p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Chapter 10/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"August 2006/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Natalie's fingers drummed against the wheel of the car her buddy Aaron had stolen from his parents. She kept throwing glances at the liquor store she parked in front of, fearing that her friends had somehow been taken down. Her fist clenched and she hit the wheel, knowing she shouldn't have trusted them./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The brunette had only a few people she could call her friends in all of San Andreas and all of them had the same ideals of a more dangerous, exciting life. Little did she know they would eventually leave behind that gal for domestication./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"And most of them had cornered her and convinced her to be their ride for their stickup job. So all 4 of them piled into the station wagon and made their way to pillage for booze and petty cash. She was tasked with what they said was the easiest part of the job, but secretly they chose her because she was the only one who didn't have a single accident on their record./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She heard the door to the store they had planned to rob swing open, the boys running out, in their arms were bags full of alcohol and those days earnings. They rushed back into the car, yelling at her to start driving. Nat slammed her foot on the gas and the car lurched and then sped forward. She glanced at the rear view mirror and saw the owner of the store come running out just as they sped away. She felt a tinge of guilt for the guy, she knew the store wasn't doing too well, but she ignored it. It was too late to feel bad about it, she did it and she knew even if the what they gained from it wasn't worth the effort, the adventure of it was./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She made a sharp turn left to head towards the highway and hide among the 18-wheelers, running a red light that got a few car horns going from pissed off motorists. Her crew was dead silent while she sped away, the tension and nervousness was palpable inside the car, everyone waiting until they were in the clear./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Natalie made a few more turns, they all jostled and pressed against the doors from how reckless she was driving until the last turn to speed out of Paleto was in sight. She could feel her friends leaning forward, their breaths catching in their throats. A grin crept across her face, she couldn't believe they were almost in the clear./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She ignored her turn signal once more, quickly turning the wheel but was unable to miss the passing police cruiser responding to the robbery. She slammed right into the side, effectively T-boning the cruiser. The air bags went up, she could feel the sharp pain of glass and her seat belt biting into her torso. Cursing was heard from the back of the car as her two friends hit head first into the back of the front seats./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She slowly sat back to see what she had done. There were two officers in the cruiser she smacked right into, they looked okay but still dazed from what had happened. Her friends cursed and complained of their broken loot and no means of escape. She felt her heart drop down into her stomach, feeling nothing but the awful sensation of having fucked up big /br /"What the fuck are you doing?" She heard her friend Aaron bark at her from the passenger's seat. She didn't even notice herself reaching for the mask on his /br /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She swiped it off his head, fitting it on herself instead before she unfastened her seat belt and scrambled out of the car. She heard her out of commission friends yelling at her as she bailed out. She wasn't going to jail for some booze, no way, she couldn't. She ran, having nothing she needed so leaving everything behind. She ran straight out of Paleto, her feet pounding on pavement until she made it to the nearby forest. Only stopping and checking if she'd been followed after she dove into a bush. She heard sirens, but none come towards her./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The brunette sank down onto the forest floor and ripped the mask back off her head, not caring about the damp sinking into her clothes or the leaves tangling themselves in her hair. She looked up towards the obscured sky as she caught her breath. Her heart ached from failure and the overexertion, her lungs felt like they burned when she breathed. She looked back towards the direction she fleed, feeling a sickly feeling from fleeing her crew, but if they had been in the position she was, she was sure they would do the same./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She got back up after what felt like hours, the sun was setting and she had a long walk back home. If she even wanted to go home. What could be waiting for her in Paleto made her beyond nervous, but she had no place to go except for the seaside suburbia. She decided then and there that she needed to leave. Natalie had no means of escape, but perhaps maybe a month tops staying with her parents would be enough to provide her what she needed. But only if her friends didn't rat her out, and she prayed they didn't./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She sat on one of the little bar stool by the kitchen's island. She had spent most the day taking care of laundry, and now that the last load tumbled in the dryer she took a break. She found an older bottle of wine hidden in the cabinets by the stove, Franklin didn't seem like much of a wine snob, so