WES GONNA BE SLUTTY SOMETHINGS!!!

[Ellen Banks]

Well, then. If nothing else Ellen learned a little something about the lifestyle of Frank Cox. The fact that she believed that every aspect of life should involve glitter was just another window into Frank’s wacky world. “Soooo breakfast. Working out…Sex?” Ok, scratch that. The last thing Ellen needed to do was to know how much glitter accompanied Frank haven’t sex…

Some how Ellen wasn’t remotely surprised when Frank revealed that more often then not she couldn’t come to a decision about what attire she should buy. After all Frank pretty much adored most things how could she possibly choose between so many beloved costumes. Her closet must be full to the brim with all costumes of al shape and sizes. (Which begs the question why she would need another one but trying to find logic in Frank’s motive is like trying to locate a need in a haystack)

“Doctor who” Ellen said barely interested “Is that another cartoon of yours”Ellen asked having explained to Frank on their very first encounter her lack of experience with television and cartoons in general

Slutty Egyptian concubline, ok there was far worse that Frank could have forced Ellen to ear (Sexy Fairy, Sexy elephant ETC) and if she didn’t let Frank get her way it might actually seem tasteful.

“Ha. Cute” Ellen said at her little attempt at word play. Not even looking at her face instead checking her nails before she became aware that Frank was just staring at her now, it occurred to her that Frank wouldn’t really live her alone until she broke now Ellen. “ Oh my god Frank. I love that idea so much. You are such a genius.” Ellen said in a monotone voice.

She sounded as excitable as a dead body

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Well, when you work out, you wear those flashy spandex things that reflect the light and distract people from your jiggling booty and of course there's, like, edible body glitter and stuff for sex..." Frank paused, tapping a finger against her chin for a few moments, seeming to get distracted by the slight popping sound this made, "buuuuut I'm not sure about breakfast."

So there did have to be something then, though Frank was almost tempted to suggest that you could probably involve glitter with that if you really tried. She was much more interested in getting through the whole costume process. And no, Ellen's lack of enthusiasm, interest, or attention didn't seem to bother Frank in the slightest.

Unlike her lack of Dr. Who exposure: "YOU HAVEN'T SEEN DOCTOR WHO?!" said Frank, waving her arms to demonstrate just how much panicking this announcement entailed. "It's super awesome show involving immortal hot British guys and weird stuff and time traveling invincible bisexuals and weird robot trash cans that want to destroy the world and it's British and all kinds of awesome we should so sit down and watch a marathon of it---" Frank had actually turned to probably do precisely this, but in doing so, she beheld Ellen's face.

Which looked dire.

"Oh, Ellen!" said Frank, throwing her arms around Ellen's head and pulling the girl in for a hug. "You clearly need this so much! Just let Auntie Frank know what kinda costume you want and she'll make sure you're the prettiest, sluttiest girl there," said Frank, all while stroking Ellen Banks reassuringly.

[Ellen Banks]

Oh god. If Ellen had all the money in the world, she would have given it to Frank right there and then to get her to stop talking but unfortunately no amount of money would ever purge Ellen of the mental images of light reflecting off Frank’s jiggling booty (God, Ellen might vomit) or Frank using body glittering for sex. No. Just no. But really in some ways what else was she expecting from Frank when she mentioned sex.

Ellen should really know better at this point

Ellen blinked twice almost in surprise as Frank tapped her finger against her chin “Wow, I never thought I would see the day I would actually stump Frank Cox. Will wonders never cease” Ellen thought outloud, maybe she was just getting used to her insanity and she was slowly figuring her out.



No scratch that she will never figure out Frank Cox. Ever.



She practically leaped a foot in the air when Frank shouted her astonishment that she has never seen a single episode of this “Doctor Who” she was so fond of. Why was this a surprise to her, she has told Frank awhile ago of her TV limits when she was a child she was sure there was a lot of shows she has never seen that were among Frank’s favourite. She winched just a little as practically the entire store turned in there direction after her exclamation “Frank, what did I tell you about inside voices? Remember how I told you how important they were?” But it was too late. Frank has gone off into her personal world with waving airs and excited squealing as she told Ellen all about the show….and it sounded as mad as her “Wait immortal brit- How can- But- Ok slow down” Ellen said trying in vain to calm her down wishing somewhat that she had hypnotized her at some point to calm down whenever Ellen asked but it was far to late. And the scary thing was that she wouldn’t be surprised if tonight they were sat on a sofa in frank room watching hours and hours of the show that Frank loved so much with a big tub of popcorn on their laps, of course Ellen would refuse but that didn’t seem to matter all that much did it?

