Challenge 424: Due South: G
Jan. 21st, 2026 10:20 pmReady To Mingle (200 words) by look_turtles
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: due South
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Renfield Turnbull/Francesca Vecchio
Summary:
An: Written for the anythingdrabble prompt: Single
Frannie was single and ready to mingle.
She looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked good; she wore her tight, short blouse that showed off her stomach and her black leather skirt hugged her butt.
She recently broke up with her boyfriend and decided to go to a club with Elaine. Nothing cured a broken heart like dancing and drinking.
Once at the club, she and Elaine ordered brightly colored sugary drinks.
‘Ms. Vecchio?’ She heard someone ask over the thumping music.
She turned around and Turnbull was standing in front of her holding a neon green drink.
‘Hey, Ren! You wanna dance?’ Frannie asked because he might not be as handsome as Fraser (Fraser was the best looking guy in Chicago, in her opinion) he was still looking good in his red and yellow Hawaiian shirt and tight jeans.
He nodded and she pulled him onto the dance floor. They danced close and the scent of his cologne made her dizzy as she buried her nose in his neck.
She nipped at his neck and he groaned as he pulled her even closer.
She was single and ready to mingle and they mingled all night long.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: due South
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Renfield Turnbull/Francesca Vecchio
Summary:
Frannie is single and ready to mingle.
An: Written for the anythingdrabble prompt: Single
Frannie was single and ready to mingle.
She looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked good; she wore her tight, short blouse that showed off her stomach and her black leather skirt hugged her butt.
She recently broke up with her boyfriend and decided to go to a club with Elaine. Nothing cured a broken heart like dancing and drinking.
Once at the club, she and Elaine ordered brightly colored sugary drinks.
‘Ms. Vecchio?’ She heard someone ask over the thumping music.
She turned around and Turnbull was standing in front of her holding a neon green drink.
‘Hey, Ren! You wanna dance?’ Frannie asked because he might not be as handsome as Fraser (Fraser was the best looking guy in Chicago, in her opinion) he was still looking good in his red and yellow Hawaiian shirt and tight jeans.
He nodded and she pulled him onto the dance floor. They danced close and the scent of his cologne made her dizzy as she buried her nose in his neck.
She nipped at his neck and he groaned as he pulled her even closer.
She was single and ready to mingle and they mingled all night long.