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It was around two thirty in the afternoon that she opened her eyes and decided that enough was enough. She jumped out of bed, got dressed and grabbed her purse. Maybe she should just head to the park and have a spliff. Perhaps get some reading done there instead of trapped inside the house. What the fuck happened to impromptu parties anyway? Being an adult could be quite boring sometimes. Ozzy was starting to grow impatient and needing a walk so she used that as a perfect excuse to get the fuck out and get some air. “Come on boy, lets go.” She grabbed his leash and snapped it around his collar before stepping out the door. The pup kept tugging her and getting distracted by the people around. She was juggling a cigarette in one hand and the leash in the other as they turned the corner towards the park when Ozzy stopped suddenly and started to sniff around some girl, almost moving up her skirt in the process. “Shit, sorry. He’s a real twat sometimes. Ozzy, quit it.”

She stopped on the way between her scouting for flats at a local shop. They placed a small stand on the patio to serve coffee which Franky desperately needed now. The weather was slightly warmer, enough to wear tights and a skirt again for her work. She was near ready to make her order when she felt sharp nails on her leg and a few blows of air. She would’ve jumped had she not seen the leash next to the furry little animal. Franky smiled, even if the dog was half way up her leg anyway. “Hi there.” Franky knelt down and started to pet the pup. The girl apologized, but she waved it off. None of it mattered. Dogs were dogs. “It’s okay. He’s cute. What’s his name, Ozzy you said?” Franky grinned and looked back at the barista waiting with a smile herself. “Oh, small coffee please. Do you have whipped cream? Could I have a cup for him?” Franky pointed down to the panting pup. “I’m Franky, I hope it’s okay if he has some.” Franky was handed the cup of whipped cream straight away and she offered it to the girl standing next to her.

Her eyes drifted from the dog to the coffee shop in front of her and suddenly she was feeling the need for caffeine. She introduced herself as Franky and Effy smiled. It wasn’t the most common name. Possibly short for something but just Franky seemed to fit her just fine. “I’m Effy. And yeah, he’s got a bit of a sweet tooth.” When the cup of whipped cream was set on the floor Ozzy jumped right in, sticking his nose into the mug and making a complete mess of his face. Effy didn’t mind. It was an easy clean up. The barista turned to Effy and asked if she wanted anything and she ordered a small black coffee for herself. “Cream and sugar, please.” Ozzy was distracted with his treat so the chances of walking away right now were next to null. Gave her the opportunity to chat with this girl. Franky seemed interesting. She had a little something that stood out but Effy couldn’t really put her finger on what that was. “Do have any pets, Franky?”

“No, actually I’ve never had a pet.” Of course, the reason behind that was the multiple care homes she had been in, but she didn’t want to mention that. “I was thinking about it. Maybe a kitten… no, young cat. I’ve never taken care of a dog before so I don’t think I’d be very good at it.” Franky set her coffee down and took a seat at the small table. “You can join if you want. I don’t have anywhere to be. Plus your dog is adorable.” Franky pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the puppy with cream all over his face. “Where did you get him? Shelter or something?”

Franky invited her over and Effy just thought , fuck it. Wouldn’t hurt to make a new mate. Other than Naomi, Effy didn’t really have female friends. Something about them that she just found irksome. They were far too catty for her own good. And lets be real, Effy could be a real bitch from time to times and girls did not like that. Here goes nothing. She moved towards the table to take the seat across from Frankie. Ozzy was getting his sugar high and moving around in circles but she knew he would grow tired eventually. “No shelter. My ex found him under a bridge and thought he would make a good gift. A pick me upper.” Effy tasted her coffee, which wasn’t great but it was going to get the job done. “Yunno, if you want a dog you should try it out. You never know what you can or can’t do unless you give it a shot.”

“Yunno, if you want a dog you should try it out. You never know what you can or can’t do unless you give it a shot.” Franky laughed as Ozzy started to itch as his ear until he fell over onto his back. “Depends on the size. I just got a job actually. Looking for a flat too. Maybe around this area, studio. Maybe a cat wouldn’t work out either. Litter box…” Franky shook her head. A pet sounded nice, but she needed to make sure she could take care of herself first. Franky barely got back on her feet. “I hate so say this, because it happens to me often. Have I seen you before? You look familiar. Did you work over at the pub on first?” Franky narrowed her eyes so she could place the face, but it wasn’t working. This girl was drop dead pretty, but Franky was too nervous to say so. The familiarity was true, but the face seemed lost.