Thankfully she had stopped in mid sentence but unfortunately she was giving Ellen THAT look and nothing good can come of that look.

“Frank..I don’t like that look in your eyes” Ellen said holding her hands out “Why are you looking at me like that? Are yo-Wait. Oh no. Frank if you’re thinking of doing what I think you are. Just stay ba-“

Too late it seemed as Frank gripped her like a anaconda wrapping itself around one of it’s victims. She gripped Ellen in a bone crushing hug that practically forced the air out of her lungs. What exactly was it about any of this that screamed to Frank that she needed this?! She thought shuddering slightly as Frank started stroking her rolling her eyes now and sighing her arms totally limp and unresponsive as can be to the show of affection. She could only hope that Frank would tire out soon.

Also Ellen hated how much a small part of her was enjoying the show of affection…

“Wow. Really? Any costume. Well golly gee aren’t I just the luckiest girl in the world” Ellen muttered showing her boundless capacity for sarcasm “Sure let’s go with Cleopatra thing. Why not? By the way this hug probably isn’t helping any of those rumours about us  we talked about. Also it would be nice to breath again. Just saying
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[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank tilted her head for a moment as Ellen talked about inside voices. When had they discussed that? It did seem vaguely familiar, like a conversation that Frank sort of kind of remembered having at some point in time. It didn't matter though, because the head tilt had lasted maybe a second as Frank's sheer enthusiasm carried her far, far beyond that point, right up to glomping Ellen and squeezing her tight and stuff.

The release came as Ellen seemed to pick out a costume. Frank relaxed and turned to look around. "Cleopatra is so your sort of thing," she agreed, nodding. "Like, seriously: super sexy woman who was all in charge and using her vajayjay and super hawtness to convince people to follow her and stuff? Plus, the whole Egyptian thing can look super sexy and maybe even still be pretty warm though that's not gonna matter unless you're gonna go prowling or whatever and of course you're not gonna do that because Ellen Banks doesn't need to go prowling or anything."

Frank nodded as she so often did when she spoke the Truth. She grinned at her friend and hopped, turning as she went. "And it would just be cool if DL was all like 'they are super lezzies' and junk. They're usually all super mean to people like Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe or Erika or someone and I just don't get why they keep picking on those people. Sure, you're doing stuff and I'm doing stuff, but it seems like DL is just all about people who just want to be left alone and is that a Cleopatra costume over there?" Frank pointed and then followed her own finger, practically skipping down the aisle.

[Ellen Banks]

Ok, that was another point that Ellen reluctantly had to give the wonderful wacky Frank Cox. She was quite the sales woman, and certainly knew how to make such a costume appealing to Ellen. She couldn’t deny she had a well documented weakness for being complimented in such a fashion.

And being compared to an ancient queen that ruled an empire thanks to her Immense beauty was something that very much approved of. Once again a small mock humble smile came across her face and she made a motion with her hand as if she was saying “Oh do stop, you’re being silly” As she tossed her hair behind happily “Well I don’t know about all that” Ellen said a light blush coming to her face clearly more then a little flattered by her words and not very good at holding it back.

But then again if Frank thought that to be “The Truth” who was Ellen to argue?

“Oh, is Dirty Laundry still around I haven’t noticed” Ellen said showcasing her latest tactic when dealing with the Blog. Just pretend it simply wasn’t there. Clearly this person was craving attention and was willing to hit any lows to do exactly that. Well Ellen for one refused to give the blog the satisfaction. And t looked like that tactic was working nicely as she hasn’t been featured on it for a long time. “Trust me, you’re not exactly my type"
Curious she walked over to where Frank was leading her “After all the build up this costume better be worth it”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Please, like you don't know that you've got the whole royal hottie thing going on," said Frank, waving a hand dismissively. She giggled a bit, remembering some of what drunk!Ellen had confessed and Frank had sort of picked up on. The wild girl could be remarkably observant when it came to understanding people, and she seemed to have an especial knack for peeling off the layers of people like Ellen.

