tara—maclay:

I think it’s a nice name.

It’s, um… it’s Latin. But sure! Hey, Fran! Are you from around here?

Latin? Now what the hell were two Southerners thinkin’ when they up and named their daughter with somethin’ from a fancy language like that. I am fit to be tied with that confusion, but—

   I am. Not born and raised, but I’ve been here long enough to dislike the freakshow goin’ on. And what about yaself?

(Source: groovytune)

tara—maclay:

Oh.

I mean, thanks. Um, so… I’m Tara. Who’re you?

Heh, you’re very welcome Tara.

   My name’s Francesca, but please call me Fran. I feel like a gal that belongs in a nursin’ home when people say Francesca.

(Source: groovytune)

You have really pretty eyes.

Aw, thanks sugar! I can definitely say the same about yours.~

Impressions || Francesca & Robbyn

ihatemynewjob:

Alright, so Francesca wasn’t vampire’s no. 1 fan, but at least she didn’t seem to be blinded by hate either. Sure, Robbyn was hoping to see a little more enthusiasm on the blonde’s part, but she smiled nonetheless when she received her answer. Interesting was a good starting point, and it probably would be enough for Teeth, right? She felt obligated to shake her head at Francesca’s next question.

“Crazy? What, because you’re interested in them? No, of course! It’s perfectly normal. Or… Well, at least I hope it is, you know?” Robbyn paused, scratching her chin with a pensive expression before shrugging. “Not that I care. If you want to know what I think about vampires and demons and stuff… I like them: as long as they don’t do anything bad we’re more than fine.” Again she giggled, getting closer to Francesca and lowering her voice. “They do have cool powers, you know? At least some of them. So yeah, they can be pretty fascinating.” Robbyn sat again properly on her chair, taking her time to add. “Not that I’m an expert. It’s just that Teeth lets you meet a lot of them. Vampires and demons and stuff like that.”  Robbyn was obviously about to tell more, but she was interrupted by the arrival of an impatient waitress.

“I’ll have what she’s having.” She simply said, pointing to Francesca. Normally she would’ve taken her sweet time deciding what to order, but the waitress really didn’t seem as cheerful and nice as waitresses were supposed to be. When she was gone Robbyn turned again her words into a friendly whisper. “See that one? That’s definitely not a good waitress. Too grumpy.” She took a quick glance in the waitress’ direction before continuing. “You see, if she worked at Teeth our customers would probably try to eat her. You don’t want to make a demon nervous.” Robbyn took a little time studying Francesca’s reaction, trying to look casual while doing it. Sure, Francesca seemed pretty cool, but not everyone was willing to put up with the weird things that she saw at Teeth on a daily basis. “Because you see, Teeth’s a club for demons and humans and  vampires and everything else you can think of. Everyone’s allowed and welcomed there. That’s why I asked you how you feel about the supernatural.”

It was just a couple of seconds later that she realized how dangerous a place like that sounded, so she was quick to raise both her hands as if trying to stop Francesca from replying just yet. “It’s really not so bad, though: we have security, and cameras, and everyone’s usually pretty decent, so it’s just like a regular club. It’s just that our customers are sometimes a little greener than usual, you know? So… Should I ask my boss if you can come and play? Or if we need more waitresses, I could ask him that as well.”

At the approval of her ‘interest’ in the supernatural, and the dismissal of the insane possibility, the blonde couldn’t help but smile a little too wide for comfort. Her interests in them always felt misplaced, knowing too well what the outcome of ending up down the wrong alley with one usually led to; and the death of her first, and somewhat only, friend in Cleveland shouldn’t let her vengeful; but Fran rarely hated anything outside of certain music genres, and she wasn’t going to start now. But with the satisfaction came a slight twist of disapproval from her end to what information followed the comments: Teeth being armed to the teeth (no pun intended) with demons of every kind. But before she could protest, the praise that came from the brunettes end of the ones with super powers threw her in for a loop. A hand raised to scratch at her head, then a low laugh came from her lips. If she was a demon, which obviously wasn’t the case, she’d probably think highly of her kind like the way some humans still tried to act like they were on the top of the food chain. And if Teeth catered to that crowd, she’d have to take it for what it was worth - especially with the change of scenery she needed. Ricochet wasn’t getting any younger, and she wasn’t gonna be getting that much older anytime soon.

But every time she tried to muster up a reply for the other, she stopped mid-mouth opening and listened; half-amused and half-wondering why she was trying to desperately convince Fran that Teeth wasn’t as bad as it sounded. She propped her elbow on the table, hand keeping her head up as she smiled and watched Robbyn intently; mentally giggling at the nervous reactions and quick replies to her own comments. But after the last hastily-defensive reply and question that followed, she laughed again but of a much louder baritone. Robbyn was interesting, to say the least, and her talk of bad waitresses being eaten and Teeth had Fran peg her as the dedicated type; and being the dedicated lover Fran was in the music department, she couldn’t possibly reject the idea of working together with her. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off with their not-too-pleased waitress and the placement of their requests with a slight slam as she did—earning a glare from a blonde but not a tongue lashing. If she had been by herself, sure, she could risk the humiliation and argument that would’ve come to fruition; but for the sake of new company, and not scaring off a new friend, she held back and returned her focus to Robbyn with a smile again.

If there was one thing she could say she mastered over the years, it was being ignorant to the ignorant fucks that deserved it.

   ”Listen, if it’s a regular ol’ club like ya say—I’ll take ya word on it.”

She paused to take a bite of the danish, eyes lighting up at the taste that graced her tongue’s palette and the too-far-good sweetness of it.

   ”But I’ll leave decidin’ what I’d be better off doin’ in your hands. I’d love to play, but I’d rather not get my hopes up and end up quittin’ my job at Ric’s over somethin’ silly like that.”

(Source: groovytune)

(Source: lycanvirgin)