“Yunno, I’ve got a friend who was thinking about renting a room in her flat. If you don’t mind having a roommate I could give you her number.” Effy thought about Naomi living alone in that house. They talked about the possibility of having people live there for both the company and just to have some extra income. “I hate to say this, because it happens to me often. Have I seen you before? You look familiar. Did you work over at the pub on first?” Effy narrowed her eyes to think and have a good look at the girl. She didn’t seem familiar. Franky had that look that was pretty memorable. “The pub on first? The one with the bartender who looks like a fat Adam Levine? I’ve never worked there but I am very fond of their beer.”

“About your mate. Where does she live? Like is it a boarding house or something? Not that I’m not interested. I don’t want to be far from Bristol. Plus salary is a little low. I-I just started working at the rehabilitation clinic down the road. Not a dream job, but something to do while I wait for things to kick off.” She considered going back to school, but it would have to wait a little longer. Bristol university had it’s good points and bad. It wasn’t like Oxford, but it wasn’t far either. Franky decided going too far from home seemed like the wrong step lately.

It was around two thirty in the afternoon that she opened her eyes and decided that enough was enough. She jumped out of bed, got dressed and grabbed her purse. Maybe she should just head to the park and have a spliff. Perhaps get some reading done there instead of trapped inside the house. What the fuck happened to impromptu parties anyway? Being an adult could be quite boring sometimes. Ozzy was starting to grow impatient and needing a walk so she used that as a perfect excuse to get the fuck out and get some air. “Come on boy, lets go.” She grabbed his leash and snapped it around his collar before stepping out the door. The pup kept tugging her and getting distracted by the people around. She was juggling a cigarette in one hand and the leash in the other as they turned the corner towards the park when Ozzy stopped suddenly and started to sniff around some girl, almost moving up her skirt in the process. “Shit, sorry. He’s a real twat sometimes. Ozzy, quit it.”

She stopped on the way between her scouting for flats at a local shop. They placed a small stand on the patio to serve coffee which Franky desperately needed now. The weather was slightly warmer, enough to wear tights and a skirt again for her work. She was near ready to make her order when she felt sharp nails on her leg and a few blows of air. She would’ve jumped had she not seen the leash next to the furry little animal. Franky smiled, even if the dog was half way up her leg anyway. “Hi there.” Franky knelt down and started to pet the pup. The girl apologized, but she waved it off. None of it mattered. Dogs were dogs. “It’s okay. He’s cute. What’s his name, Ozzy you said?” Franky grinned and looked back at the barista waiting with a smile herself. “Oh, small coffee please. Do you have whipped cream? Could I have a cup for him?” Franky pointed down to the panting pup. “I’m Franky, I hope it’s okay if he has some.” Franky was handed the cup of whipped cream straight away and she offered it to the girl standing next to her.

Her eyes drifted from the dog to the coffee shop in front of her and suddenly she was feeling the need for caffeine. She introduced herself as Franky and Effy smiled. It wasn’t the most common name. Possibly short for something but just Franky seemed to fit her just fine. “I’m Effy. And yeah, he’s got a bit of a sweet tooth.” When the cup of whipped cream was set on the floor Ozzy jumped right in, sticking his nose into the mug and making a complete mess of his face. Effy didn’t mind. It was an easy clean up. The barista turned to Effy and asked if she wanted anything and she ordered a small black coffee for herself. “Cream and sugar, please.” Ozzy was distracted with his treat so the chances of walking away right now were next to null. Gave her the opportunity to chat with this girl. Franky seemed interesting. She had a little something that stood out but Effy couldn’t really put her finger on what that was. “Do have any pets, Franky?”

“No, actually I’ve never had a pet.” Of course, the reason behind that was the multiple care homes she had been in, but she didn’t want to mention that. “I was thinking about it. Maybe a kitten… no, young cat. I’ve never taken care of a dog before so I don’t think I’d be very good at it.” Franky set her coffee down and took a seat at the small table. “You can join if you want. I don’t have anywhere to be. Plus your dog is adorable.” Franky pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the puppy with cream all over his face. “Where did you get him? Shelter or something?”

