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[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa sighed and let her body fall against the fence. She shouldn't be this exhausted but, well, this whole move in celebration thing was taking more out of her than she cared to admit. There had been countless events to organize and herding the various clubs was proving to be about as easy as herding kittens. Most of the photographers were artists; the helping hands were chatty as hell; the home ec club had apparently put out some experimental treats; and Elsa didn't even want to think about what Frank Cox or Jack McCarthy were doing right now. She just hoped that the cat was keeping eye one or both of them.

The Bellefonte ran her hands down her dress, smoothing it out slightly. She felt something that she'd strapped on under said dress too, where some might store a gun or some money. She worked her fingers, pulling the flask out to study it. She also knew that there were several storage places around her for other booze. Since the reception area was so commonly used for parties and often left alone, it made a perfect storing ground for people's ill-gotten goods.

But Elsa didn't need much. She really didn't need the flask, not really. But it couldn't hurt, right? She unscrewed the top of it, and then tilted it back, taking a shot. It was then that she felt someone standing nearby, and she wasn't certain how long they'd been there. She lowered it, sent her mind out, and caught the familiar thought patterns.

"Oh, it's you," she said, licking her lips and closing her eyes, pretending like she hadn't just felt the warming effects of the expensive alcohol running into her system already.

Ellen Banks

[Ellen Banks]

...People, you would think they'ed get the message by now that Ellen was not a people person, she didn't like them and they certainly didn't like her. Which was find considering the fact that Ellen wanted nothing whatsoever to do with them.

Yet here she was in charge of shepherding the new people around the school.

Urg. Shoot her in the neck again why don't you? It wasn't half as painful as this happened to be

Ellen had just a few rules, don't talk. No questions and can get this tour over with quickly but oh no, she was bombarded with questions by timid little children, asking where things are or how things work Ellen just snapped at them when they did. Did they not have eyes? Could they not figure it out from themselves?

This was giving Ellen a migraine...

Ellen needed a moment to herself and after some quick thinking she managed to get away from her group, but also managed to walk into an interesting scene.

"Oh, it's me." Ellen repeated walking forwardly coldly "Looks like someone was caught with her hand in the cookie jar" Ellen tutted before extended her hand out "Hand it over"

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa let out a slight chuckling snort at the mention of hands in cookie jars. "No, that's your other friend," she said. Elsa didn't even open her eyes but instead extended her hand toward Ellen, the flask still in hand. "Don't be shy: there's alcohol hidden all over this area if you know where to look."

Elsa did open her eyes then, rolling them slightly to her left and right. "Assuming, that is, that a certain feline hasn't decided to continue his duty as official sobriety officer and confiscated them." The cat had proven useful in the past, but sometimes Elsa did wonder if he wasn't a bit overzealous. His reactions to DL had certainly seemed to lean that way, at least back when DL was active and somewhat relevant. But like so many threats and "big deals" around here, it had continued to prove to be just your regular nuisance.

[Ellen Banks]

"She's not my friend" Ellen snapped back instinctively always feeling a need to let Elsa know that everytime she felt the need to classify whatever it is that she had with Frank as an out and out friendship. Though she feared that this was a futile effort on Ellen's part, no matter how many times she said it she doubted anyone would ever truely believe her "...Even though I've had to free her hand from cookie jaws. Far too often..."

Ellen looked at Elsa with a raised eyebrow and folded arms looking for all intents and purposes like Elsa's mother who just caught her sneaking back into the house at five in the morning, the disapproval on her face was plain for all to see "Do you think that's wise...Remember the last time I caught you drinking. I'm not hauling you out of another seedy bar anytime soon" Elsa wasn't a child no where near it and Ellen refused to mother her again if feel head first in the bottom of a barrel. That was her payment, for The Bellefonte's saving her from dying, she went ahead and made sure Elsa didn't become a drunk. As far as she was concerned they were square

"Just stop hogging it. I've had to deal with annoying kids all day, I need it before I start hitting people"

[Elsa Bellefonte]

The instinctive response got the same chuckle from Elsa it always did. Ellen could call her relationship with Frank whatever she wanted. Everyone saw it for what it truly was: a friendship, plain and simple. Even Ellen had to admit to it at least having some aspects of that sort of relationship, and Elsa just quietly sat while she did so.

