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.

[Elliot Todd]

PARTY NIGHT! YAY!

Elliot hadnt finished drinking yet. 3 hours, 15 shots, 3 cans of beer and a cocktail later... he still was going. If the rainbow boy knew how to do one thing, it was drink. Surprisingly he wasnt overly 'drunk'. His head hurt a bit, but he was fine on his feet.

He was kind of dissapointed at the selection of women in the club tonight. Not many were hot enough to.. 'get his colours going'. Maybe it was time he moved onto another club. As he drew nearer the exit, he suddenly felt a ahnd on his shoulder. He was spun around and was faced by a fairly hot chick.

If you play along it'll be a drink and two hundred dollars. Was all he heard, before he was suddenly pulled into a deep kiss. And Elliot being Elliot, he so kissed back. Hard. He wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her closer and pressing his lips to hers. Not the most normal way to get a kiss, but hey.

[Brooklyn Fisher]

Luck was a strange and fickle thing. Brooke had fallen upon her share of the bad as well as the good. The former evident by by the circumstances that had led to the a sociopathic psycho-bitch as a sister with the latter made obvious by the luck that had come with not only finding someone who was seemingly okay with the prospect of making out with a random girl at the club, but also one who wasn't all that bad looking t either.

Brooke's eyes shifted to the side, seeing the guy she'd been hiding from slip into the crowd, oblivious to her presence. As abruptly as it had started, the kiss Brooke had plastered on the unwitting club goer ended. She pulled quickly pulled away, leaning to the side so she could look past her 'victim' to make sure the guy was gone before giving a satisfied nod. She brought a finger up to wipe at the corner of her mouth before finally turning her attention to the guy she'd just kissed. "Not bad." She said, a sly, mischievous smirk touching her still ruby red lips. She looked him over a little bit before speaking again. At least he was legal. "I'd say it's at least worth a drink." She turned on her heel and started for the bar without giving the guy a second glance. "What're you having?"