabbing Ellen's hand and dragging her onto the dance floor. "We can totes, like, get our groove thing on!" Fate even cooperated, making it so that a rowdy dance tune talking about being sexy and knowing it was playing. "C'mon, get your booty shaking," said Frank, who then began dancing in a manner better suited for drunk uncles at weddings than anybody sane.

[Ellen Banks]

Why can Ellen say? She was feeling quite, god what was the word for it? Very Giddy would be the closer she can come to describing it. If Ellen was capable of logical reasoning (And if she didn’t like to pretend that the things that she did was all a bad dream of hers when she was sober) She would maybe develop the theory that Ellen constantly held her through feelings back on a day to day basis. It was like Ellen thought having fun was something to be ashamed of. She studied pretty much every day, working her fingers to the bone and on her days off she tried to catch up on her reading, or practiced some kind of routine for cheerleading. Only on the rare occasion did she always herself to go out and enjoy herself. So maybe it was akin to can of soda being shook and shook and when she drank. All that discipline and cares about maintaining an image explodes. Of course that was just a theory….

“Yayyy. You’re the best Frank” Ellen said gleefully at the news she can keep her new treasure and she had even begun to raise her arms up and down in something of a victory dance to celebration before suddenly breaking out in a whiny voice “Butttt Frrannnnk. If you give random people tiara’s then WE won’t be special, silly” Ellen said shaking her head back and forward. Just because she was drunk out of her mind didn’t mean that she was any less selfish. In fact she was maybe more selfish now that she more or less had the mindset of an eight year old


“You were?” Ellen said trying to cast her back “Oh yeah You were! Probably! Maybe. I can’t remember I’m a little wooo. If you know what I mean. Besides most of time I was drugged up to the gills with pain killer stuff so that whole time is a little woozy.” Ellen said nodding a little “Right? Right? Were smoking hot! We leave EVERY drooling. Boys are so stupid aren’t they? But why leave girls out the sexy time” (Add that easy going throw away remark to the list of Ellen’s regrets) Ellen gasped out loud like Frank had just discoursed the meaning of life, an idea so genius and intelligent that was among science greatest discovery

“Frank!...Just…Just WOW! You’re so smart we NEED to danc-“ Before Ellen could finish that sentence she was dragged on the dance floor. Now usually Ellen was quite a decent dancer, Specializing in ballet and of course when at the dance club she’s also used her dancing to lure potential victims in. But this time Ellen had little cares about looking good, all she cared about was having fun. So Ellen began dancing in a matter that made her look like she was having some kind of fit. Waving her arms in ever single direction stomping her feet barely in time with the music “I’m I doing it Frank? Is this getting my grove th-Ahh!” Ellen’s question was cut short as her feet lost grip of the floor and she was sent tumbling to the ground face first Moaning in pain Ellen slowly turned on her back rubbing her head and quietly laughing to herself “Quick tip Frank; Don’t try and dance in high heel shoes. It doesn’t end well. My head is all owie”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"They're just random tiaras, not special lady tiaras," Frank came back with deftly. It was more or less true: she'd had a few more special tiaras stashed away for people she liked best (like Ellen). It just never hurt to have a few tiaras on hand. They were like Twizzlers: you never knew when you might want one. but they'd already moved passed tiaras onto how smoking hot they were. Frank grinned wide, though she thought she dedicated just the slightest bit of sad lurking underneath Ellen's words. It might just have been Frank's mind playing tricks on her though. It just almost sounded like Ellen was upset that there weren't girls for sexy times...

... BUT DANCING. Frank squee'd and flailed around with Ellen, somehow managing not to connect with her partner. "WE  GETTIN' OUR GROOVE ON, GURRRRL!" replied Frank, rolling her hips as she dragged out the "R" sound, giggling a little. The giggled turned into a quick shriek of laughter as Ellen fell, but soon enough, Frank had dived right next to her companion.

"High heels are stupid anyway," said Frank. then, without any further encouragement, she ducked down, grabbed Ellen's shoes, undid them, and flung them into the crowd to join the tiara. "There! Now you don't have to worry--oooh, does your head hurt? Here, lemme kiss it, make it feel better," and of course Frank pulled Ellen's head close to give it a loud, slightly damp, kiss right on the crown. This was followed by several shorter, but no more quiet, smacks all over the surface, which was then soon followed by Frank stroking Ellen and cooing softly, because obviously that's how you treated head energies.

And yes, all this was still happening in the middle of the dance floor, because why move? Especially when people were already starting to stare at you (no doubt entranced by your beauty).

