"The Eclipse crowd applauds wildly! \n* MR. BROWN frowns and removes Frankie\u2019s arm before catching the attention of the bar maid. He sits on a stool and orders two mermaid martinis. \"Before you try anything, behave. The mermaids work here.\" \n* Frankie \"Ah. Sorry.\" Oops\u2026 Brown and the whole 'human contact' thing\u2026. \"Mermaid martinis, huh...\" Frankie says without enthusiasm while he studies the mermaids carefully. No doubt about their gender. He relaxes. Not a traces of sparks remain. He laughs, finally at ease. \"Behave? You know me, Mr. Brown. Would never-\" Frankie meets the eyes of a very nearly topless girl. She wiggle her hips, and Frankie forgets his sentence. \n* MR. BROWN cracks and tries to stifle a laugh. He tries to cover it with by clearing his throat and adjusting his glasses."@en . . "The Eclipse crowd applauds wildly! \n* MR. BROWN frowns and removes Frankie\u2019s arm before catching the attention of the bar maid. He sits on a stool and orders two mermaid martinis. \"Before you try anything, behave. The mermaids work here.\" \n* Frankie \"Ah. Sorry.\" Oops\u2026 Brown and the whole 'human contact' thing\u2026. \"Mermaid martinis, huh...\" Frankie says without enthusiasm while he studies the mermaids carefully. No doubt about their gender. He relaxes. Not a traces of sparks remain. He laughs, finally at ease. \"Behave? You know me, Mr. Brown. Would never-\" Frankie meets the eyes of a very nearly topless girl. She wiggle her hips, and Frankie forgets his sentence. \n* MR. BROWN cracks and tries to stifle a laugh. He tries to cover it with by clearing his throat and adjusting his glasses. \"Hmm, yes quite\" \n* Frankie is startled out of his leering by Mr. Brown- laughing??? He turns back to look, but it's gone. Maybe he'd imagined it. The drinks arrive, and he turns his attention to it. It looks suspiciously... sweet. \"So... what exactly is in this now?\" \n* MR. BROWN is about to say something, but a Bar maid interrupts: \"Gin, Cherry Liqueur and love sweetheart~.\" Mr. Brown rolls his eyes and sips his drink. He figures he'll disappear once he knows Frankie has settled down. \n* Frankie Watches the barmaid with interest. She leaves, and he scowls at the drink. He eyes Brown. \"You know I don't like this candy crap.\" He watches the other man sip it. He didn't think Harold liked sweet stuff either. \"It is sweet, right?\" \n* MR. BROWN isn't fussed when it comes to alcohol, although he prefers wine and maybe a scotch now and then. \"Enjoy your house special, Mr. Valentine,\" he says with a tone unnervingly like an old married hen. \n* Frankie stares at Brown, trying to discern the answer that has not been provided. \"Fine\" he says with the barest trace of a whine. He takes a gulp. Frankie winces but manages to swallow the cloying liquid. He glaaares at Brown. \n* MR. BROWN enjoys his power to make Frankie drink things he doesn't want too B] \"So childish, Mr. Valentine...\" He gets the attention of the barmaid and orders something stronger this time. \n* Frankie glowers. Why did he always fall for it? It was so fuckin idiotic- \"Hey, I'm not the one who's pullin stupid pranks, ok?\" He scowls at the half empty glass. \"And don't you go ordering for me agai- dammit Brown!\" The waitress has already left. \"Not gonna buy you any damn pie,\" he mutters darkly. \n* MR. BROWN pours out scotch for two. \"Lucky for me that I'm not hungry.\" He was ever so curious what had caused Frankie to get into his earlier state. Sure, his channels alerted him of the commotion, but not of the reasons for it. This was something he would have to investigate on his own\u2026 Asking directly is such a hassle. Perhaps if Mr. Valentine was drunk... \n* Frankie watches the arrival of the real drinks eagerly. \"Well if that's what ya ordered, I suppose it's alright then.\" He sits back, relaxing again. His eyes follow the lovely amber flow while he lets the booming music wash over him. \n* MR. BROWN keeps pouring drinks for Frankie, but nurses his own drink. He dispenses small talk, which he is not very good at, much better at listening. \"So... rough day?\" B|c \n* Frankie drinks slowly. He wasn't exactly suspicious of Brown... that would imply Brown's behavior was out of the ordinary. It was more a natural reaction to Harold's personality. \"Not particular. Ain't been workin yet today.\" At the thought of the job he had lined up for later, he drinks more quickly, and his glass empties. He doesn\u2019t wait for Brown this time, and pours another. \n* MR. BROWN watches the fish swim round. \"Should learn to organize your day better, Mr. Valentine.\" He says bluntly. \"You were certainly in no state to 'clock in' earlier.\" And probably no state to do any work to tonight. if he had his way. \n* Frankie growls. He did not like being scolded by Brown. \"'M organized jus' fine, dammit... got a late night appointment, 's all..\" He gets himself a fresh glass. \"N'd my sstate earlier's nona your business.\"Despite his words, his defenses are quickly melting under the merciless onslaught of scotch. Frankie can\u2019t remember why he had thought Brown seemed suspiciously curious earlier. He was jus bein\u2019 friendly, of course\u2026 and.. Huh\u2026 The music here was really swell... \n* MR. BROWN holds his hands up, a gesture of defeat. \"Very well then.\" then rests his chin on his hands. \"Next time I will stay at home till I\u2019m beckoned by at your side by this blasted blackberry.\" He drinks his scotch at last. \"I will have terrible task of telling all the ladies that you exploded into a ball of lightning. All that sobbing, not my scene\" B| \n* Frankie \"L-look- now, jussh look, ok! I din't mean it like that!!\" Frankie continues to drink like he\u2019s parched. \"'nd I din't exshplode or sssomthin' stupid likess that! 'nd I won\u2019t. Er. Haven't.\" He was having trouble with the theoretical stuff at this point. \"Jush annoyed, wash all\u2026.\u201D He gulps, and mutters/slurs softly, \u201CSs\u2019emberasshin...\" Frankie's ready to talk. \n* MR. BROWN figures he won't get any real answers from him. Not tonight anyway. He pays for the drinks and signals for a couple of barmaids to keep Frankie company. \n* Frankie is easily distracted by the girls. \" Well hullo, ssweetheart... \" He tries to keep his thoughts together amid all the lovely women. They continue to chatter. Frankie is doing well, and one girl leans into kiss him. He mumbles something, and she pulls back, slightly confused. \"'-Nd yer'not...fakesh...\" The girl looks puzzled. \"Bea'iful,\" he murmurs, and she comes back to him. Frankie completely fails to notice Mr. Brown's departure."@en . . . . . . . "Miss Yuki"@en .