#awomanlikeecstasy

The Vices seemed particularly crowded tonight, or perhaps Allie wasn’t used to visiting on a Saturday night.  She preferred the place more on the weeknights when there was actually room to dance, and when the DJ got a little more creative with the mix.  When playing for the masses, it seemed like they just stuck to the top twenty favorites-- and Allie could dance to the radio any old time.

But she wasn’t there to dance tonight, at least, not entirely.  Finding a spot at the main bar, she scanned the room best she could at her level (though she had broken out her tallest heels for this particular reason) trying to find who she came to see.  She ordered her token party drink: a Redbull with bubblegum vodka, and sucked idly on the straw.  That’s when her eyes landed on the despot.

She wove through the crowd, and walked right up to what she presumed was considered a VIP booth, then shamelessly slid right in beside Eve.  She had no idea what everyone was always so intimidated by.  Everyone had someone to be ashamed of, somehow.  Allie would find Eve’s eventually, but for now, showing she wasn’t impressed worked just as well.

“Hiya, Miss Thing.”  She winked as she settled into the booth, sipping again from her florescent beverage.  “Whatcha drinking tonight?  Souls of the Damned?”

raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what?

Frenchie let out a light laugh at the question, her mind immediately thinking about the cute little lilac velvet box that she had under her bed.  “I tend to collect sentimental things, so I’m pretty sure I have every single birthday card anyone has ever given me.”  She shook her head at the thought, thinking that it was silly for such a tough girl to be so warm at heart — as much as she liked to pretend she didn’t.  “I also have all the movie tickets I’ve ever gotten, plane tickets, whatever.  I tend to be really tidy so I don’t hoard stuff, except for the stuff that matters to me.”

jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way

Frenchie has always been someone to get her way, and she wasn’t unfamiliar with using sex to obtain some things that she wanted or needed.  She often tried to work her ass off in order to get those things, but sometimes using her womanhood worked just as efficiently or even moreso.  Sometimes it was easier to do that too.  “There was this one time my mom was owed money from her cheap ass boss, and he wasn’t going to give it to her.  She was just too nice, and she tended to get taken advantage of because of it.”  A sigh escaped her lips, “I obviously couldn’t use violent means — a jobless mother that would have to then fight a lawsuit would be everything but ideal.  So I did what I had to do.”  She leaned back in her seat, in a very Sharon Stone Basic Instinct type of way — one of Frenchie’s icons.  “Of course, occasionally he would gyp my mom, but I think it was just because he wanted me to pay him another visit.  It didn’t hurt that he was a good fuck, though.”

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

Anything, honestly. I really don’t shut up.

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

Autumn, but like. Specifically the day after halloween, when all the candy is on sale. I want to be able to six buy pounds of Snickers for two dollars, tops. 

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

“Technically, I already answered this but I also could totally talk about music for ages, specifically rap and r&b.  Those genres just tend to resonate with me the most, between the hard beats and sick bars to smooth melodies of singers on top of soothing melodies.  I can always find something that meshes perfectly with my mood, lyrics that speak to the soul.  I just love music.” (Alternate answer can be found here) 

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

“It’s ah - not an article of clothing, though I wear it with me always. I tied my father’s wedding ring to a string and keep it tucked close around my neck. Sometimes it’s a hard reminder of him, while other times it brings me a sense of peace. At one point in time, we were a happy family. At one point in time, I could genuinely smile back at my reflection in the mirror.”

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

“Summer. The sun is always shining. It’s always warm and welcoming, even if it’s surroundings are not.”