As for the other: "Yes, I remember it all too well," Elsa drawled. "I can assure you that I don't intend on slipping into a bottle anytime soon. This," she held up the flask, "is just very necessary medication to get through today."

Elsa did hand over the flask as Ellen asked for it, though she had to chuckle. "Some of these children deserve it," she intoned, meaning every word. She'd encountered far too many who could have used a little more parental discipline. "Haven't you added any followers to your entourage? I'd have expected you to walk out of today with at least two more minions."

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen wouldn't admit there was any small themes of friendship anywhere in the relationship between Frank and Ellen even if the opposite might be true, Ellen would spend every moment of her life denying that he was friends with this lunatic. Frank was merely a girl that for whatever reason had latched herself to Ellen. Nothing more nothing else and she'll never admit to anything other wise

Well, she wasn't planning to drown in a bottle of booze, that was encouraging, but Ellen took Elsa's words with a pitch of salt. After all, recovering alcoholics never exactly planned on going back. They make excuses, they rationalize with themselves that this is the sensible thing to go. That was how this type of thing works, true Elsa wasn't nearly as bad as that, but Ellen would keep an eye on it "You don't have to answer to me but...Maybe Rox" Ellen shrugged her shoulder "If you did develop a drinking problem I'd imagine every bar tender in town would mysteriously vanish one by one" Ellen said with a soft smile on her face, the funny thing was she didn't know if she was joking or not. it was hard to predict anything Roxanna did "It's days like this booze was made for..."

Ellen un screwed the top and took a quick swig of the liquor gasping as it hit her system. Elsa always did like it screw didn't see Ellen walked over to her pushing the drink against her chest before leaning on a wall beside her rolling her eyes at the question, "Getting minions...You know I think I'm over that. Besides minors are easy to come by when you can hypnotize someone just by looking at them, a lot of people in the school work for me. How do you think I keep abreast of everything going on? They don't know it themselves thought, if you don't believe me just mention my name to Jack Mccarthy" Ellen trailed off leaving the rest of that sentence up to Elsa's imagination "One or two seemed to get attached to me...Why I have no clue, same with the rest of the school. I make it totally clear I want nothing to do with them and that just makes half the school want to hug me" Ellen tutted under her breath clearly this didn't make any sense whatsoever to him "This school is a damn mad house

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Maybe Rox? Elsa quirked a brow at that, wondering if Ellen had been reading her "friend's" fanfiction. Or was that just something that everyone was starting to notice now? Elsa supposed she'd have checked Dirty Laundry, except that Dirty Laundry appeared to have entered a hiatus (one that may or may not be blamed on a cat). At any rate, it was certainly entertaining to imagine Roxana going around and subtly assassinating every bartender in town one by one.

"The police would have quite the time," Elsa mused aloud. She was soon nodding along though: these were definitely days where you had to do more than your share of drinking. in Elsa's case, the flask was almost a necessity. Ellen seemed a little unprepared for quite the strength of what Elsa had. You'd think she'd have at least known that Elsa wouldn't play along when it came to her booze.

Even more surprising was hearing Ellen's blase attitude about the whole thing. "I know what you mean," Elsa agreed, nodding and looking toward the school. "There's a handful who would definitely react with the whole 'how high' nonsense if I asked them to jump. I also wish I could quite understand what it is about us that makes everyone think that they need to come and bother us."

Elsa chuckled and looked back. "I blame the media: portraying us as just needing love or something along those lines. Of course, it happens to be true, but that's rather beside the point."

Another light laugh and Elsa closed her eyes. "At least six girls are convinced I'm the queen of Arandelle, I think something like four boys are going to be writing me love letters, and probably a dozen more people are going to start 'shipping' me with Roxana."

[Ellen Banks]

Naturally, Ellen had not been reading Frank's fanfiction (She was far too busy doing literally anything else) and she had no earthly idea that Roxanna reveled the same thing that she had told Ellen to Elsa. Which Ellen had no intention of revealing.

She considered that a very awkward topic of discussion, but she didn't really have an idea just how awkward it would be.