she assumed it was left behind from the previous owner. She decided to try it out and have more than just one glass, after all, drinking was a rather enjoyable vice of hers and she was never above day drinking. She looked over a fashion magazine that was dated a year back, once again, left behind by previous owners./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Looking over the magazine page she found a tall, slender woman in a strapless red dress that hugged the model's thin curves perfectly, she had a black and white fur coat wrapped around her that was so large it could've very well been the same weight as her. She looked to the dress with mild envy. She couldn't help it, she always had a taste for fashion despite her wardrobe being mostly tank tops and booty shorts. Still, she sometimes dreamed of going to events where an evening gown was required, but would shake them away. That wasn't the life for her, she chose a dirty life, and mud was difficult to get out of fur./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Natalie figured she was getting her taste of excess by spending the past two weeks with Frank. It had been a breeze despite the fact that sleep was still hard to come by. But there seemed to be plenty to do in the house to keep her occupied when her bed gave no comfort. She felt safe there, in the first few days she stayed vigilant for the sound of motorcycles coming by, but the only one that seemed to come near was Franklin's./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"So she let her hair down a little, her gun was still always by her side just as Trevor had told her to do, becoming almost a companion to her. There was no way of her practicing her aim while she was stuck there and she silently worried that her already low skill was getting rusty, however, she seemed to have reloading and clicking the safety on and off down to a science./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Trevor hadn't spoken to her since her left her behind and she feared he had forgotten her. Frank reassured her plenty despite the fact she had never voiced those fears to anyone but Chop, who she would often spend time with to dull the loneliness. Frank had caught up with Trevor a few times for small jobs, but there was no update on the situation in Sandy Shores. Natalie had expected something to happen by then, even if it meant The Lost pulling into the driveway, but it seemed this was going to take much longer than she thought./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Her train of thought was interrupted with Frank coming through the door. He smiled at her in greeting, she was a welcome face in his home by then. She had done more than her share in helping around the house when he never asked her to, they became friends quickly, "Hey Natalie, did you make dinner?"br /br /She shook her head, turning a page to another fashion spread, "Nope, not yet." She usually did make dinner, another gift to Franklin for being a gracious host./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"He lifted a large plastic bag in his hand, "Don't worry about it, I got take out from Sal's."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Natalie felt a grin grow across her face, he had ordered from there before and got her some kind of lobster stuffed ravioli that was the best she ever had. She closed her magazine and grabbed the bag from him, taking out the series of boxes and grabbing plates for them, he chuckled, "You don't have to serve me, you know."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She smiled and shrugged, getting his plate set up anyways before handing it over to him, he said a quick thanks and made his way to the couch. She followed soon enough and handed him over a beer from the fridge, having gotten one for herself along with her own plate. She sat down, turning on the TV, "Oh, Lamar called, his message is on the machine. He mentioned something about a girl named Tanisha."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The satisfied look on his face from his food change to a small frown, "Oh." Was all he said, the tone in his voice piqued her /br /She raised a brow, speaking with food in her mouth, "Who's Tanisha?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"He frowned a little more, sipping his beer to either wash down his food or delay his answer, but she couldn't tell, "Old friend of mine."br /br /She blinked, there was the edge of coldness when he spoke, "Did she screw you over or something."br /br /Frank laughed, it didn't sound like there was much humor in it, "You could say that." He sighed, looking to his food, he didn't look too hungry anymore, "She was my girlfriend up until she figured she was too good for me."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh." Was all she could say at first, before shaking her head, "What a bitch."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"He let out another laugh, this time with humor at her sudden brashness. His body had tensed at the mention of his ex but now he relaxed, resting back into the couch, "Well I wouldn't say all that..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She smiled at him, glad she got the mood back, "You deserve better, Frank." She said with finality, sitting her plate down on the coffee table, she got up and went into the kitchen, "This beer isn't doing it for me, want something stronger?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"He looked at his bottle before looking back at her and nodding, abandoning his food as well and following her into the kitchen, "Yeah, I think I got something."