<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br/><strong>Location</strong>: McDonald's, slightly out of the Row<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kale, and anyone else<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br/><hr/><br/>Frankie stretched out her hand to shake Kale's, shaking her head in the affirmative that she was fine, sure. Just awkward, clumsy, and easily startled it seemed. Oh, and she sucked at small talk.<em>Well this was going well...</em>When he called her Tab Frankie she scrunched her face up in disgust. "Just Frankie..." she began, until she noticed he'd turned to wave to a woman who was leaning against the wall a good distance from them. "A friend of yours?" The girl looked familiar as well, but Frankie had seen too many people coming and going from the Row to be sure if that's where she'd seen her. She was terrible with names, but not half bad with faces at least.<br/><br/>So there she was debating whether she actually recognized the woman and from where, almost missing Kale asking her if she wanted to join him for breakfast. Every rule in her book said she should be getting away from the scene of her last little sticky fingers, but she had enough to splurge on a sandwich and she could use someone to tell her the ins and outs of the Row. It had been amazing enough for her to find the place and that alone was thanks to Robbie.<br/><br/>For a whole hour she'd stood on the same corner as Robbie, dancing from one foot to another and looking about as out-of-place as a person could be. Robbie had finally approached her, and Frankie could still remember the stern tone she used. "This place ain't for you, hun. Go home." Frankie had welled up then, tears streaking down her cheeks. She'd failed miserably at her last few attempts at pickpocketing and she was starving. Robbie managed to look even more surprised by the tears than Frankie was as shedding them. By the end of that night, they had learned enough about one another to become almost friends and Robbie had taken her to the Row.<br/><br/>Frankie plopped the last bite of muffin into her mouth, stashed the energy drink in one of the large pockets of her jacket and nodded. "Yeah, breakfast sounds good." She followed behind him, pondering over his blatant comment about being a drug dealer. Not that that wouldn't be useful, but she was far too shy to come out and ask him for 'E'. Robbie at least she could handle asking. The girl had found out about Frankie's little addiction purely by accident, walking in early one night and finding Frankie rolling balls, sitting in the corner of her bed and petting some stray cat with a big ass grin on her face. Frankie had little recollection about that night, but supposedly she'd attempted to get Robbie into bed with her.<em>'E' brings the whore out in everyone...</em>So was Kale an option, yeah sure, but she wasn't about to head down that road.<br/><br/>She ordered her sandwich, a sausage McGriddle, and took the wonderful smelling little bag back to the table Kale was at. Pulling the chair out, she flipped it around and straddled it, leaning over the backrest to unwrap her sandwich. "These things are so freakin' good..." She smiled over at Kale, stuffing her face and waiting for him to give her the rundown on her new 'home'.