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( … hmph. putting his wallet away. fine, fine. only because she’s already paid. he waits for her to return from the bar, checking his phone. okay, still not running behind. he hates to show up late. glancing up, he smiled at mel and tucked the phone away, ) … uh, yknow?

( if frank had less integrity, maybe this would be an uglier scenario. thank god he doesn’t, he stands and gives her a very kind, very understanding smile. mister narcotics anonymous has empathy for someone inebriated, ) absolutely. i’m going to pick them up, and

( —- oh my god. she is so— no way. she’s so drunk. his neck and ears burn in response and frank clears his throat, ) … well, they’re with me this weekend. so, i don’t think that’s an option… but. we can rain check, maybe.

( … so cute. a crooked little grin, ) yeah, uh. weird, nice coincidence, running past you… i’m actually, uh, on my way to grab my kids. can i come back and give you a ride home…?

( he rests his elbows on the table, a small smile on his lips. it’s warmer out tonight, but not comfortable, so the sight of her drunk, without a coat, caused him to hesitate, ) … and? are you having fun?

( sits across from her with a grin, without asking, ) … yeah, frank is good. you look, uh… you here alone?