I wasn’t cut out for film is all.
….seems all I know how to do is kill, maim, and decapitate.
I figured I needed a new hobby. Guess that’s out of the question.
If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.
[Eliza sat in front of her vanity, running her fingers through her now almost shoulder length blonde hair]
[Seeing the reflection of someone entering her room, she jumped, her head whipping around to face the door]
[Frowns when she see’s Eliza jump]
It’s just me, dear.
Pulling his seat up next to her, Rhett began to massage Frankie’s ankle, propping her other foot up on his knee as he watched her slouch down into her seat. “The Drake it is then. I’ll be sure to set up the suite for the entire weekend. We’ll make a small holiday of it.”
Although money had never been an issue on Rhett’s part, especially during the latter years, he was slightly concerned about leaving his business in the hands of others while he was gone. It seemed that although the Stroll had done well for itself during Montford’s duress, his books still seemed to be coming up wrong. Not just minor complications either. There were massive losses. One’s that didn’t add up in any way, shape or form, and he knew eventually he would have to figure out why, even if he couldn’t be bothered with the thought of it at the moment.
"Will you have everything settled enough to be gone for more than a day, love? Or is there something we can have Sal or Gene do whilst we’re gone? I just want to make sure that neither of us come back to some sort of debacle. I want to keep you rested… and so does the doctor."
Waving her hand around she closed her eyes as she got comfortable in the chair. “Both of them are more than capable of handling everything. I don’t need to tell them what to do.” Frankie didn’t like the idea of leaving the business in anyone else’s hands but her own but she took any and every opportunity to get out even if it was just for a few hours. She trusted her men though, at least the ones closest to her and she knew they could deal with anything that came up while they were gone.
"No rest for the wicked dear." Frankie knew that she needed to slow down, but there was too much to do with Lucian gone. The feud with the Irish had been forcibly put to a stop and now they needed to rebuild.
*Pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he stares at the film*
*kicks the box as he realizes it won’t develop*
Piece of shit…
Hello! Word on the street is Mary is going to be visiting me this weekend, and there has been an official decision made…. one that I think you fine folks might be quite excited to hear about. However, we would prefer NOT to jinx it just yet.
What we WOULD like to do, is to get a show of hands (or just a ME! in our inbox) of the folks who would like for Prohibition to start back up again. If you DO want Pro to start back up officially, please send us a list of the characters you will be bringing with you (only 4 characters a piece please!) Also in your mementos to us, feel free to let us know what you would like to change or if you have any constructive criticisms, or suggestions for us as we would LOVE to hear them!
Details in regards to changes in plots and character bios, etc will be bestowed upon you during this weekend’s pow wow, but rest assured that we will be taking old and new plot twists in to account!
Any questions/concerns/suggestions/etc should be turned in no later than Friday evening if possible so that we may take a look at them while we are all together!
We hope to hear from every single one of you soon!
- The Prohibition Admin Team
"Oh don’t be such a bothered Bessie." Rhett grumbled as he finally made his was to his feet. "You and I both know that I’m as healthy as a horse, even if I can’t seem to keep my balance these days." In all honesty, he knew she was right. He wasn’t getting any younger and in this day and age, he was better off being cautious than being stubborn - granted, that never stopped him from being the latter.
"You know I’m more worried about you anyway, darling." He huffed, placing a chaste kiss on his wife’s cheek. "When is your next appointment? I need to make sure that my schedule is clear and that I have the others on the books for that day so that I can take you to lunch in the city."
"We might as well make it dinner instead and just stay in the city for the evening. You know how long the morning sicknesses seems to linger." While most women should have been well over it, Frankie feared she would be suffering the effects until the baby arrived. There were some days when it wouldn’t be until dinner rolled around when she would finally feel well enough to eat.
"The appointment is next Friday." She said, finally taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Slipping her shoes off, Frankie frowned at the sight of her swollen feet. "We could get our normal suite at the Drake. Maybe even make a weekend of it." She looked up at him hopeful, taking any opportunity she could to get out of Montford.
Please don’t tell me you’re waiting around waiting for something to happen instead of making things happen.
*he shrugged playfully* I hope so.
Clearly you have.
…Oh. Well…Benjamin’s from a good family, and he’s a good man, but… They should still have talked to us, it’s not like we would have said ‘no.’ and it’s not as though that would have stopped Carlotta.
Brie and Alban, really? I don’t see how her quitting would do them any good, she nearly makes as much here as he does at the shop. She wishes to resign entirely? Did you tell her that she doesn’t have to live here to still work here?
It seems to be a foreign concept for her, and its not as if I give a damn what she does. I don’t live here anymore, it makes no difference to me. I just find it disgusting that women think being married means they must give up everything else.
Frankie, all I want is a home. I want to make dinner for my husband, I want to fall asleep next to him, I want to be there for our children. My parents slept in empty beds every night so she could be at the beck and call of her employers, I don’t want that. I thought you wanted this for me. I didn’t think it meant you would stop being my friend.
Living in your own home has nothing to do with not working. If you’re leaving, go. I’m done with this conversation.
What? Do you mean to tell me that she and Ephram- And what? We’re just hearing about this now? Do they think because of all that is happening that our customs have gone out the window? Vigliacchi che scopano…si dà loro un pollice, essi prende un miglio.
And what of Brie? She’s resigning? What about all that talk about never leaving your side?
Not Ephram, her and Benjamin. It seems they’ve picked up where they left off before they both moved away.
As for Brie, apparently she and Alban have been courting for months but she neglected to tell us. Now that she’s getting married she wants to quit.