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The taller man rifled through a cupboard to find a nice large bottle that was sure to get them the perfect amount of dizzy and /br /They didn't bother to return back to the living room, finding themselves a seat on top of the island where they could share their bottle. Franklin gestured to the magazine still lying there, "Do you want me to get you another one of those?"br /br /She shook her head, taking the first sip of her share, it was strong and burned before it even went down her throat, "No, its okay, I found plenty."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Franklin took the bottle from her, "I didn't think you liked that sort of thing..." He took a drink before he realized what he said, "I mean, you dress good and all, but y'know, those 'high fashion' magazines just don't seem like your thing."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She smiled, grabbing the bottle once again, "Nice save. I like them, I'd like to think I could pull off what they're wearing."br /br /He raised a brow, "You don't think you can?"br /br /She shook her head, "Too short, firstly. I don't have the bodies they have either. Plus the whole thing about cash."br /br /He laughed softly, "Man, every girl thinks they don't look good enough. You look great Natalie, you can wear whatever you want. Yknow, if you can afford it."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"br /She grinned at him, nudging his arm with hers, handing him over the bottle, "You think I look great, Frank?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"br /He returned the grin, "Well I'm not blind. Yeah, you look great." He drank and then gave the bottle back, "So what's up with you and Trevor; why he care so much about keeping you safe? You two datin' or somethin'?"br /br /She laughed, "Oh hardly." She shook her head, making her laughter die down, "Well, I work for him. Hiding some stuff of his. I don't know why he cares so much, honestly. I know how he treats other people so it's kinda weird he's doing all this right?"br /br /He nodded, "Yeah, that's what I was thinkin'..." He smiled a little more, "Maybe he got a crush on you."br /br /"Like you do?" She teased /br /"What? Please." He smiled shaking his head, though something told her he might have been lying a little. Sure, as he said before, she looked great, and occasionally she would catch him looking at some part of her that he meant for her not to see. She saw it as innocent enough, not thinking into it much until just then. She wondered...br /br /She took another drink, this time drinking until the burn became too much and she winced away, "That didn't sound very confident, Frank."br /br /He smirked and shrugged lazily, "It is what it is."br /br /They didn't say much after, the deal seeming to be already planned out and set in their head. They drank together for only a short while until they both gained a decent buzz. They retired the bottle back into the cupboard before they ventured downstairs and into Franklin's bed room./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"August 2006/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Natalie's fingers drummed against the wheel of the car her buddy Aaron had stolen from his parents. She kept throwing glances at the liquor store she parked in front of, fearing that her friends had somehow been taken down. Her fist clenched and she hit the wheel, knowing she shouldn't have trusted them./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The brunette had only a few people she could call her friends in all of San Andreas and all of them had the same ideals of a more dangerous, exciting life. Little did she know they would eventually leave behind that gal for domestication./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"And most of them had cornered her and convinced her to be their ride for their stickup job. So all 4 of them piled into the station wagon and made their way to pillage for booze and petty cash. She was tasked with what they said was the easiest part of the job, but secretly they chose her because she was the only one who didn't have a single accident on their record./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She heard the door to the store they had planned to rob swing open, the boys running out, in their arms were bags full of alcohol and those days earnings. They rushed back into the car, yelling at her to start driving. Nat slammed her foot on the gas and the car lurched and then sped forward. She glanced at the rear view mirror and saw the owner of the store come running out just as they sped away. She felt a tinge of guilt for the guy, she knew the store wasn't doing too well, but she ignored it. It was too late to feel bad about it, she did it and she knew even if the what they gained from it wasn't worth the effort, the adventure of it was./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She made a sharp turn left to head towards the highway and hide among the 18-wheelers, running a red light that got a few car horns going from pissed off motorists. Her crew was dead silent while she sped away, the tension and nervousness was palpable inside the car, everyone waiting until they were in the clear./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Natalie made a few more turns, they all jostled and pressed against the doors from how reckless she was driving until the last turn to speed out of Paleto was in sight. She could feel her friends leaning forward, their breaths catching in their throats. A grin crept across her face, she couldn't believe they were almost in the clear./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She ignored her turn signal once more, quickly turning the wheel but was unable to miss the passing police cruiser responding to the robbery. She slammed right into the side, effectively T-boning the cruiser. The air bags went up, she could feel the sharp