[Frankie opted to save the chastising of the name 'Spike' until after he got the smokes. He had picked up the alcohol, as promised, on his way up to the deck and now arrived, looking around for someone dark and shady that might fit the bill of a vampire named Spike.

He, himself, definitely stood out in his bright plaid shorts and chill t-shirt, tattoos adorning his arms. Frankie really needed to get better at remembering to get peoples' descriptions and shit.]

"Hey! Spike, man!" [He shouted across the deck. No fear of embarrassment.]