There is no great genius

“I always knew that you were into me” Frankie stated in a cocky tone, smirking at the other woman before her. She knew, of course, what Mallory was referring to and she knew that the mistletoe didn’t confirm whether the other was actually into her or not. But that also didn’t mean that Frankie couldn’t play around and tease the other a bit. “First you asked me to dance with you at the wedding, then you sent me that nude- which I still have by the way, and now you want us to kiss” Oh the thought of kissing Mallory would be so satisfying, as the dancer didn’t even understand how they haven’t kissed before. Actually- have they kissed before? Maybe they have maybe they haven’t, who knows! Frankie was honestly a bit drunk right now to bother to try and remember. Instead, the smaller of the two leaned up, wrapping her arms around Mallory’s neck and pulling her down for a kiss. 

She was frustrated and tired, and the only thing Frankie wanted to do right now was to sit alone and drink in piece. But with the holidays so near and with everyone for some reason feeling so jolly and happy, all she could do was roll her eyes in disgust. “Christmas! Pfft, who fucking needs it” she exclaimed to no one but herself as she chugged down what was probably her fourth glass now. Not wanting to stay here any longer, Frankie slapped a couple of pounds onto the counter and stood up from her stool. She was then about to make her way out of the bar, bumping shoulders with someone when she suddenly felt her arm being grasp. “Huh?” Hardly hearing her words, the brunette turned to gaze at a blonde before looking at where she was pointing out. A mistletoe. She frowned. “Look! I don’t mind making out with a stranger and all, but now isn’t the time, so if you can let go than that would be great!” she stated, pulling away. Frankie then turned to leave once more, taking a few steps away from the blonde when she decided to stop. “...Ah, fuck it!” As much as she would rather go home and brood the rest of the night away, the blonde was hot and maybe making out with her would commentate how crappy this night has been. So without warning, Frankie swirled around to face the blonde once again and just pulled her in for a hard and long kiss.

“Well what do you know? A mistletoe” The older of the two couldn’t help but muse, as she took a peak at what hang above them. She was never one to care about traditions, not bothering whether she was under a mistletoe with someone and if they had to kiss or not. But seeing how the younger female decided to point it out, Frankie couldn’t help but feel as amused. Did Miles little friend want to kiss her too? “Are you pointing it out because you want us to kiss, or because you find mistletoes amusing?” She asked. “Because I’m okay with either or- although us kissing sounds like an interesting and fun thing to do, don’t you think?” She knew that Miles had a small thing for this girl, so it might be weird to kiss her. But being his self assigned older sister that she is, she might as well see how good of a kisser Blaze was if her Skittish were to ever date her. So with a smirk, Frankie placed her hands against the other’s cheek and pulled her in close.

Viktoriya:

Not even bothering to gaze up at the mistletoe that hang above them, the only thing the dancer did was arch an eyebrow at the older female. “Why Viktoriya, don’t tell me you actually want a kiss from little old me?” Frankie asked in a not so bashful kind of way. She smirked. “And here I thought that you were completely happy with that boyfriend of yours! Should have known that you were secretly into me and wanted us to kiss.” After stating this, the brunette didn’t hesitate to move closer towards the other, their faces so close together that all she had to do was lean over and they’ll kiss. “I suppose one little kiss would hurt- right?” Not bothering to hide her laugh, Frankie finally closed the gap between them and gave her friend a brief kiss on the lips.

India:

The moment those words escaped the other female’s lips, Frankie took a moment to gaze up above them and finally noticed the mistletoe. Eyes widening slightly in interest, the dancer shifted her gaze back towards the other and smirked. “A mistletoe. How interesting, didn’t even realize that was hang above us” she admitted, shrugging nonchalantly. She then placed a hand against her hips, staring intensely at India as Frankie made no movements on initiating the kiss, although it was obvious that was what they were suppose to do when one was under the mistletoe. “Unless you want me to kiss you, you better come over here and plant a good one on me. And just to let you know, you better not disappoint.” She was mostly teasing of course. But as India moved in closer to her without any hesitation and not even a moment later, both females were kissing. 

“Well, if I can’t say myself than what’s the point in me answering this at all? But fine, I’ll play your game and answer your question. I would say that Mallory has the best arse in town, although Alex’s and Myra’s doesn’t look too bad either.”

“Give yourself more credit than that Franks, I did hear about you and a certain boy. You should’ve stayed with me in London though, we could’ve gotten up to some trouble.”

“Unless you are referring to Skittish, then I have no idea what boy you are talking about. And if you are, then I suppose you are right— I have been spending a lot more time with him. Too little too late though, don’t you think Alex? But maybe next time when you go I can tag along and we can cause some mischief here and there.”

“You must have really left your brain at that wedding because did you not hear what I just said? I do not give up. The very idea makes me cringe. I don’t want to waste my efforts, but I have my dyado wrapped around my finger and he won’t care as long it keeps me happy. You say stubborn little minx like it’s a bad thing when we both know that it’s what makes me so lovable. All I’ll have to do is pout and pretend to be upset over it and he’ll jump in the car and go to the store for me. Everyone who is at the grocery store may not know me, so who is to say I won’t run into one of the people who doesn’t know how scary I can be? Granted, I would do more than run over them with my shopping cart in return, but you’re missing the point here, Franks.”

Taking a deep breath, Miles braced himself for what was to come. He didn’t talk about this. It was easier to pretend that things were perfect at home. Both he and his father had become so calculated that others were none the wiser. For some unknown reason however, he felt safer with Frankie. “Ja,” he murmured with a nod in the affirmative. His breath caught in the back of throat at the latter part. His voice suddenly became shakier  than usual. Generally, he was comfortable with her, but this weakened the feeling. “H-he was just r-really uh… he was just angry and he h-had a lot to um.. he was uh… drunk. He wouldn’t have um.. done it soberly.” And he wouldn’t have, but only because he knew it would be noticed. “It’s not a uh big deal,” he assured her, in part believing it himself. He was used to it.

“Your sass is showing, and I like it. I’m not nearly drunk enough to tell you what happened but you can fill me in on everything that is going on with you, because sisters.”

“Oh love, I would fill you in if there was actually anything for me to fill you in on. Life has been extremely dry and dull lately, nothing eventful happened during the weeks you were absent.”

His brows furrowed; his name sounding almost foreign. And maybe it was, coming from her at least. Instinctively, he went to stuff his hands in his pocket. Only one fit, coaxing a sigh from him. He needed to tell her the truth– but this was something he hadn’t talked with anyone about. “I-I… fell. I got into a fight with Mein Papa and I– uh, fell.” It wasn’t a lie– an omission, maybe.

“Excuse you again, but Viktoriya Elisaveta Dragov does not give up. The words ‘give up’ are not in my vocabulary. I will do this even if it takes me all night– or at least until I run out of popcorn. Whichever. Hey! It isn’t an excuse if it’s the truth, Franks. Oh, right, I must have forgotten that you left your mind behind at the reception. That explains your outrageous suggestion. I am not afraid of getting run over by a shopping cart, it’s just not that high on my ‘to-do-list’ for the night. Besides, my ‘poor old granddad’ is Bulgarian and intimidating, whereas I am small and sometimes adorable. He has the advantage because no one will try to run him over with a shopping cart.”

“I-I’m fine,” he lied again, his gaze averting from hers immediately. “I fell yesterday,” Miles shrugged dismissively.