PROM: You'll Be My Queen, I'll Be Your Princess

[Ellen Banks]

It was probably a good thing that Frank let Ellen have her little moment with the crow, at this point it was like trying to remove a dog’s favourite chew toy from it’s jaws. The moment you try, it’ll growl softly at you as if to say “Don’t try it” What could she say? She had grown quite attached to that crown…even if it wasn’t exactly hers.

Even though Ellen made it a point to try and avoid the events that happened last year at all costs, but from a combination of Frank’s natural charm –Not to mention the weird jedi mindtricks and a heavily spiked punch, she had more or less summoned “Drunk Ellen” that part of her that, was more then accepting of Frank Cox and had no problem with being her friend and having her own particular brand of “Fun”

She’ll be feeling this in the morning

Ellen wasn’t going to lie, And if she was sober she’d be able to bury certain feelings under her cold façade, but being stood up at prom, for the second year in a row was quite a sucky feeling, she was looking forward to actually having a nice prom night and he seemed like a nice guy…but that’s what Ellen gets for actually starting to fel certain feelings for someone now wasn’t it? Still it was something of a mood killer. But at Frank’s words Ellen couldn’t help but smile, already feeling better about the situation, glad that Frank was able to put her usual positive spin on things and yes, a hug did nicely to make her lift her mood, now she was nice and drunk she had little to no resistance to the hug so she had little choice but to like the warm embrace over take her. And yes. She let out a very un-Ellen like giggle and hugged her back just a little. “Aww. You always know just what to say Frank. You’re right too!” Ellen grin said her smile only got brighter

“Yeah. Fun. Let’s do the fun thing” Ellen said her words starting to slur as she stumbled off after her “Urg. I just want to get away from this place, Prom. Sucks. Oh! Let’s have another sleepover!”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

A hug back! Maybe this would be the day that Ellen's heart grew three sizes in a totally nonlethal way! The thought started to tumble out Frank's mouth, as her thoughts had the tendency to do, but she just managed to swallow it back (quite literally in her case: there was a swallowing noise and motion and everything).

"Whoo!" she let out at the mention of fun. There was stumbling, but Frank quickly saw to that, darting back and slinging an arm over her friend's shoulder and helping get her back to a mostly upright position. Really Frank should've seen Ellen wanting to get out of there coming, especially given how harsh this particular prom had been on her.

"Aww, but we're queens!" Frank let out, before looking around at the party around her. She had danced already, thanks to Franck, and it had been her jam and everything. "But i you wanna, I'll totes be down for it," and lo, there was the nodding again and another little one-armed squeeze hug, as friends totally did, like, all the time.

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen would have quite a number of regrets hat stemmed from this particular night but the first among them would be to allow Frank any physical affection in the form of a hug, if Ellen could place a rule to be enforced by her drunk self. Because letting her hug her just gave her permission to do so when she was sober. Which for obvious reasons Ellen wanted nothing to do with her...

It was a good thing Frank had the wherewithal to grab Ellen by the shoulder and hold her up right. If she didn’t there was a very good chance that Ellen would have stumbled around ungainly in a most undignified way indeed,

“Blahhh” Ellen tutted just a little in a slurly way shaking her head “This place sucks! Cooome on, let’s just go back to the dorm and pig out”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"To the dorm!" Frank didn't need to know the reasons or to think too heavily on anything at the moment. She just knew that Ellen had tapped into that inner happy Ellen that Frank had become completely convinced would be possible to draw out on a more regular basis. The Cox girl was already moving before Ellen could finish the statement "pig out" moving them both down to the dormitory.

Eventually they'd end up dorming together, making the following question redundant, but at the time, there was an important query that needed to be made: "Which dorm are we heading toward again?"

Not that this stopped Frank from heading down the hall at a decent clip, herding and dragging Ellen all the while. The giggly girl would burst into more raucous laughter at the slightest provocation, and there were at least a few people noticing that yet again Ellen Banks left prom accompanied by Frank Cox. Doubtless DL would have its day with that. Not that any of this showed on Frank's face as she herded her bffle down the hall toward whichever room was indicated.

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen HATED her inner happy place. If she could have it surgically removed she would most certainly have it done just to make sure that Frank didn’t manipulate it into coming to the forefront of Ellen’s personality just like she seemed to always do with disturbing ease. (Ellen had a theory that Frank must have some kind of secondary mind control power.)

