Just Go With It (Open)

[Brooklyn Fisher]

Brooke had no idea how she kept getting into these messes.  Or, more specifically, she didn't know why she kept needing to get out of them.  All she was doing was chatting up a group of college guys who were buying her drinks left and right and keeping her entertained with their childish flattery and the way they thought they were 'cool' in the way they attempted to hit on her and a guy that she had flirted with a few nights before had the gall to walk into the same club she was in.  Normally this wouldn't have been a problem except Brooke had skipped out that night leaving him with a rather large bar tab to contend with.  Such a stunt usually worked much better in the sprawling expanse that was New York City as it was likely she'd never see the poor shmuck ever again.  In Kalispell, not so much. 

A finely groomed eyebrow perked up as she caught the familiar face moving through the crowd.  He hadn't seen Brooke yet, giving her the element of surprise.  "Right.  Okay.  It's been fun but I have to go.  Bye!"  She said, ending the evening with the frat bros as suddenly as she'd made it start.  With a bit of a flourish she downed the rest of her drink and stood up from the table they were at.  She made a beeline through the club, attempting to get to the door but the path was blocked.  The guy had met someone he knew, apparently, and was chatting them up near the exit.  When he turned in Brooke's direction and started drawing closer she had to act quickly.

Brooke reached out, placing her hand on the shoulder of the nearest person, male or female, it didn't matter, and stepped to them.  Her eyes shifted from the face moving ever so closer to spotting her before she spoke quickly.  "If you play along it'll be a drink and two hundred dollars."  And before she could get any sort of reply, Brooke lunged forward, pressing her body against the stranger, grabbing their face and kissing them deeply all the while the unsuspecting guy wandered past behind them.

[Natalie Smith]

If Natalie had known the other woman was in the same club at the same time, she would've snickered at the predicament she was in. Would she have helped? Well, most likely, but she would've enjoyed the situation nonetheless. But Natalie had no idea that Brooke was even in Kalispell. Right now she was simply enjoying herself at a bar, chatting up some of the pretty girls that caught her eye or holding a conversation with the few boys that actually got the nerve to approach her. A few of them bought her drinks- or Natalie them- but she didn't have nearly the same tab as Brooke could get. She'd seen the woman work her charms before.

Natalie was currently chatting with one of the more courageous males. He'd approached her first even though he'd have to stand to talk with her. Truth be told he was actually interesting, but Natalie was about to inform him that he shouldn't expect to get lucky with her that night. But lo and behold, suddenly someone's hand was on her shoulder and when she turned she noticed a very familiar face. Natalie had to blink a few times in surprise, and stare a little to register that Brooke aS actually in front of her. There was something about playing along and before Natalie knew it Brooke was kissing her.

Now Natalie had liked Brooke when they worked together. Was she self centered? God yes. Could Brooke be a bitch? Undoubtedly. But still she was funny in her own way and Natalie could humor her. But the moment they worked together Natalie had been uninterested in her. So the fact that Brooke of all people was actually kissing her at that moment only made Natalie think that something was the matter and she'd have to save the brunette's hide. Rolling her eyes just a little, Natalie chuckled but did in fact play along. She wrapped her arms around the girl and moved her slightly away from where Natalie had seen her glance, kissing back just as deeply. Hey might as well.

Eventually she broke it off though, and looked at Brooke with shear amusement that could be partially attributed to her buzz. "And here I thought you were never interested." She taunted playfully, snickering. "I'd say it's good to see you again, but I have a feeling you're still in trouble?"

[Brooklyn Fisher]

The absolute worst thing Brooke could possibly imagine just happened. She'd hoped to at least catch a stranger completely off guard and then make an escape before they realized what had transpired. Unfortunately on this night Lady Luck did not shine her loving gaze down upon the raven-haired New Yorker. The familiar voice caused Brooke's eyes to snap open mid-kiss and she instantly pulled back. Pushing Natalie away, Brooke nearly gagged. She coughed and sputtered in a dreadfully overly dramatic display. "Oh god!" She croaked, waving a hand in front of her face. "No. No. No." Her head shook as she stuck out her tongue and then ran her nails along in it in an effort scrape the taste off it.

"Natalie!" Brooke exclaimed with more than a hint of surprise and just a bit of annoyance. "What the hell are you doing here?} Brooke demanded before rushing off to the bar to order a drink. She was hoping to get her hands on some strong enough to not just get the taste of the other woman out of her mouth but to also cloud her mind and possibly haze over the fact that she had just made out with her former co-worker. If there was any class of person that was sexually off limits for Brooke it was co-workers... that couldn't work it so she got a raise or promotion."