pain of glass and her seat belt biting into her torso. Cursing was heard from the back of the car as her two friends hit head first into the back of the front seats./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She slowly sat back to see what she had done. There were two officers in the cruiser she smacked right into, they looked okay but still dazed from what had happened. Her friends cursed and complained of their broken loot and no means of escape. She felt her heart drop down into her stomach, feeling nothing but the awful sensation of having fucked up big /br /"What the fuck are you doing?" She heard her friend Aaron bark at her from the passenger's seat. She didn't even notice herself reaching for the mask on his /br /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She swiped it off his head, fitting it on herself instead before she unfastened her seat belt and scrambled out of the car. She heard her out of commission friends yelling at her as she bailed out. She wasn't going to jail for some booze, no way, she couldn't. She ran, having nothing she needed so leaving everything behind. She ran straight out of Paleto, her feet pounding on pavement until she made it to the nearby forest. Only stopping and checking if she'd been followed after she dove into a bush. She heard sirens, but none come towards her./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The brunette sank down onto the forest floor and ripped the mask back off her head, not caring about the damp sinking into her clothes or the leaves tangling themselves in her hair. She looked up towards the obscured sky as she caught her breath. Her heart ached from failure and the overexertion, her lungs felt like they burned when she breathed. She looked back towards the direction she fleed, feeling a sickly feeling from fleeing her crew, but if they had been in the position she was, she was sure they would do the same./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She got back up after what felt like hours, the sun was setting and she had a long walk back home. If she even wanted to go home. What could be waiting for her in Paleto made her beyond nervous, but she had no place to go except for the seaside suburbia. She decided then and there that she needed to leave. Natalie had no means of escape, but perhaps maybe a month tops staying with her parents would be enough to provide her what she needed. But only if her friends didn't rat her out, and she prayed they didn't./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She sat on one of the little bar stool by the kitchen's island. She had spent most the day taking care of laundry, and now that the last load tumbled in the dryer she took a break. She found an older bottle of wine hidden in the cabinets by the stove, Franklin didn't seem like much of a wine snob, so she assumed it was left behind from the previous owner. She decided to try it out and have more than just one glass, after all, drinking was a rather enjoyable vice of hers and she was never above day drinking. She looked over a fashion magazine that was dated a year back, once again, left behind by previous owners./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Looking over the magazine page she found a tall, slender woman in a strapless red dress that hugged the model's thin curves perfectly, she had a black and white fur coat wrapped around her that was so large it could've very well been the same weight as her. She looked to the dress with mild envy. She couldn't help it, she always had a taste for fashion despite her wardrobe being mostly tank tops and booty shorts. Still, she sometimes dreamed of going to events where an evening gown was required, but would shake them away. That wasn't the life for her, she chose a dirty life, and mud was difficult to get out of fur./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Natalie figured she was getting her taste of excess by spending the past two weeks with Frank. It had been a breeze despite the fact that sleep was still hard to come by. But there seemed to be plenty to do in the house to keep her occupied when her bed gave no comfort. She felt safe there, in the first few days she stayed vigilant for the sound of motorcycles coming by, but the only one that seemed to come near was Franklin's./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"So she let her hair down a little, her gun was still always by her side just as Trevor had told her to do, becoming almost a companion to her. There was no way of her practicing her aim while she was stuck there and she silently worried that her already low skill was getting rusty, however, she seemed to have reloading and clicking the safety on and off down to a science./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Trevor hadn't spoken to her since her left her behind and she feared he had forgotten her. Frank reassured her plenty despite the fact she had never voiced those fears to anyone but Chop, who she would often spend time with to dull the loneliness. Frank had caught up with Trevor a few times for small jobs, but there was no update on the situation in Sandy Shores. Natalie had expected something to happen by then, even if it meant The Lost pulling into the driveway, but it seemed this was going to take much longer than she thought./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Her train of thought was interrupted with Frank coming through the door. He smiled at her in greeting, she was a welcome face in his home by then. She had done more than her share in helping around the house when he never asked her to, they became friends quickly, "Hey Natalie, did you make dinner?"br /br /She shook her head, turning a page to another fashion spread, "Nope, not yet." She usually did make dinner, another gift to Franklin for being a gracious host./p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"He lifted a large plastic bag in his hand, "Don't worry about it, I got take out from Sal's."