#frankie-ackerman

“there she is.” stevie’s smile brightens when she sees frankie near the bar, the striking red-head looking dazzling with clothes almost as vibrant as her hair. sometimes friendships mean more than simply friends, a feeling that stevie believes strongly when it comes to frankie. heartbreak can be a hell of a pain, but seeing the woman who triumphed through the otherside of grief and hurt was a warming sight. “looking hot as ever.” she continues, pecking a kiss to frankie’s cheek and throwing an arm over her shoulder. “i stole a bottle of champagne from that cute server, so you don’t need to wait in line.” she brandishes the bottle, wiggling it in her hand as her eyebrows raise.