I'm Not Bad, I'm Just Written That Way (Open)

[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 whoever 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 a total stranger. 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 her new company. "Hi." She said sweetly. "I'm Brooke." She slid one of the tequila shots across the table to them. "Shot?"

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

When life doesn’t turn out quite like you expected it to, you find other ways to satisfy the whole in yourself. For Akeem, satisfaction came in the form of alcohol and casual hookups. He didn't see himself as the kind of guy to settle down with a wife and kids in a nice suburban house. He’d likely go crazy if things ended up this way. Truth was, he was simply terrible at being faithful. When you had something, you always wanted something else, something better, something different... Not having any ties helped getting those things without getting any blame or feeling any kind of guilt. Not that Akeem was likely to feel guilty of anything. He never cared much if people blamed him for something. He was not going to take responsibility just because they couldn’t deal with his actions.

Akeem came to the club after work. He had grown into some sort of a regular by now. It didn't take him too long to find some good looking woman to flirt with. Things went well, they were at their third drink. And then she admitted not looking for a one night stand. She preferred serious stuff. It didn't take long for Akeem to leave her after that. Seriously, who went into a bar in hope of finding their prince charming? You came for the drinks, the music and the (hopefully) consequence-free fun you could get out of the people gathered there as well.

She did piss him off a little though. He was certain he had been pretty clear from the start what he wanted. Fucking tease. Not wanting to be by the bar, she was still over there last time he checked, he didn’t want to simply stand there while looking for someone else to catch his eye. It would look far too pathetic. He found a booth that was empty and slid in it. There, he could see a bit of the crowd gathered thus allowing him to scan the people and find someone of potential interest, all while regaining some composure.

He didn’t have to wait very long. Or to go after anyone. She came to him. At first, since someone was accompanying him, he believed they came from intimacy and was about to tell them off. Only she shooed the other guy. Both of them must have stared at her, all quiet, wondering which one she was really shooing away before it became clear. He watched the man go before his eyes landed back on her. A far more appealing sight. His lips curled up as well. “I’m Akeem,” he answered her. He nodded in the direction the other guy took. “I’m sure he appreciates you sharing his shots with me.” He didn't appear sorry for the guy at all though and even took the one she handed to him. Now, this one wouldn’t be the kind to tell him she was not for a one night stand for sure.