Franky invited her over and Effy just thought , fuck it. Wouldn’t hurt to make a new mate. Other than Naomi, Effy didn’t really have female friends. Something about them that she just found irksome. They were far too catty for her own good. And lets be real, Effy could be a real bitch from time to times and girls did not like that. Here goes nothing. She moved towards the table to take the seat across from Frankie. Ozzy was getting his sugar high and moving around in circles but she knew he would grow tired eventually. “No shelter. My ex found him under a bridge and thought he would make a good gift. A pick me upper.” Effy tasted her coffee, which wasn’t great but it was going to get the job done. “Yunno, if you want a dog you should try it out. You never know what you can or can’t do unless you give it a shot.”

“Yunno, if you want a dog you should try it out. You never know what you can or can’t do unless you give it a shot.” Franky laughed as Ozzy started to itch as his ear until he fell over onto his back. “Depends on the size. I just got a job actually. Looking for a flat too. Maybe around this area, studio. Maybe a cat wouldn’t work out either. Litter box...” Franky shook her head. A pet sounded nice, but she needed to make sure she could take care of herself first. Franky barely got back on her feet. “I hate so say this, because it happens to me often. Have I seen you before? You look familiar. Did you work over at the pub on first?” Franky narrowed her eyes so she could place the face, but it wasn’t working. This girl was drop dead pretty, but Franky was too nervous to say so. The familiarity was true, but the face seemed lost.

It was around two thirty in the afternoon that she opened her eyes and decided that enough was enough. She jumped out of bed, got dressed and grabbed her purse. Maybe she should just head to the park and have a spliff. Perhaps get some reading done there instead of trapped inside the house. What the fuck happened to impromptu parties anyway? Being an adult could be quite boring sometimes. Ozzy was starting to grow impatient and needing a walk so she used that as a perfect excuse to get the fuck out and get some air. “Come on boy, lets go.” She grabbed his leash and snapped it around his collar before stepping out the door. The pup kept tugging her and getting distracted by the people around. She was juggling a cigarette in one hand and the leash in the other as they turned the corner towards the park when Ozzy stopped suddenly and started to sniff around some girl, almost moving up her skirt in the process. “Shit, sorry. He’s a real twat sometimes. Ozzy, quit it.”

She stopped on the way between her scouting for flats at a local shop. They placed a small stand on the patio to serve coffee which Franky desperately needed now. The weather was slightly warmer, enough to wear tights and a skirt again for her work. She was near ready to make her order when she felt sharp nails on her leg and a few blows of air. She would’ve jumped had she not seen the leash next to the furry little animal. Franky smiled, even if the dog was half way up her leg anyway. “Hi there.” Franky knelt down and started to pet the pup. The girl apologized, but she waved it off. None of it mattered. Dogs were dogs. “It’s okay. He’s cute. What’s his name, Ozzy you said?” Franky grinned and looked back at the barista waiting with a smile herself. “Oh, small coffee please. Do you have whipped cream? Could I have a cup for him?” Franky pointed down to the panting pup. “I’m Franky, I hope it’s okay if he has some.” Franky was handed the cup of whipped cream straight away and she offered it to the girl standing next to her.

Her eyes drifted from the dog to the coffee shop in front of her and suddenly she was feeling the need for caffeine. She introduced herself as Franky and Effy smiled. It wasn’t the most common name. Possibly short for something but just Franky seemed to fit her just fine. “I’m Effy. And yeah, he’s got a bit of a sweet tooth.” When the cup of whipped cream was set on the floor Ozzy jumped right in, sticking his nose into the mug and making a complete mess of his face. Effy didn’t mind. It was an easy clean up. The barista turned to Effy and asked if she wanted anything and she ordered a small black coffee for herself. “Cream and sugar, please.” Ozzy was distracted with his treat so the chances of walking away right now were next to null. Gave her the opportunity to chat with this girl. Franky seemed interesting. She had a little something that stood out but Effy couldn’t really put her finger on what that was. “Do have any pets, Franky?”

“No, actually I’ve never had a pet.” Of course, the reason behind that was the multiple care homes she had been in, but she didn’t want to mention that. “I was thinking about it. Maybe a kitten... no, young cat. I’ve never taken care of a dog before so I don’t think I’d be very good at it.” Franky set her coffee down and took a seat at the small table. “You can join if you want. I don’t have anywhere to be. Plus your dog is adorable.” Franky pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of the puppy with cream all over his face. “Where did you get him? Shelter or something?”