But that Ellen was gone now, The Ellen that everyone saw on a daily basic and scoffed at Frank was nicely numbed and being smothered by Alcohol infused punch. In her place? Happy, drunken Ellen who was more then happy to follow allow with Frank. Because who else would a drunk girl with sharply declined inhibitions going to follow?

“Ummmm” Ellen slurred thinking at loud “mmmmine! I have a key…Yeah Yeah that works” Ellen managed to chock out before Frank began to poke and prode her to begin moving forward causing Ellen to giggle “Frank, you’re killing me. You know I’m ticklish” but Frank didn’t seem to care as Ellen was herded forward laughing in a manner that was most unbecoming as they moved forward once they reached the door, Ellen made a fine show of stumbling to get the key in the lock, but eventually she managed to get the key in the lock before she opened it. Once the door was opened Ellen quickly collapsed onto the nearest sofa with gusto Feebly kicking off her heels as she did with a satisfied sign “God, it feels good to get these off. It’s murder walking around on them and this sofa is so soft…”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Yours it is!" Frank cried out, thrusting an arm into the air and redirecting them ever so slightly. While she might not be in the same condition as her friend (i.e. not drunk), Frank still fed off her friend's exuberance and just the joy of being at prom and being prom queen (or Ellen was; Frank wasn't quite sure how that worked out by the end of the day). Things were coming up Frank, that much was certain.

"You're ticklish?" Frank repeated, eyes going wide and brain processing that information to be stored and retrieved at a later (and likely more embarrassing) date. "We'll have to worry about that later. For now, door time!"

Frank thrust a hand into the air triumphantly before turning and pointing at the door. She did a little dance and made what sounded like either random noises or a random pop song (essentially the same thing in the end), and then ended up clapping when the door finally opened. Frank proceeded to practically skip her way instead, turning to look at Ellen.

"You look totes hot in those though," Frank said, nodding. "Like, I know some people are all: 'heels are evil' and junk, and they do kinda suck," Frank would've been in sneakers herself, "but they still make some people look all sexy." Frank nodded and then wandered a bit before plopping herself onto the couch, grinning and bobbing and likely only remaining there the shortest amount of time allowable.

[Ellen Banks]

Yes, Ellen was ticklish extremely so was one of the many pieces of information no one would know if she wasn’t sober this evening, after all Ellen did have a habit of letting more of the things and embarrassing secrets she would rather not say, they had a habit of coming out.

Ellen really hated the person she became when she drank.

She just took a moment to enjoy the lack of her weight on her feet and the soft surface that was the couch, eventually she stumbled into a ungainly sitting position as she began to rub her bare feet “Suffering for beauty, that’s what Prom is” Ellen slurred before lapsing into a brief silence “I was hoping that you’d fine me again, like last year. Last year’s prom was a, awful, awful time for me and not just because of the whole-“ Ellen gestured ungainly to her neck “All that stuff..I really didn’t think I’d enjoy myself… but thanks to you, I did even through…y’know I can’t remember a lot of it…but…you know-“ Ellen shrugged trying to sit herself up

Yes that was a compliment to Frank Cox. Ellen was well and truly drunk.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Yeaaaah, prom's sometimes a dud," Frank admitted. "I totes haven't been able to hook up with, like, anyone at the proms here. We used to practically bed surf back in St. James," Frank shrugged, and then walked over to Ellen, sitting next to her. She reached down for her friend's feet, pulling them up and onto her lap, where she immediately started massaging them. That probably ended the struggle to sit up right then and there.

"You just gotta learn to enjoy yourself wherever you are," Frank offered, before moving to really massage Ellen's feet, working them over well. "That's part of your thing. You're all wrapped up and determined to just not have fun and junk. Is okay though," Frank winked at her friend, "that's what I'm here to do for you."

Oh, it was tempting to start tickling those feet. Frank's fingers were already starting to twitch.

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen couldn’t help but to agree with Frank’s assessment that maybe Prom was a less of a big deal then it actually was, Ellen just naturally considered Prom to be some magical occasion something that could potentially be the best day of Ellen’s life…and both have been very underwhelming to say the very least. Seeing as Ellen had been stood up a grand total of two times she was willing to agree that it was in fact something of a “Dud”

She couldn’t help but let out a snort of amusement once Frank mentioned how she used to bed surf.

