Part 3
Franny's three friends, watch Franny and George in their intimate conversation.They sip their colas, they do not know what to say. They can't believe Franny actually did it. They had come here to scope for guys, but they didn't believe anyone of them would actually go up and talk to one. In a way it did not suprise them it had been Franny, she was a little more outgoing, and wild then the rest of them. And they did have to admit, that man over there talking to her, was in a way gorgeous, not the type of handsome man you would expect to see in this little run down cafe, and maybe not the knid everyone would appricate on first glance, because of his aura of averageness. Something lurked under that though. Something which the three girls could all detect, and something which made them all glow green with envy.
One of the girls, known as Sandra, pulls a cigarette out of her purse, and lights it. "I can't believe she did that. He was the only one who had potential in here, except maybe the waiter, but he has gay pride written all over him. " She comments, in an almost southern accent. Her dim blue eyes shift around the cafe nervously.
The one next to her, Viper as she liked to be called, pushes stray strands of overbleached blond hair out of her eyes. "Maybe we should go somewhere else. Its singles night at the Blue Moon." She smiles, as she metions the local biker hangout, though she was not a bona fide biker, and would never be that tough. She was too afraid to even afraid to get a fake tattoo, to be a part of that crowd.She feared the dyes would leave a permant stain, -or- she would get one of those ones that was "laced with LSD"
"No way. No good ducks there. And its not like we could ever get you into one of those places." The last one, Veronica, comments, fiddling with the ice in her now gone cola, by stirring it with her straw.. One of her perfectly done, fake nails, begins to fall off. She removes her hand from the straw, and presses it back down with her right index finger. "Stupid glue. " she mutters. The glue doesn't last so long in the muggy Atlanta atmosphere, as it did in the salty California scene. She should probably stop using the fake nails and just let hers grow out again, but she doesn't want to go back to biting them.
Sandra looks at Viper. "Ronnie is right, Vip. You may try to be cool, but sugah, you know we couldn't get ya in there, if our lives depended on it ." Her green eyes go wide as she explains this. A habit, she has always had when explaining things, which make it seem as if she is suprised by what she is revealing.
The waiter comes back towards them. "Can I get you anything else?" He asks friendly. He has something else in mind, he wants to talk to them.
"Can you be a good boy, and refill our drinks." Veronica asks, not looking up from fixing her nail.
"Certainly.." He pauses. This pause is planned. "Wasn't there four of you before?" He says, with faked innocence.
"Our friends is over there talking to that guy. The one she sent the drink too." Viper points out, wondering if she should flirt with him, -or- believe Sandra when she says he has gay pride written over him.
He looks across the room, pretending he had forgotten. "She went to go talk to George. So, she doesn't know about him?" He asks.
Sandra gazes at him. Every inch of her wants to hear this, her red hair is even ready for some shady news of gossip. "No, she hasn't. What about him?"
"He's a faggot, and I am not talking about the British slang for cigarette.I think you know what I mean." He says, winking at her, and goes off to refill their drinks.
Viper bursted into laughter. "Franny is flirting with a queer. That's lovely. I don't think she can ever live this one down." A giant smile bursts onto her face, she appears like a cat who is about to catch the biggest rat this century.
"Let's go talk to them." Sandra muses. Veronica nods. They stand up, fixing their short skirts as they get up, and start to walk in that direction. They notice George unplugging his laptop, and Franny walks back towards them. George waits patiently at the door for Franny.
"Hey, Franny, where are you off to?" Veronica asks, watching Fanny grab her coat.
"Me and George are going to take a walk, and hopefully, we end up at her place." Franny says truimpantly.
"Oh, Sugah, I don't think so, we just heard about him from the waiter. He swings the other way." Sandra tells her.
Franny's italian eyes gaze smugly into Sandra's blue eyes. "Honey, the only gay one is that waiter, he was just trying to get you off his scent." She says with an evil smile, and walks back to George.
"She's in denial. Five bucks says, that we will be hearing about it tomorrow." Veronica says.
"I don't think we can bet, when we all agree, but we can start a pool as to when she will tell us she found out he was a queer." Viper answers.
"I'm in." Sandra says.
"Me too, " Viper answers.