It was around two thirty in the afternoon that she opened her eyes and decided that enough was enough. She jumped out of bed, got dressed and grabbed her purse. Maybe she should just head to the park and have a spliff. Perhaps get some reading done there instead of trapped inside the house. What the fuck happened to impromptu parties anyway? Being an adult could be quite boring sometimes. Ozzy was starting to grow impatient and needing a walk so she used that as a perfect excuse to get the fuck out and get some air. “Come on boy, lets go.” She grabbed his leash and snapped it around his collar before stepping out the door. The pup kept tugging her and getting distracted by the people around. She was juggling a cigarette in one hand and the leash in the other as they turned the corner towards the park when Ozzy stopped suddenly and started to sniff around some girl, almost moving up her skirt in the process. “Shit, sorry. He’s a real twat sometimes. Ozzy, quit it.”

She stopped on the way between her scouting for flats at a local shop. They placed a small stand on the patio to serve coffee which Franky desperately needed now. The weather was slightly warmer, enough to wear tights and a skirt again for her work. She was near ready to make her order when she felt sharp nails on her leg and a few blows of air. She would’ve jumped had she not seen the leash next to the furry little animal. Franky smiled, even if the dog was half way up her leg anyway. “Hi there.” Franky knelt down and started to pet the pup. The girl apologized, but she waved it off. None of it mattered. Dogs were dogs. “It’s okay. He’s cute. What’s his name, Ozzy you said?” Franky grinned and looked back at the barista waiting with a smile herself. “Oh, small coffee please. Do you have whipped cream? Could I have a cup for him?” Franky pointed down to the panting pup. “I’m Franky, I hope it’s okay if he has some.” Franky was handed the cup of whipped cream straight away and she offered it to the girl standing next to her.

He wandered into one of the clothing shops, and stood in awe at the rack of sweaters, suits and ties in the far left corner. The whole building seemed to be bulging with heaps of old clothing, all of it had been messily organised, rather just put into a pile and forgotten about. A goldmine filled with clothing. Dominic wondered towards one of the piles and began to rummage through, finding old skirts, blazers, band t shirts, until he found what he had wanted at the very bottom of the pile. Practically diving into the pile, Dominic fished out his garment, heaving it out from under the clothes. The item put up a fight but eventually it was pulled free, causing Dominic to stumble and fall into someone behind him, smacking his head off the wooden floor.

“A-Are you okay?” Franky put her hand on the back of his head to make sure he didn’t actually hit it as hard as it sounded. A concussion wasn’t a joke. At least Franky only hit her elbow. “How the hell did you fly through the air like that?” She laughed easily and turned to face him.

She was awfully good looking- but then again he thought that about most women, they all seemed to have their own particular charm about. This girl had nice shaped eyebrows, and once Dominic had noticed this, he couldn’t stop glancing up at them occasionally, studying them. Dominic extended a hand, “Hello, I’m Dominic. I’m really, very sorry if I startled you- it was just me being an utter twat as usual- not that i’m always a twat, I mean just in social situations-and not on purpose I just- actually never mind, forget what I just said, I’m just pleased to meet you? Do you want to know what i got?” Dominic thrusted the blue and purple poncho that had caught his eye in the woman’s face, almost aggressively. He could feel his breath rate increasing and  almost smell the perspiration from his armpits. Not a great start, although he read somewhere that women loved a man’s natural ‘musk’ so maybe he was off to a good start- if she was into that, that was. After meeting his neighbour last night, everything had started to make just that little bit more flustered with things.

“Pleased to meet you too..” She laughed out the words and let him finish. Even if his words were fast she was keeping up. He reminded her of herself when she was younger, maybe more nervous. He seemed to speak rather quickly. “A poncho? You sure you’re all right? You look like your eyes are a bit...” Franky moved the poncho and moved closer to his face. They were wide, but nothing seemed wrong beside that. “Maybe take a deep breath... really quickly.” Franky stared at him and watched his mannerisms. He did seem really out there, but it wasn't exactly something she hadn’t seen before. Nerves were common. Same with anxiety. “You sure your head is okay? I mean you can tell me. I can get you to a clinic in minutes...” 

“Fuck everything. Fuck everyone, yeah? Except me.“

“Anyone else see that? Vin Diesel ain’t got shit on me!’ he cheered and laughed. “Oi, you yeah you come here.”

She nearly jumped out of her shoes when she heard the screeching of the car and it sliding to a stop at the curb next to her. Franky could see the smoke coming from the tires and pavement. Her eyes were wide, expecting someone else to have seen it but the street was empty as could be. A taller lad rose from the car hot in his head about the job he did on the street. “Oi, you yeah you come here.” She looked around and pointed to herself. “Me.. uh.. are you fucking insane?” Franky spat back and shook he read. Hell no, whomever it was seemed to be a complete knob-head for skidding down a street. She was nearly a minute away from crossing and could’ve been hit if timed properly. “You know there are police that drive up and down these streets you wanker.” 