Of course Ellen couldn't really talk when it came to vices. Lord knows that she had her own that she had struggled with. In the aftermath of the shooting Ellen had become more or less depended on strong sleeping pills if nothing else to stop the horrible nightmares that flooded her system in the aftermath of the shooting.

They all had their little comforts they clambered for, in times of pain...

Ellen couldn't help but smirk slightly at Elsa, if anyone truly "Got it" it was certainly her "It certainly doesn't help that were in a school with the single most stubborn group of people that ever existed" She said with a slight tut "They really can't take no for an answer can they?...We can handle everything just fine. We don't NEED people. That's what they don't get."

Ellen frowned "Is Arendelle meant to mean something to me?" Ellen asked her cultural blind spot of her lack of Disney knowledge coming into play. She never saw the films she wasn't allowed she remembered her farther saying something about it giving her an unrealistic version of the world. Maybe if she did half the things Frank would have told her would have made sense "If it's any consolation I doubt Roxanna has those kind of feelings for you...Trust me"

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa had to let out a laugh and nod in agreement at Ellen's assessment. She didn't quite agree with the part about not needing people; Elsa had learned that lesson the hard way already. But it wasn't an argument she wanted nor needed to have with Ellen, and she still agreed all too much with what the other girl said. Hence why they were having this conversation to begin with.

The question of Arendelle drew another laugh. "Ask Frank about it sometime," Elsa drawled. She couldn't help but grin, knowing full well what sort of trap that would be for Ellen. She did have to wonder how it was that even someone like Ellen would've missed the cultural phenomenon. If nothing else, you'd think that the other girl would've looked it up to see more information about Elsa.

"She was rather blunt about how she does, actually," Elsa replied, before looking around for the flask. That was definitely something that deserved a drink. "But I do appreciate the attempt to salve my feelings. Did she end up confessing to you too?" Elsa had this feeling like she knew she wasn't the only target of the affections there but, well, she couldn't say for certain where she'd gotten that inclination.

[Ellen Banks]

It was nice at time to detox at times with Elsa like this, someone who had more or less similar experiences as herself. Say what you will about Ellen and Elsa, at least they never attempted to dress anything up, they told each other what they thought was fact. Nothing more nothing less. Why couldn't everyone be like that? It must be so tiring to insist on being nice all of the time....

Ellen maintained eye contact with Elsa can't helping but to notice the small smirk on her face, she would have thought that Elsa was making some kind of joke but then again Elsa wasn't exactly a comedian "Oh, you're serious" Ellen observed "Why does the phrase "Go ask Frank" fill me with such dread" Don't get her wrong, she had heard of the Frozen film, it was impossible to escape from it it had become such a big part of recent culture, but she didn't exactly know the finer details about it, she didn't even know the names of the characters let alone the name of the kingdom it took place in.

The idea of Frank knowing something that Ellen didn't was somewhat unsettling...

The drink that was in Ellen's mouth was chocked down as Elsa revealed just how affectionate Rox trulywas, she leaned forward gagging a little in surprise, once she recovered and her throat settled down it was hard to keep the surprise out of her eyes. "Please don't drop that on me when I'm drinking.." She said clearing her throat "...and yes she did...it was.....odd and now it got quite a bit more odd...no accounting for taste I suppose

[Elsa Bellefonte]

Elsa raised her brows and nodded slightly at Ellen's repetition. Yes, she had been serious. There were some things that Frank Cox was actually an expert in. It just so happened that most of those things were of no use to anybody. Elsa could catch a few passing thoughts from Ellen but, well, the blonde was one of the few whom Elsa didn't reflexively read, mostly out of respect. Besides, it was far more fun to study the body language and respond to that instead.

also amusing to have made Ellen gag slightly. "I'll try to be more discrete," Elsa drawled, unable to hide her amusement, her lips already twisting into a smile. Yes, odd indeed. "Well, she apparently has a type," Elsa said, arching her brows and looking at Ellen. She could only hold the expression for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, almost outright belly laughing. It took hold of her for several seconds, only finally releasing itself in something of a wheeze.

"Oh, what's happened to us, Ellen?" she asked, her voice still strained from the laughter, a bit of it leaking into the words even as the question ended and hung in the air.