“Is that why you moved school? You were given the scarlet letter, and kicked out for seducing the entire male population?” Ellen said with a noticeable grin on her face, it was hard to imagine Frank seducing anyone. Who knew maybe when she was on the hunt she had some secret moves that not even Ellen knew about.

Ellen was far too Drunk and confused to resist Frank once she grabbed her feet. She looked on with a bemused expression “What are yo-“ But Ellen’s question died in her throat as Frank set to work, the sensation of cool hands kneading against her throbbing feet was nothing short of heavenly and indeed, Ellen stopped trying to sit up and just laid back and enjoyed it “Oh my God Frank, that’s amazing. Where did you learn to do that?” Ellen sighed in contentment grateful for the rub.

Ellen brow furrowed as she spoke once again, showcasing her naturally ability to read Ellen like a book “So you’re here to teach me how to have fun huh? “Ellen said shifting position to get more comfortable noticing how quickly the tension was leaving her body “I can’t even remember the last time I had fun…I might have forgotten how”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Actually, I always wanted to go here, even though it's, like, about as far away from where my parents are as the one in jolly ole England," Frank put on a temporary English accent for the last few words, which was, of course, completely necessary, "but my parents wanted me to do the boarding school thing in Europe like a proper lady. I talked them into the switch."

Frank gave a wink at that, grinning. It had taken quite a lot of doing, and in reality Frank was fairly certain that her super awesome butler had a lot more to do with the switch than her actual parents. Still, she didn't see the point in quite bringing that up right now. Right now she was far more focused on the whole massaging her best friend's foot and showing off another of the strange skills she'd picked up.

"Oh, it's totes a thing I learned when I dated this really feelsy French guy," Frank offered, adding a shrug. "He was all into giving massages and junk. Said it got you, 'into ze mood,'" This time with a French accent and a giggle.

Frank began playing with the toes as Ellen continued, grinning over at her friend. "You jus' gotta think about what's fun and let your hair down," she started wiggling the toes back and forth, "be all 'this little piggy needs to have fun,'" she said, giving one toe a little bit of a more vigorous wiggle than the rest, giggling all the while.

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen couldn’t help but to utter a short barking laugh at those words her eyes squinted together as she tried to press her hands to her mouth to hold her laughter to herself. That was just a bizarrely humour idea. Frank’s parents wanted her to be a proper lady? Wow did that back fire on them in a MASSIVE way. She was curious to know when exactly that dream died for them? When she was meant to be studying piano. Did they just find her out in the crowded street playing with stray dogs? “A proper little lady. Wow did that idea bomb. She said with a chuckle “You and me Frank just two great big disappointments to our parents. She said with a shake of the head clearly sharing maybe just a little too much then she maybe should have.

Really, Ellen didn’t even begin to have the issues that Frank seemed to have with schools, considering her family and The Bellefonte’s were old friends since Ellen was about two. Her place in the school was never in question whatsoever. The virtues of having those kind of connections….

“Clearly he knew what he was doing” She mutters “If I fall asleep don’t draw anything on my face” Ellen smirked at Frank played around with her feet, as sensitive as they were before a thought occurred to her as she considered Frank’s point “You mean be more impulsive?”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank giggled at the mention of the idea bombing. "Well, yeah, kinda," she admitted, her head bobbing. "But I do totally know how to host a proper party and make guest arrangements. I can totes play some stuff on the piano and all too. Oh, and I so know how to speak fluent French, but that was 'cuz of my roommate," Frank shrugged. She didn't really see it as that big of a deal. You just put your mind to something and you figured out how to do it. Frank had just put her mind to a lot of little things. Like baking. And juggling. And pretty soon DJing, but that was getting ahead of things slightly.

"Aww, I don't think you're a disappointment!" Frank insisted, giving Ellen's feet another squeeze. "I also totes won't draw on your face, but you're so not a disappointment! I mean, c'mon, I'm not like Frank Cox or anything like that. Most people here don't even get the fact that my family is stupid rich. But you're all Ellen Banks and people gonna get out of your way!" Frank did a quick triple snap, jutting her head from side to side with each motion.

She giggled and rested her hands down before looking at Ellen. "Well, yeah, and just sort of having fun. You don't have to be Ellen Banks, like, all the time. Just enough so people know you're the bomb. The rest of the time you can just, y'know," she gestured at Ellen, "be Ellen. Be you. Even if that you is kinda a bit bitchy and sometimes really mean."