Frank's Escape

Welcome to the 6th floor.

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

Subject: Frank's Escape

“I'm so tired of the cold!” Tabitha shouts from the couch, curled up in a ball in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate.

“Relax Tab, it's not that cold out.”

“I hear it's well below freezing in Buffalo today.”

“Contrary to belief, knowing that's it's colder elsewhere doesn't make it warmer here.”

“That's very deep. Maybe you just need another blanket.”

“If you give her more blankets, she may drown!”

“At least Frank's warm.”

“Frank's warm? Wait..where is he?”

“Vegas.”

“VEGAS?! And no one told me? You know how I hate being left in the dark.”

“Sorry, he made us promise not to tell you right away.”

“I shouldn't be surprised. Can I call him and berate him? He's probably still asleep given west coast time.”

“Go for it, he'll probably get a kick out of you being annoyed.”

“Sometimes I think he goes on these trips as much to get a rise out of you as for any other reason.”

“Ugh, so when is he coming back?”

“Dunno. Later?”

“You never ask the important questions.”

“I'm sure he'll be back for the Super Bowl.”

“Well Tabitha, you don't look cold anymore.”

“This really gets the blood boiling huh?”

“If Frank keeps pulling stunts like this we may be able to save on heating.”

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.