(more to come)
Franny's three friends, watch Franny and George in their intimate conversation.They sip their colas, they do not know what to say. They can't believe Franny actually did it. They had come here to scope for guys, but they didn't believe anyone of them would actually go up and talk to one. In a way it did not suprise them it had been Franny, she was a little more outgoing, and wild then the rest of them. And they did have to admit, that man over there talking to her, was in a way gorgeous, not the type of handsome man you would expect to see in this little run down cafe, and maybe not the knid everyone would appricate on first glance, because of his aura of averageness. Something lurked under that though. Something which the three girls could all detect, and something which made them all glow green with envy.
One of the girls, known as Sandra, pulls a cigarette out of her purse, and lights it. "I can't believe she did that. He was the only one who had potential in here, except maybe the waiter, but he has gay pride written all over him. " She comments, in an almost southern accent. Her dim blue eyes shift around the cafe nervously.
The one next to her, Viper as she liked to be called, pushes stray strands of overbleached blond hair out of her eyes. "Maybe we should go somewhere else. Its singles night at the Blue Moon." She smiles, as she metions the local biker hangout, though she was not a bona fide biker, and would never be that tough. She was too afraid to even afraid to get a fake tattoo, to be a part of that crowd.She feared the dyes would leave a permant stain, -or- she would get one of those ones that was "laced with LSD"
"No way. No good ducks there. And its not like we could ever get you into one of those places." The last one, Veronica, comments, fiddling with the ice in her now gone cola, by stirring it with her straw.. One of her perfectly done, fake nails, begins to fall off. She removes her hand from the straw, and presses it back down with her right index finger. "Stupid glue. " she mutters. The glue doesn't last so long in the muggy Atlanta atmosphere, as it did in the salty California scene. She should probably stop using the fake nails and just let hers grow out again, but she doesn't want to go back to biting them.
Sandra looks at Viper. "Ronnie is right, Vip. You may try to be cool, but sugah, you know we couldn't get ya in there, if our lives depended on it ." Her green eyes go wide as she explains this. A habit, she has always had when explaining things, which make it seem as if she is suprised by what she is revealing.
The waiter comes back towards them. "Can I get you anything else?" He asks friendly. He has something else in mind, he wants to talk to them.
"Can you be a good boy, and refill our drinks." Veronica asks, not looking up from fixing her nail.
"Certainly.." He pauses. This pause is planned. "Wasn't there four of you before?" He says, with faked innocence.
"Our friends is over there talking to that guy. The one she sent the drink too." Viper points out, wondering if she should flirt with him, -or- believe Sandra when she says he has gay pride written over him.
He looks across the room, pretending he had forgotten. "She went to go talk to George. So, she doesn't know about him?" He asks.
Sandra gazes at him. Every inch of her wants to hear this, her red hair is even ready for some shady news of gossip. "No, she hasn't. What about him?"
"He's a faggot, and I am not talking about the British slang for cigarette.I think you know what I mean." He says, winking at her, and goes off to refill their drinks.
Viper bursted into laughter. "Franny is flirting with a queer. That's lovely. I don't think she can ever live this one down." A giant smile bursts onto her face, she appears like a cat who is about to catch the biggest rat this century.
"Let's go talk to them." Sandra muses. Veronica nods. They stand up, fixing their short skirts as they get up, and start to walk in that direction. They notice George unplugging his laptop, and Franny walks back towards them. George waits patiently at the door for Franny.
"Hey, Franny, where are you off to?" Veronica asks, watching Fanny grab her coat.
"Me and George are going to take a walk, and hopefully, we end up at her place." Franny says truimpantly.
"Oh, Sugah, I don't think so, we just heard about him from the waiter. He swings the other way." Sandra tells her.
Franny's italian eyes gaze smugly into Sandra's blue eyes. "Honey, the only gay one is that waiter, he was just trying to get you off his scent." She says with an evil smile, and walks back to George.
"She's in denial. Five bucks says, that we will be hearing about it tomorrow." Veronica says.
"I don't think we can bet, when we all agree, but we can start a pool as to when she will tell us she found out he was a queer." Viper answers.
"I'm in." Sandra says.
"Me too, " Viper answers.
(more to come)