Andrea Angotti: Andy stalks into the club like she owns it, sleek muscle sliding beneath pale, gold dusted skin. Black, stiletto healed boots climb her muscular legs, stopping just beneath the almost indecently short leather skirt. A tiny black handkerchief top does an admirable job of trying to hide her full breasts from sight - the problem being that Andy wants to show off the beautiful art work gracing her back; three white wolves stand within a night-time forest, two adults guarding a small, fluffy pup. It takes up the entirety of her back.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: The man is already sitting in the bar, a scotch and soda in front of him. He's not drunk, though. The man hasn't been drunk since...yeah, that bad night. He's dressed, perhaps surprisingly, in a bit more casual of an outfit...turtleneck and dockers. What? For him, that's VERY casual. He takes a drag off his cigarette and glances toward the door, blinking as he notices who's walked in.

Andrea Angotti: d10: Per alert: 8,6,6,3,

Andrea Angotti: Her eyes are drawn to him almost instantly and she smiles, ducking her head to hide the uncertainty behind the soft chestnut curls of her hair. She'd meant to tell him she was home. Meant to do so many things but then her feet had taken her on a tour of her haunts as if she were re-establishing her territory.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: His brow furros when her head ducks, but he smiles, getting off the stool and walking toward her. Still has that walk, that cofidennce bordering on arrogance. He is the man, and everyone else better recognize it. He walks up to her, smiling as he approaches. "Didn't expect ta see you here. Pleasant surprise."

Andrea Angotti: "I wasn't expecting to see you either. Not that I was avoiding you," she adds quickly, lifting her face almost arrogantly until their eyes lock; fire burns in hers, passion that threatens to overwhelm. "Hey baby..."

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: He raises an eyebrow there and meets her gaze. "Didn't think ya were avoiding me." Though her behavior seems to have brought a bit of question now...a bit of 'the lady doth protest too much, methinks' perhaps? He smiles and takes her hand, raising it up to kiss the open palm, and then looks at her. "Just get back in town?"

Andrea Angotti: "Yeah." She nods and shivers softly as he kisses her palm, eyes closing. Her body sways slightly. "I was scared, Frankie...To come home," she admits, voice just loud enough for him to hear.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: He looks up to Andy, frowning a little bit in concern. "C'mon...let's get a table, awright?"

Andrea Angotti: She nods and turns her hand to clutch at his fingers. "Yeah. A'ight." Nodding again she sways her lush yet muscular frame against his.

Keith Newcomb: The sleazy rocker is bored and wandering. He hasn't been to Hard Times in a very long time, not since he and Gunther went toe-to-toe over Alice. He's wearing a black t-shirt that has a refrigerator/freezer on it and says I like my women like I like my coffee...ground up and in the freezer. He also wears ripped up, faded blue jeans that cling so tightly to him, they show practically every detail of his backside and his trim waist. Without a jacket, his biceps bulge out of the t-shirt sleeves.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: He smiles and nods, moving with her over to a table, out of the way, to take a seat. He pulls her chair out for her, of course...anyone giving a less then exemplary look their way gets a hard stare. No one's disrespecting this guy and his girl.

Andrea Angotti: She brushes her lips across his before she sinks down into the chair, somehow managing not to flash half the room as she crosses her legs. "I missed you."

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: d10: Per+Alert: 8,10,4,7,

Keith Newcomb: He glances around, towards the stage, then dismisses mentally the band that is there, snagging a table.

Keith Newcomb: d10: per alert: 6,6,1,4,7,

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: He returns the light kiss and then settles into the seat across from her, waving over a bartender. As he does, he catches sight of Keith, looking him over a moment before looking back. "I missed ya too, Andy." He keeps his voice at a level where they aren't broadcasting to other tables, but not super quiet. "So why were ya scared to come home?"

Andrea Angotti: She shrugs. "I kept remembering the Brigid fiasco," she admits, blushing.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Ahh." He nods slowly, and shakes his head. "Nothin' to worry about. Andy. Only one gal for me now."

Keith Newcomb: A glance at the couple, not recognizing Andrea in the gloom of this place. He orders a German lager of some kind, something dark.