[Ellen Banks]

Special tiara’s for special ladies, that certainly seemed fair, Ellen quite clearly was more deserving of one of Frank’s precious special lady tiaras. After all what was Ellen Banks if not a very special lady, and Frank? Well she was a very special lady in a different sense of the word, Besides she was the one which the actual tiaras. So ha ha to anyone that disagreed with her. She supposed that, that was one of the few perks of being friends with a certifiably insane girl and it took quite a lot of booze for Ellen to EVER think of the word “Friend” and “Frank Cox” in the same sentence. If a sober Ellen ever told Frank that she thought of her as a friend (which she clearly didn’t) She was sure there would be no getting rid of her. She could practically hear her cries of victory in her head already



She was glad to hear that she was in fact getting her grove thing on. Even through what Ellen was doing wasn’t exactly what you would call dancing as such. She was just flailing her arms in time with the music no doubt looking like she was having some kind of psychotic episode and thankfully the alcohol through her system has numb any possible pain she might have felt was nulled. So if anything else the impact only caused her to laugh more.

She was most certainly enjoying herself far more then what she was not even caring that Frank fell behind her she was laughing too hard. But her laughing was cut short when Frank tossed away her shoes Ellen looked up with horror on her face, those won’t just any shoes. Those were expensive ones with yet Frank just threw them down like they were some cheap things “Frrrannnk.” Ellen started to whine “They probably cost more th-“ Ellen’s moaning was interrupted when Frank began kissing her all over her head. If Ellen was sober by this point Ellen would have punched her right in the face but now? She just giggled in vain trying to cover herself up “hahhaha Frank. Stop that tickles” and she just that choosing now to stroking her and she had to say that she found the movement soothing.. She looked up at Frank with wide eyes and in a move that if you listened closely you could hear Ellen backs from the next morning screaming at Ellen not to do via the space time continuum. Suddenly wrapped her arms around Frank with a dazed smile “You smell really good…” and with that she planted a deep kiss right on Frank’s lips

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Before I get into this post, it's important to go into a little of a segue. First, Frank Cox is straight. She likes the dudes and has not, as of the time of this particular prom, engaged in sexual liaisons with a female of any stripe or creed. It wasn't that Frank didn't like girls; they were kewl and all; she just didn't feel that tingly feeling that so often went along with the touching and the kissing and everything else involved with that part. That being said, she had, in fact, kissed girls before, usually at parties when she had been dared or there were lots of people watching or she'd gotten so wound up on the atmosphere and everything that she just couldn't help it. This was less about affection or getting turned on and more about well, just doing stuff and getting attention. Those were pretty much the words on Frank's personal crest, so, well, there you go.

Now, back to the present.

Frank waved off the whining about the shoes, mostly because they both knew they were super rich and totally could've afforded another pair of shoes if it came down to it. Plus, there was tickling and giggling and Frank was soon pulled off Ellen, grinning at her friend with a type of affection that had little to do with sex and everything to do with having positive human interaction. Arms went around Frank, and she still kept grinning.

Then Ellen dove in.

Frank's eyes went wide for a moment, but she seemed to recall Ellen having issues with kissing her friend or wanting to kiss them or something. plus, Ellen tasted pretty good, though her tongue was kinda sloppy for some reason. Frank extended her own, mostly wanting to guide Ellen's in a path that was a little less drooly. she also put her hands around Ellen, mostly wanting to support her so there would be less of the whole falling thing. All the while, Frank recalled that one song that talked about kissing girls and liking it, except Ellen didn't quite taste like cherries, more darker or something, and neither of them really had boyfriends, so there was that too. But they were definitely kissing, which was kinda different. Frank wasn't going to push Ellen away though; you didn't do that with your friends. you just let them, well, do this.

Especially if you were Frank.

[Ellen Banks]

It should be noted that Ellen had no romantic feelings toward Frank whatsoever. However a side effect of her drunken state was that Ellen was a lot more…ummm affectionate then usual. She didn’t see any kind of ramification or implications to her actions. Making out was just fun, nothing more and nothing less. It was almost seemed to be a game to Ellen to see how many people both male and female throats she could stick her tongue down. It was just another way for Ellen to search for her elusive “fun” That she so craved.

Ellen had always regretted the things she did whenever she got like this and preferred to pretend like they never happened. Much like many people after drinking and if needs be she would need to wipe the memories of a few eyewitnesses then so be it. But for the first time the next morning when Ellen recalls this incident she wishes she was able to wipe her own memory but nothing. Nothing could possibly match up to the humiliation she will feel the next morning learning that she had swapped sweat with the most irritating girl in the school. (Not to mention she would spend many hours the next day brushing her teeth and gargling mouthwash in an attempt to wipe the taste out of her mouth) Ellen wanted love nothing more then to have Frank stop following her around like a hyperactive kitten thinking that they were some kind of friends and Ellen was constantly trying to tell her softy but firmly that Ellen wanted nothing to with Frank. At all. So she would imagine this incident would only make Frank more clingy to Ellen then ever.

