Pretty Good at Drinking Beer - Billy Currington
Frankie was about two seconds away from saying something she knew without a doubt would get her in trouble.
It wasn't her fault. She'd told Bianca she'd be on her best behavior. She had meant it, too. She wasn't the smartest person out there, far from it, but she wasn't dumb. Accepting a dinner invitation with La Kane was not something to be taken lightly. Especially when Erica Kane hated your guts...which she certainly did when it came to the vagabond. There was no doubt at all in anyone's mind how Erica viewed Frankie Stone. Hell, saying she hated Frankie's guts was putting it nicely. Frankie wouldn't put it past her to do something crazy. This was the same lady who stabbed her husband after all.
But, she also knew how important Erica was to Bianca. She accepted that. She was ok with that. It was great Bianca had family that cared about her so much. After living with a mother who couldn't give a damn if her children were alive let alone happy, Frankie would give almost anything to make sure Erica and Bianca stayed on good terms.
Even if that meant going to dinner.
But, this was ridiculous. From the moment she sat down, Erica had zeroed in on her. Sure, she'd been sly about it all, but Frankie knew her game. You can't con a con. Erica was pretending to take an interest in getting to know Frankie, but she was doing her best to highlight every flaw the blonde had. Frankie thought she'd been doing pretty good. She hadn't been sarcastic even though those words were at the tip of her tongue more than once. Hell, she had even bitten her tongue a few times. The smile on Bianca's face and the way her eyes lit up with happiness were helping Frankie keep it together.
But, after two hours of thinly veiled interrogation, Frankie couldn't play this game anymore.
"So, Frankie," Erica hid her smirk behind her glass of water, "what are your plans career-wise?"
Frankie grit her teeth, "I'm not sure, Ms. Kane. I'm working on getting the money for PVU."
"But Frankie, you must have some idea beyond that. What do you want to study?" Erica's eyes sparkled, "I know you have...had an interesting living situation, but you cannot keep living on strangers' charity."
Frankie reached for her cola as Bianca glared at her mother, "Mom."
"I am only saying, it would help if Frankie had a plan for her future. Perhaps, she could even get a job in the field she wants to go into to help raise the money for school." Erica's words dripped with fake sincerity, "What is it you are actually good at, Frankie?"
Frankie pushed the cola away and leaned back into her chair. She folded her arms across her chest and smiled lazily at Erica, "I'm pretty good at drinking beer."