Right now though, Frank was less concerned with peeling off layers and talking about onions and parfaits and other fun stuff (and yes, that is a very doable and very logical connection to be making, thankyouverramuch), and more concerned with finding her bffl a super hot costume and all, even if said bffl did insist that Frank wasn't her type. Of course, that did make Frank want to outright ask what Ellen's type actually happened to be, but she didn't think that she should be doing too much prying.

That and there was a costume to find.

"Well, it's gonna be one and OMIGOD, IT'S LIKE THE ONE KATY PERRY WORE IN THAT ONE THING!" said Frank, adding another fangirl squeal before diving down. She soon came up with a very colorful outfit. "IT'S SO PRETTY, OMIGAWD!" accompanied by another little squeal and some dancing in place, because of course she did.

[Ellen Banks]

Being in Frank Cox’s company was quite a unique experience to say the least, every single moment was anarchy pure and utter insanity, because Frank wasn’t well. Anyone with a brain could see that as a fact, Frank was mentally disturbed, she must have been how can a person be considered sane and act in the way that she did, Ellen wasn’t a psychiatrist but she would pay any amount of money for one to sit in a room with her and just talk to her, not examine her, not give her any sort of test. Just talk to her and after five minutes they would confirm what Ellen had known ever since she had come into contact with her

She had to be. She would put money on it Ellen, was so confident.

Oh yes, that Drunk!Ellen. She really did doom Sober!Ellen to a life with Frank joined at her hip for pretty much for the rest of her like Hmmm that was a nice loop hole that could be exploited, Ellen could fake her death. True she would have to start a new life somewhere remote but at least it’ll be somewhat peaceful. (But then again, knowing Frank she would somehow track her down using her inexplicable detective skills)

Ellen wasn’t normally one to be startled easily but what was always sure to get her good nicely was sudden screaming in the middle of a sentence which unfortunately happened quite often in the company of Frank Cox’s. She jumped a little in surprise as Frank exclaimed her love for Katy Perry before literally diving head first into the clothes living Ellen to look more then a little uncomfortable with the scene “So I’ll just stay here will I” She tried to call knowing full well that she won’t respond plus she was getting more odd glances from the rest of the store which caused her to roll her eyes and mentally scold the name of Frank Cox

“I could be working on gymnastics but oh no, I just had to fellow Frank Cox on one of her wild adventures…”

Once Frank reappeared she had to admit, it was a pretty nice looking outfit, it WAS pretty, very much so in fact. If she had any intention of attending the event she would consider wearing it. But of course she had no such intentions.
But let’s try and fall back on the old technique of telling Frank what she wanted to hear.

“Oh wow, that’s certainly looks, amazing! I can’t wait to try it on,just give it here and I’ll pay for it and I’ll see you at the auction or whatever it is I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise for you. Oh, I can’t wait I love it so much

No one ever accused her of not being a good actress

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Naturally Frank didn't hear anything that Ellen mumbled to herself, though if she did, the girl probably would have written it all off as being part of Ellen being Ellen or something. Frank didn't really let little things like reality interfere with a beautiful friendship. That would just be silly.

However, she was eerily good at reading people, especially Ellen for some reason. She also just happened to want to think the very best possible thing about people, especially Ellen for some reason. So she listened as Ellen gushed about the outfit, listened and grinned with some delight and joy and other emotions that were mostly joyous and uplifting.

"See: I totally told you you'd totally love it," she insisted, nodding as though this had been the plan all along. She grinned and handed over the outfit, figuring that Ellen would most definitely want it. "But wait," she pulled it back, "you sure this is slutty enough? I mean, we need to make sure that boys look at you and their jaws just drop while another body part starts going up. Or girls, I guess, whichever," Frank shrugged. Again: details were not important. "Oh, oh, oh," she jumped up and down slightly, using the hand not holding the outfit to wave at herself, "should we wear matching outfits? like, I could totally dress up as a sexy---um," she looked around, "mummy, maybe? With bandages carefully placed? Or is that a little too coupley?" she looked to Ellen, clearly not entirely certain.