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Natalie felt a grin grow across her face, he had ordered from there before and got her some kind of lobster stuffed ravioli that was the best she ever had. She closed her magazine and grabbed the bag from him, taking out the series of boxes and grabbing plates for them, he chuckled, "You don't have to serve me, you know."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She smiled and shrugged, getting his plate set up anyways before handing it over to him, he said a quick thanks and made his way to the couch. She followed soon enough and handed him over a beer from the fridge, having gotten one for herself along with her own plate. She sat down, turning on the TV, "Oh, Lamar called, his message is on the machine. He mentioned something about a girl named Tanisha."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The satisfied look on his face from his food change to a small frown, "Oh." Was all he said, the tone in his voice piqued her /br /She raised a brow, speaking with food in her mouth, "Who's Tanisha?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"He frowned a little more, sipping his beer to either wash down his food or delay his answer, but she couldn't tell, "Old friend of mine."br /br /She blinked, there was the edge of coldness when he spoke, "Did she screw you over or something."br /br /Frank laughed, it didn't sound like there was much humor in it, "You could say that." He sighed, looking to his food, he didn't look too hungry anymore, "She was my girlfriend up until she figured she was too good for me."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh." Was all she could say at first, before shaking her head, "What a bitch."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"He let out another laugh, this time with humor at her sudden brashness. His body had tensed at the mention of his ex but now he relaxed, resting back into the couch, "Well I wouldn't say all that..."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She smiled at him, glad she got the mood back, "You deserve better, Frank." She said with finality, sitting her plate down on the coffee table, she got up and went into the kitchen, "This beer isn't doing it for me, want something stronger?"/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"He looked at his bottle before looking back at her and nodding, abandoning his food as well and following her into the kitchen, "Yeah, I think I got something."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The taller man rifled through a cupboard to find a nice large bottle that was sure to get them the perfect amount of dizzy and /br /They didn't bother to return back to the living room, finding themselves a seat on top of the island where they could share their bottle. Franklin gestured to the magazine still lying there, "Do you want me to get you another one of those?"br /br /She shook her head, taking the first sip of her share, it was strong and burned before it even went down her throat, "No, its okay, I found plenty."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Franklin took the bottle from her, "I didn't think you liked that sort of thing..." He took a drink before he realized what he said, "I mean, you dress good and all, but y'know, those 'high fashion' magazines just don't seem like your thing."/p
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p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She smiled, grabbing the bottle once again, "Nice save. I like them, I'd like to think I could pull off what they're wearing."br /br /He raised a brow, "You don't think you can?"br /br /She shook her head, "Too short, firstly. I don't have the bodies they have either. Plus the whole thing about cash."br /br /He laughed softly, "Man, every girl thinks they don't look good enough. You look great Natalie, you can wear whatever you want. Yknow, if you can afford it."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"br /She grinned at him, nudging his arm with hers, handing him over the bottle, "You think I look great, Frank?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"br /He returned the grin, "Well I'm not blind. Yeah, you look great." He drank and then gave the bottle back, "So what's up with you and Trevor; why he care so much about keeping you safe? You two datin' or somethin'?"br /br /She laughed, "Oh hardly." She shook her head, making her laughter die down, "Well, I work for him. Hiding some stuff of his. I don't know why he cares so much, honestly. I know how he treats other people so it's kinda weird he's doing all this right?"br /br /He nodded, "Yeah, that's what I was thinkin'..." He smiled a little more, "Maybe he got a crush on you."br /br /"Like you do?" She teased /br /"What? Please." He smiled shaking his head, though something told her he might have been lying a little. Sure, as he said before, she looked great, and occasionally she would catch him looking at some part of her that he meant for her not to see. She saw it as innocent enough, not thinking into it much until just then. She wondered...br /br /She took another drink, this time drinking until the burn became too much and she winced away, "That didn't sound very confident, Frank."br /br /He smirked and shrugged lazily, "It is what it is."br /br /They didn't say much after, the deal seeming to be already planned out and set in their head. They drank together for only a short while until they both gained a decent buzz. They retired the bottle back into the cupboard before they ventured downstairs and into Franklin's bed room./p