But for now those cares were for the next morning, for now Ellen was just enjying the fact that Tasted like a combination of chocolate and candy canes. Which was probably a side effect of all the candy she ate. The Taste was…not unpleasant. Eventually Ellen broke out from the kiss giggling lightly as if she just pulled off somekind of prank “Oh god. The look on your face. Priceless” Ellen laughed briefly letting Frank support her head “God. I’m bored again….Why is the room all spinny?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, I'm not the one making out with one of my bffs. Well, technically I am,' Frank paused to ponder this, tapping her recently used lips with a finger, even adding a few "hmms" for good measure. She didn't seem to mind the whole kissing thing or the invasion of privacy thing or anything about the whole thing. Why would she? The look comment did have her giggling a while, but she'd felt the need to point it out.

"That's because you're all light headed 'cuz I'm an awesome kisser," said Frank, nodding and looking to Ellen. The other girl did seem more than a little out of it. Generally speaking, Frank liked to stick around at a party until she had to be dragged out. Plus, she totally had a date around here somewhere. But this was one of her bestest best friends ever, and it was clear that Ellen wasn't feeling right (you could tell by the whole kissing thing, if you knew how).

"Maybe we should get you some food," said Frank. She tossed an arm around Ellen and helped her up. "That might help with the whole spinny thing. It usually helps me," she would work till she got Ellen to her feet, and from there it would be wobble toward the table time. Frank hummed as she moved.

"That's right, Ellen Banks coming through!" she announced, waving her hand and clearing a path. "Clear a path!" because obviously that needed to be said too, apparently. "Oh, and Frank Cox totally moving with her. And if anyone's seen my date, like around here, somewhere," Frank gestured and then turned to look, "tell him I've gotta girlfriend emergency. He'll totally understand."

There would be some nodding then, which would continue until Frank actually stepping her dress and started to wobble for a bit. She gripped Ellen to try and stabilize which, well, might not work out the best for them.

[Ellen Banks]

Well that was fun, In terms of drunken making out sessions Frank wasn’t half bad. It was a shock that Frank knew how to kiss, seeming as Frank didn’t strike her as the “Romantic” type. Ellen couldn’t see her as the type that can handle a relationship. Not to say that she was unattractive…Ellen saw some kind of…freakious appeal that one could see in Frank Cox…but she was just so childlike, Ellen wasn’t even sure if she was aware of the “birds and the bees” let only knowing what to do with a boy if she got one. Her idea of a wild date much have sharing milk and cookies with someone before holding hands. Personally the idea of Frank getting intimate with anyone was nightmare inducing to say the very least. Still, if someone found the idea of a hyperactive girl with the mental age of about three was appealing to someone then who was Ellen to argue? Each to their own. “I’m you’re bestest friend, Silly” Ellen slurred adding to the list of things she would be embarrassed about the next day seeing as the booze seemed to have the added side effect of having a sense of fondness for Miss. Cox’s “You’re so fun! Can we hang out…like..like all the time? Every single day. Oh, Oh. I know! I NEED to give you my phone number I have yours but you don’t have mine. That way we can talk to each other all the time! Yayy…”

“Oh wow! They have food here!” Ellen gasped as if the mere idea of having food at Prom was a revolutionary concept and even as the worlds spilled out she could feel her stomach start to growl. “ Oh Man. Food sounds so good right about now…Do they have Pizza? Oh my god. I would kill for some margarita right about now.” Chocolate and sweet and generally fatty foods were a rarity in the Banks house if it was ever allowed however Big Phil had a soft spot for Pizza so that was something Ellen was permitted to have and that was her go to snack of choice, her head loped side to side just a little as Frank eventually picked her up causing Ellen to stumble back and forward trying to keep her balance looking like she was Bambi trying to keep her footing on ice . Gesturing to Frank with one thing muttering “ I got it…I got this” before letting Frank help keep her steady.

“Yup, that’s right everyone out of my way ‘cause I’m wasted and I’m about to get Pizza! Woop! Woop!” Ellen said with one hand wrapped around Frank she raised her up her free hand in a “Rising the roof” motion before looking curiously about to ask Frank what exactly these girl problems were. There were no problems here she was just was having fun so what possible reason could there be for trouble? Ellen was about to ask about Franks odd of choice of words when Franks pushing and stumbled causing Ellen to lose her balance and stumble forward ungainly unable to maintain her footing and in her heels she was shot forward trying in vain to maintain her balance she reached out and grasped the first thing she could find which unfortunately happened to be one of the glass ornaments on the table top. Which Ellen watched in horror as the glass slowly began to tip over and fall to the floor shattering into what seemed like a million pieces. “Oh crap…” Whispered as she just stared at the destroyed ornament only to see a teacher aroused by the noise move towards the scene. Thinking quickly Ellen grabbed Frank hand and made for the door. “We have to go…like now”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Yay, bestest friends forever!" said Frank, even more thrilled with how the night was going. She had no doubts that she'd be getting Ellen's phone number and that this would be a turning point. Finally all the loving and spreading of friendship had gotten to Ellen, and she'd be converted onto the side of goodness and light, just like in all the best cartoons.

