I'm Not Bad, I'm Just Written That Way

[Brooklyn Fisher]

Brooke had to give it to Kalispell, Montana.  The Little City That Could had proven to be far more interesting and entertaining than she had originally given it credit for.  There was a great deal of dirt to dig up on the residents and she'd even managed to find herself a new best friend in the process of getting adjusted to her new life away from the Big Apple.  The culture in Montana was a startling shift from the sprawling city she'd just made her way from but Brooke was fitting in quite nicely with the influx of fresh residents who also seemed to bring along their influence from places that were decidedly NOT Montana.  A glossy, new veneer had been laid out over the formerly sleepy, logging town causing a bustling nightlife to sprout up.  And it was this nightlife that Brooke had officially made her bitch.

The night found Brooke already more than a few drinks into her stay at the club.  Even though many of the patrons though themselves adept at playing the game, few had experienced a city such as New York for as long as Brooke.  With a number of rounds already behind her and a fresh drink in hand to go along with a pair of shots of expensive tequila that had just been laid on the bar in front of her, Brooke had yet to pay a dime for any of it.  She may not have been the prettiest girl at the club but Brooke certainly knew how to work it.

Offering the guy (who had no chance in hell) who'd bought the shots a sweet smile that carried just the right amount of lustful allure (all an act), she beckoned for him to pick up the glasses and follow.  She even went so far as to lead him through the crowded club by his tie until she spotted a booth that was sorely lacking in people sitting in the far corner.  A sly grin touched her lips as she moved, gliding across the floor with a deceptive grace.  "Thank you."  Brooke turned and faced the guy as she set her glass on the tabletop, seemingly oblivious to the older man who was already sitting in the booth.  She took each of the shot glasses in turn and placed them behind her on the table before waving a hand dismissively.  "Okay.  You can leave now."  She said curtly, eyes rolling in disdain before she released the guy's tie and moved to slip into the booth opposite Tobias Croft .  She smiled sweetly to the Academy teacher before a frown emerged and her brow furrowed.  "Go."  She said, looking up to the guy who was standing nearby.  "Shoo."  She even made the little motion with her hand to send him away.

With a satisfied sigh, the smile came to Brooke's ruby red lips once more as she was able to turn her attention back to Toby.  "Hi."  She said sweetly.  "I'm Brooke."  She slid one of the tequila shots across the table to him.  "Shot?"

[Tobias Croft]

Toby was, frankly, a genius at video gaming. There mustn't much he was a genius off, but put a controller in his hands and you were looking at a champion. Except it seemed, when that video game was an exceedingly simple mobile phone game.
The teacher narrowed his eyes at the screen as his phone flashed across his poor score. "Rigged. TOTALLY rigged," He mumbled to himself, biting his lip as the gem dropping game questioned him on weather or not he wished to play again; Well, nobody likes a quitter... With renewed vigour, Toby leaned over to where his glaringly pink cocktail stood, fumbling a little as he tried to get the straw he'd placed into the sweet beverage to his lips, finally sipping it before rolling his shoulders back a little, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position.

Now, perhaps this was an activity best designed for waiting at a train station or anywhere else where time needed killing... It was not exactly something most did while settled alone in a night club's booth, back against the wall, legs folded one over the other on the seat next to you. But then, Toby wasn't most. He'd long found himself enjoying the terrible bubblegum dance music streaming over the speakers at Silverlight, and on the occasional evening took up his usual booth, ordered as sweet a cocktail as was on offer and settled in for a good hour or so indulging in a little casual gaming action. Toby's evening of highly sophisticated
video game training was however cut short, as a stranger placed two brimming shot glasses of tequila onto his table. The teacher paused, slowly raising an eyebrow, blinking at the stranger and her companion. If they thought he was moving... They didn't know the defiance of Tobias Alexander Croft.

Toby's gaze followed the dark haired woman as she then slid herself into the seat opposite, shooing away the gentleman who had come with her. Toby's eyeline flicked away a moment, to the man who seemed quite dumbfounded by the woman's dismissal, before snapping his gaze back to the stranger. "Do I... Know you?" He questioned, pausing the game with a press of a finger and moving his legs so that he was now sat up properly. He was about to follow up his question when the woman offered him her name, confirming the fact that they had not in fact crossed paths before, and the shot. "Toby. Toby Croft," The teacher grinned, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose from where they'd slipped down. "It's a pleasure, Miss.Brooke. Although wouldn't you rather find a booth with your-" He looked over to where the man had been standing; Toby blinked, the other man seemingly having slipped into the crowd.

[Brooklyn Fisher]

The slinky, black dress Brooke had chosen for the night clung to her slender body as she shifted to make herself more comfortable in the seat. She smiled sweetly to the man sitting across from her, crossing her long legs while daintily lifting the shot glass from the table with a thumb and forefinger. Her eyes gleamed brightly, though there was little actual sweetness or merriment to be found. There was something oddly calculating about the way she watched Toby blink his way through the realization that the guy who had followed her to the table had been summarily dismissed. She raised the glass and clinked it against Toby's, which was still sitting on the tabletop, and downed it without so much as a blink. For all intents and purposes it looked as though she had knocked back a glass of water.

"Okay. Toby." Brooke said, only now taking in the sight in front of her. She studied everything from the glasses that slipped down Toby's nose to the ungodly pink, fruity looking drink to the flash of the game she caught on the phone he held. Perhaps a more courteous individual would ask if their impromptu drinking partner was waiting on someone but not Brooke. By the way she'd made herself comfortable in the seat across from Toby it looked as though she wouldn't have missed a beat if Toby had a girlfriend who was just in the bathroom for a moment. "I'm from New York, I'm still new here." No small amount of mischievousness crept into her gaze as she watched Toby. "What sort of trouble can a girl and her new friend get into around here?"