The Bahamas

It seems as though every time Franky's eyebrows settle back to their usual position, someone says something that sends them flying up again. This time it is Josh's comment that the group could make some very interesting bets on a game of bowling. This one certainly gets ideas fast, but as she grows tipsier Franky is more forgiving of such things. After all, on the first night people will be acting big to try and make a first impression and stand out, won't they? Anyway, she can never fault someone for wanting to make competitions interesting, being so fond of games and bets herself. In fact, perhaps the easiest way to draw Franky in is with a competition or game of some sort. That, or telling her she can't do something- reverse psychology tends to work frightfully well on the straightforward young woman.

Seeing the glance between Josh and Gwyn when the producer mentions wanting to go down to the beach. Franky's first instinct, truth be told, is to excuse herself away so that the musical duo and slink off to the beach together and spend the rest of the night discussing lyrics or singing to each other or whatever it is two musicians do when flirting with one another. Unfortunately, before Franky can make some sort of story up for why she really needs to be doing something on the other side of the room, and therefore do her best in the self designated role of wingman for the two, Gwyn addresses her.

"Do you want to?"

Franky can't deny Gwyn's clear request for company. She smiles indulgently, "If you want to, sure- should we take some drinks with us? A shot for every constellation we see?" The sun has set by now, such that it is dimly lit outside by the moon and the stars. If they are going to head outside, perhaps it would be a good idea to invite other people along as well. After all, this was supposed to be the first night to meet all of the guys and whatnot, but it seems as though everyone has already begun to clique up very securely, which will only slow down the process of finding everyone's match.

"Should we invite more of the group, then? Maybe play some volleyball by the light of the moon? Or we could play ride the bus? Paranoia? King's cup? I'm in the mood for games," the pace of her words has slowed down just a touch as she begins to get that sort of lightheaded feeling that alcohol provides. This only brings her down to the speed of everyone else, as otherwise Franky is quite the fast talker.