Louie brought the cigarette to his mouth and moved away when he lit it. He was an arsehole but he would be a considerate arsehole. His heart was racing, he wanted to do something crazy. But not everyone had a gun pointed to their head quite like Louie. If he didn’t have a daughter he would just off Luke and deal with whatever hell the Family put him through. He took a long drag as she spoke.

“You work for something.. someone, I don’t remember your name.” She spoke up, wishing she didn’t but her words kept rambling on instead. “You seriously look like you’re going to shoot someone.. what the hell is wrong with you?” She wished she didn’t say it, but it was too late now. Franky took another step backward and tilted her head. Whomever this guy was, he was probably mental. Where did she know him exactly? Franky tried to remember if it was a time of too many drinks or spliff and maybe at a bar… Billiards? Did they play together once? “But seriously, I.. I think I do know you. I guess. W-What’s your name again?” She asked weary of the response. There was no way that she had hooked up with a stranger, especially like this. Franky was sure of it. She wasn’t the type of girl to do that, just once if that. 

“What’s your name? I bet it’s on the tip of my tongue but I do remember you,” he said. “I think we hung out but my ex broke it all up.”

“What’s your name? I bet it’s on the tip of my tongue but I do remember you. I think we hung out but my ex broke it all up.” She debated on lying but she wasn’t sure that saying it would make it better or worse. “Franky… and I don’t remember your name. I mean, I do now but I don’t remember meeting you… are you sure you’re not thinking I’m someone else. That red head you said before?” She lifted her brow and kept her hands in her pockets. “Or were you one of Luke’s idiot friends that I had a terrible time being around while he played billiards?” She rolled her eyes again. If he was, she was neatly walking away no problem. 

“I’ve said too much, but he is a thorn in my side. I don’t like people who think they’re better than others. I’d love your help in taking him down.”

“One.. you talk like a fucking grandfather. Two… you have no idea who I am. Three… I’m the size of a fucking child, do you really think I’d be any good at anything you’re saying? You’re daft… fucking daft.” She shook her head and started walking backwards. This conversation needed to end sooner than later. “Seriously?” She shook her head as she started to slowly walk away. “Thorn in your side? What did you get that from a Shakespeare book?” She started to laugh a little louder. Franky figured the guy had less mates than she did with the words he chose. 

“I’m not going to fuckin’ attack you, you can let go of the mace or taser whatever. I can see your balled fist in your pocket. Also if you ever are attacked you should strike first and not call the attacker a grandfather,” he said. “I’m going for a drink you don’t have to follow me. You’re probably safer far away from me.”

“I’m not going to fuckin’ attack you, you can let go of the mace or taser whatever. I can see your balled fist in your pocket. Also if you ever are attacked you should strike first and not call the attacker a grandfather,” Franky rolled her eyes again. Okay, she regretted stopping now. “I’m going for a drink you don’t have to follow me. You’re probably safer far away from me.” She laughed again. “Sure... the guy with wobbly legs is going to get a drink. Go for it. Why the hell would I tag along with you?” She gripped her keys harder in her pocket. The fucker was lonely and it was so plainly obvious. Franky wasn’t going to have it affect her night. She had her bag of items. She had more sanity that this lad. “Do yourself a favor and stop snorting shit.” Franky turned and started walking away faster. Down the block and further. 

He wandered into one of the clothing shops, and stood in awe at the rack of sweaters, suits and ties in the far left corner. The whole building seemed to be bulging with heaps of old clothing, all of it had been messily organised, rather just put into a pile and forgotten about. A goldmine filled with clothing. Dominic wondered towards one of the piles and began to rummage through, finding old skirts, blazers, band t shirts, until he found what he had wanted at the very bottom of the pile. Practically diving into the pile, Dominic fished out his garment, heaving it out from under the clothes. The item put up a fight but eventually it was pulled free, causing Dominic to stumble and fall into someone behind him, smacking his head off the wooden floor.

“A-Are you okay?” Franky put her hand on the back of his head to make sure he didn’t actually hit it as hard as it sounded. A concussion wasn’t a joke. At least Franky only hit her elbow. “How the hell did you fly through the air like that?” She laughed easily and turned to face him.