- Franki the Whale -
As predicted the stadium was packed full, leaving a handful of places to sit up front near the band and cheerleaders. She gave Capri that look, the rightful glance that screamed ' I told you so.' She would have been more mad, but she happened to like the marching band for the most part, so sitting by them was not as terrible as it is for most. Plus, Alix Hale just asked her out on a date, how could she let herself be brought down. Not to mention the greasy intoxicating smell of something fried and fattening beckoning her to spread all her money on one morsel of food to shove down her throat.
Yet she proceeded to moan and groan, as she should. "Look I told you all the seats would be taken if we didn't get here early," Franki mumbled, as she pushed her way up the bleachers and sat down on the cool metal.
"Stop your whining, I know how much you looove sitting in front of the cheerleaders," Capri smirked as Franki's eyes drifted over to where Skylar Hampton exploded with slutty prep with her over abundance of glitter, fake tan, and tits.
"Yeah, I'm done with that view. Capri, food beckons. You're coming with me babe," Franki grabbed onto her best friend's hand and proceeded down the bleachers yet again, looking back quickly to where Alix an Adrian sat looking like a pair of lost puppies. It striked here that they probably weren't too hard core for football suddenly.
Crowds of children packed around the stadium, peering over the fence where the football players were starting kick-off. The rest stood as far away from the fence as possible, in little groups surrounding by a foggy haze that reeked of weed. Those not looking suspicious in the back where locking lips feverishly with their significant other. That's hot...
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...so the band stops after the first two words and his shouts fill the part of the bleachers they sit in. His proposal bringing up cat-calls and awws from all around. Some anxiously pull out their phones and text, others ignore it, but lots of eyes are on them. Elliott, faulty trumpet, turns and plays what he makes out as the Titanic theme song. Cute.
Adrian stands up, looking down at Capri with a goofy grin. There's no going back, he's either gonna get this girl or make a fool out of himself trying.
"I mean, why not? You have nothing to lose, and a really charming boy to gain."
(OOC: Jameson is playing football, and has been tackled, it was sad. He cried, a lot. Probably not, oh well. Avery is cheering, and is not constipated, despite Dr.Franki's assumptions. And . . . Elliott is playing love songs for Adrian and Capri right now . . so yeah. Take it away Lanhamian.)