Andrea Angotti: She smiles at that, quick and bright before it turns slow and sensual. "I'm glad, Frankie. I'd hate to have to threaten to punch out any more better homes and gardens girls."

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: He chuckles a little bit. "Naah, none a-that. Though I imagine that just means you'll hafta punch someone else out." He grins, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "Glad to have ya back. House's been real quiet without ya."

Keith Newcomb: He gets out his hard pack of Camels, tapping one out and lighting up. He pockets the pack, watching the band on stage without much enthusiasm, smoke curling from his nose as he takes a drag.

Andrea Angotti: "How did it feel not to trip over ponies for a couple months," she asks as she glances around the bar.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Lonely," he admits, before shrugging and changing the subject. "Been spending most of my time at work anyway lately, so...but yeah."

Andrea Angotti: She stands and moves around the table to settle in his lap, rubbing her nose to his jaw. "I'm sorry."

Keith Newcomb: ((And I need to focus on this icq scene here. *L*)) He gets up, taking his beer and his ciggy into the restroom.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: He smiles and slips his arms around Andy. "S'okay. I understand. You're back now, an' that's what matters, right?"

Andrea Angotti: "Si," she agrees, curling her arms around his neck and loosely locking her hands together. "I'm home. And I trust you'll be spending more time there now? Nadia misses you."

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Yeah, I imagine I will be." He settles a little bit in the chair to make them both a bit more comfortable. "I been missin' her, too. How's she doin'?"

Andrea Angotti: "Growing like a weed," she says with a sigh. "TOo fast. Way too fast and I think I'm partly to blame for that. I'm not with her enough lately, y'know?"

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Well, we'll just have ta fix that, then." He smiles a bit. "We'll start doin' stuff together, the three of us."

Andrea Angotti: "Yeah," she asks, smiling, unclasping her hands to stroke his cheek with one slim finger.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "An' how are you doin'?" He meets her gaze, watching her as he asks the question.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: d10: Per+Emp: 3,3,9,

Andrea Angotti: There's a tightness around her eyes that belies her seeming ease. "I'm good, Frankie. Just glad to be home. Safe again." She shifts a bit and dips her face to press it to the crook of his neck. Safe. She wasn't sure she would ever be safe.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Safe," he says in agreement and hugs her fiercely to him, possessively almost. "You are, Andy." It's not a long embrace before he lets go and kisses her forehead. Let the punks in this dive call him soft. They pushed it, and he'd show them otherwise.

Andrea Angotti: A shiver runs through her spine and her body loosens, melting against him. "Please don't let me fuck us up," she begs softly.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Ain't gonna let ya," he says calmly. "Do everything I can to stop it."

Andrea Angotti: "Grazi. Grazi, mi caro," she whispers.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Naturalmente, mio amore," he says with a little smile, before running a hand over her hair. He smiles, then leans back a bit with a sigh. "So, then. Got any plans for the next few days?"

Andrea Angotti: "Uh...I dunno. Do I?" She smirks at him just slightly, brow arching.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: He chuckles a little bit. "Think I can take a few days off work and spend some time with ya. Oh...got someone workin' on our little problem, by the way."

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: ((with ya and Nadia))

Andrea Angotti: "Hmm.. I think Nadia and I would utterly adore you spending a few days with us, baby," she says with a smile. "Hades would too."

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Yeah," he says with a nod. "We'll have to relax for a few days...just take it easy before we get back into thew swing a'things."

Andrea Angotti: "That'de be good," she says with a sigh, nuzzling her lips against his throat. "It really is good to be home."

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Good to have ya home," he says, eyes half-shutting when her lisp find his throat. "Very...very good to have ya home."

Andrea Angotti: "Lets go home...I just want to curl up in your arms," she whispers.

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: He smiles and nods to that. "Awright. I think I'd like that." He nods and leans back so she can get up...it would certainly make it easier for him to.

Andrea Angotti: Chuckling, she rises to her feet, fingers smoothing her skirt. "We should pick up a bottle of wine."

Frencesco "Frankie" Giardini [Hard Times]: "Yeah, I think we probably should," he says with a grin and risesl. His arm slides around her waist and he leads her out of the Hard Times.