[Frank isn't much of a party guy. Or rather, the parties he's tended toward in the last few years have involved hot beer, sand, and MREs for food and 100% guys, shower-optional. It's not that he hates parties--he's just, you know, bad at them.
Still, he knows how to dress for swanky and the closet manages a decent version of Marine mess dress, though, he hadn't updated his medals in...for fucking ever. It's close enough, because honestly, no one comes to parties to look at men--not when the ladies are dressed like, well, that. ]
How's the hand? [Smooth conversation starter, right? Last time he'd seen her, that had been the distraction of choice when she'd turned the tables on him.]
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Still, he knows how to dress for swanky and the closet manages a decent version of Marine mess dress, though, he hadn't updated his medals in...for fucking ever. It's close enough, because honestly, no one comes to parties to look at men--not when the ladies are dressed like, well, that. ]
How's the hand? [Smooth conversation starter, right? Last time he'd seen her, that had been the distraction of choice when she'd turned the tables on him.]