Prom:Letting some hair down (Frank)

[Ellen Banks]

God, one of these days Ellen really should try and write a book on young Miss Cox. She was just such a strange creature. Like a rare butterfly that needed to be examined at length. If Ellen was sober enough she would have compared the experience akin to Dian Fossey living among the great apes in their natural environments to gain a better understanding of their ways and like Doctor Fossey before her Ellen too learned there was more to what she considered a “Stupid ape” then met the eye. In fact Frank’s ways seemed to be almost….human. “So you mean if you don’t eat like all the time you just power down” Ellen said starting to giggling “You’re like a human car”

The world of Frank Cox jut got stranger and stranger it was like she lived in some kind of living breathing Roald Dahl book (If Frank’s life was a giant children’s novel then Ellen shuddered what role she had in that. Something akin to an ugly evil witch snarling at the kind and virtuous fair maiden ) She had to admit it was endearing to see her take that approach to life. It was a well known fact that the world itself was cruel and uncompromising yet here was Frank Cox. A person made entirely of rubber; someone who would keep a giant smile on her face, no matter what life threw at her everything just bonnced off her harmlessly. Total indistructable. Who knows? Maybe Frank Cox will survive them all and do it all with laughter on her voice.

Still laughing Ellen shovelled handfuls of pizza gratefully into her mouth savouring the taste on her mouth, was it the most healthy option? Not in the least, Did she care at the moment? Not in the very least. “Oh I’m sure they do love you. Quirks and all. If they didn’t I’m sure they would have thrown you in the loony bin by now, and Broadway s the best Frank, you would adore it you really would, You’re entire life is pretty much like a broadway play so I can easily see it appealing to you”

Ellen didn’t know how long she was sat there chatting idly to Frank eating pizza and laughing before Mr. Sandman started calling to her and she had begun to yawn. “God I’m like super beat I think I’m going to go to bed”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank giggled at the analogy. "I guess. I always liked the whole robot thing myself. Like, food is my electricity or something." A few more chuckles, followed by chowing down on the last few bits of their food. It wasn't hard for Frank to polish the rest off. She didn't have deep, heavy thoughts brought on by too much alcohol. Nope, not Frank. Frank just had the moment, flitting from one to another without taking too much time to think on anything.

"I'd love to see a play and stuff! I really like plays, since, like, you can yell at the actors or talk to them or whatever," and Frank nodded, clearly hinting that she would most definitely do this (and just as clearly realizing that this would likely discourage Ellen from ever inviting her, assuming that Ellen even remembered any of this). "We should totes go together though. Be all BFF all over the place."

Frank noticed the yawning and giggled again. "okay!" she said. It did seem like they'd been doing this forever after all, like, months even. "Do you want me to go tuck you in?" She already moved over, her hands moving, obviously hinting at the tickling that was soon in coming. For yes, Frank did take advantage to start tickling Ellen Banks while she could. All over. Though definitely away from the food, just to be on the safe side.