"Ahh, and how long with you be staying in Paris this time Ann?" He asked, pacing the floor of his penthouse apartment. "Probably just until the end of the week, then I am heading to visit Matthew" Ann Blank, Antarctica, said into her cell phone, heading to her favorite hotel in all of Paris, the one with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower.
"Then I will come and pick you up for lunch and then maybe this evening we can go with Antonio and Gilbert to one of those damn bars you like so much" Francis replied, France had not seen the boys in a few weeks, but he knew they were in town for some festival or another.
"Yeah, that would be very nice, and if you had invited me earlier from Kirkland's I wouldn't have had to go pub-ing so much with him" Antarctica said, stepping into her new suite. Her time with Arthur in the Emerald Isle (doing a lot of running from Ireland and Scotland) was nice, and, despite the mild threats, peaceful. For a country with nothing but time, Ann was doing alright.
"Very well my dear, I will pick you up in an hour, the usual place right? Wait, of course you are there, you don't stay anywhere else when you visit me" Francis said, having more of a conversation with himself then with Ann; "Makes it easier to find me, see you soon" Ann said, smiling as she gazed out one of the windows in her room. She hung up after a few more words were exchanged, and started getting ready, she decided not to dress up too much, even later into the night; chances were she'd be surrounded by drunks half the night, and even with Francis at her side Paris wasn't the safest place in the world. Ann stepped back from her mirror, she looked good enough, after all, it was just Francis, and then Tony and Gil later, no one much to show off for. Her phone beeped,
Francis:
Are you ready ma chérie?
Ann just smiled and tapped away at the tiny buttons on her phone's keyboard
Ready when you are Francy Pants
It took him a minute to respond
Francis:
Outside...
Ann raised an eyebrow and leaned over to look out her window. "Oh my..." She mumbled, there sat France, leaning against his car, all dressed up (still no tie), with a huge bouquet of what looked to be roses. "Damn Rose-Bastard" She whispered under her breath; she went straight downstairs "Overdoing it a bit aren't we Francis?" she asked him. Francis set the flowers down on the hood of the car and swept Ann into a deep dip "Me? Overdo something? Never Ann" He said smugly.
They went on a picnic under the Eiffel Tower sitting in the crowds of tourists. "So, where are we meeting the boys at?" Ann asked over her third glass of wine; "A little joint, it is kind of new, so it should be interesting, but first we will have to drag them out of whatever hole they are in now" Francis pointed out. After taking their own sweet time with their meal, Ann and Francis went to "The Salty Dog" bar; "They come here?" Ann asked in disbelief, usually Spain preferred classier places then this dump. "It is the only place I let them go to anymore when they want to drink, they trash up anywhere else" Francis said pointedly. "Oh" Was all Ann could say before walking into the small bar...