Of course, they had to get to food first. "No pizza, I don't think," said Frank, looking over at the table with an expert's eye, "probably too fatty or sloppy or something. Looks like lots of finger sandwiches and some cookies and--nope, no margarita," Frank giggled, looking over at Ellen. "They probably wouldn't have the alcohol out for everyone to see. Bad juju or something," Frank gave Ellen a one-armed hug then, which would also help with the whole effort of keeping the other girl steady so they could walk forward. This was apparently needed, since Ellen admitted to being wasted and wanting pizza.

Frank could definitely make pizza appear in a hurry: she had a few of the local places on speed dial and that wasn't considering the nearby ones she could get to literally helicopter her an emergency pie over at the slightest bit. Frank moved to help Ellen, only to find her friend diving. Frank let out a cry of dismay and  then started giggling as she watched the thing fall and shatter. Frank's first instinct wasn't to go to the thing though, but instead to move to Ellen, looking her over.

"You're okay, right? 'cuz getting cut would suck and--what?" Frank was already being dragged to the door, so apparently Ellen hadn't gotten all that beat up. "We're both, like, stupidly rich. What are they gonna do if we break something? Talk at us real sternly? 'you shouldn't break things,'" Frank spoke in a decent imitation of Guy Legrange's voice, complete with wagging finger, "buuut if we're gonna get pizza or something we're gonna need to get outta here anyway. I know a few places that'll totally deliver, or I can get the special helicopter delivery system that I sometimes use, but that's, like, for super food emergencies," Frank nodded solemnly, as if super food emergencies were totally common.

[Ellen Banks]

“Bestest friends forever” and with two words and one madeup one any hope that Frank might leave Ellen alone all but evaporated, she was sure in her mind that sealed the fact that Frank and her were not only friends but they were closed friends and that Ellen was as fond of her as she clearly was of Ellen. She had tried several times to get rid of the virus in her life known as Frank Cox. Now thanks to Ellen’s drunken impulsiveness Frank was here to stay. But for now, she didn’t care about the adverse ramifications of her actions (Even if it did occur to her in this state she wouldn’t really care. After all Frank was fun! Why couldn’t they be best friends)

“But..But Frankkkkk” Ellen whined you don’t understand. If were caught were…” Ellen looked around her for a second as if afraid someone would hear her and leaned in and whispered in Frank’s ear as if what she was about to say was some kind of a dirty word “In trouble! I’m never in trouble Frank…at least not officially, and especially for destruction of property. Oh, Daddy will be so angry if he finds out” If there was no thing about Ellen banks that’s apparent it’s that she was no saint and that she was more then willing to break the rules to get what she wanted. But she always managed to do so discretely…but, The banks had a way of…exaggerating any wrong doing that their children might do.Taking a cookie without permission was stealing, Fighting between siblings was assault and breaking something valuable was destroying property. She had never been caught doing something wrong. She always tried to maintain her imagine as a perfect highschooler. If she was caught she could be sent to detention. Her! And then her dad would find out and that certainly wouldn’t be go for anyone. “Come on Frank we have to run before someone sees us” Ellen said as she continued to drag Frank with her. Until finally they were both outside the door.

“Food in there sucks anyway. God…Finger food? Whose idea was that?” Ellen moaned somehow forgetting that she herself was on the prom committee and she herself was about of the decision making process on food. Damn, she would kill for some Pizza. Or a hot dog. Or French fries. Or something like that. “Really?! you get your own delivery service?! Gah, you’re so lucky Frank. Your parents sound so cool. Mine are like “Eat your vegetables Ellen and If you eat like a pig you’ll act like a pig” Ellen groaned rolling her eyes “They're so boring….Don’t tell them I said ok?” Ellen said her happy drunken state vanishing suddenly fearful trying to cover herself up from the cold of the night air, suddenly an idea occurred to her. “Frank! You know what we should do? We should order like a lot of food…like…like A lot! And we can have like a totally cool feast in our room it’ll be like the world’s greatest slummer party. We can eat pizza. Give each make overs. The whole nine yards. What do you think? It’s a great idea right? It’s totally a great idea