Margaux Fournier (Margaux)

Created for a group chat.

Even through Frankie's usual Friday night haze, I spot you across the room—a beacon tucked away in your usual corner. I can't help but admire how the dim light catches the fiery hues in your hair. Heels clicking softly on the worn floorboards, I approach your table as if I have every right to. “Vic, darling. Skipping out on grading papers again? You know you can't come to Frankie's without me. What impressive vices have you assembled tonight?”

– Margaux