Frank's Date

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.

Subject: Frank's Date

It's 12:30 on Friday night/Saturday morning when the apartment door opens and Frank comes in quietly, probably expecting most of his roommates to be asleep.

Such is not the case.

“Frankie! How'd it go? You do her?”

“Crude Scott. Did you like her? It's late, you must've had a good time. You going to date her again?”

“Where'd you take her to eat?”

“What's her name? Where'd you meet her? What's she like? Blonde?”

“Can't a guy unwind from his date without the third degree? I'm surprised Sara's not here grilling me as well.”

“She was going to, but...” Ann gestures to the couch where Sara is fast asleep.

“Ahh. How'd you find out I had a date anyway? I didn't tell anyone.”

“You turned down drinking.”

“And then I noticed you'd shaved and left your razor out. You never shave Friday evening.”

“I smelled your cologne when I came home. I didn't think you'd put that on to go play poker or pick up takeout.”

“What is this? CSI: 6^th Floor?”

“You going to answer our questions, or leave us hanging here?”

“If you're all so deductive, maybe you should already be able to figure it out!”

“Come on!” Ann whines. “Gossip!”

“Is it gossip if it's about myself?”

“Irrelevant. Answer the questions.”

“Her name's Rose. This is actually our second date, I must've slipped by you on the first.” Frank sticks out his tongue. “We went to an Italian place in the Village, I had a four cheese lasagna, she had Chicken Francese.

No, she's a Brunette.”

“That's all you get, I'm going to do some work now.”

Frank pushes through the rest of them grouped around them and heads to his room.

“Seemed a little annoyed.”

“Guess he didn't get any.”

“He didn't bring home any leftovers...” Billy pouts.