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are we still on tonight for studying?

of course.
but do you think you could pick me up from practice?
santana was supposed to be my ride
but i'm pretty sure she ditched me.

[ cont. from here ]

a little bit of both, maybe?
but i'd probably blame the school
they didn't let us get away with much of anything

[ unless of course it was sue sylvester asking, and then everyone in power forgot how to say no. ]

think again, reggie
i'm awful at poker and there's no way i'm giving you that much of an advantage

[ although she does have an excellent poker face, but that can only take her so far. ]

unless of course you have a plan b in mind

lame
like why not just do a diff show in that case no one wears clothes in that movie

[ Because obviously he's only ever seen the movie version. ]

ok thats fine, i always have a plan b
plan a is strip poker
plan b is a movie we can turn into a drinking game
you can even pick which one

i never knew you had such strong feelings about musicals.

[ she's just shocked that he's managed to namedrop three actual musicals in this conversation. ]

any movie can be turned into a drinking game if you try hard enough
but in that case, let's stick with the first part of your original plan
the notebook as a drinking game
drink anytime somebody cries, anytime there's a kiss
you'll be passed out on the floor by the time the movie's over off those two alone

ok well, i dont, so lets not get it twisted
but everyones seen at least a couple ok

[ But he'll watch anything with a hot cast, really. A decent story is just a bonus. ]

fine then, youre on
kind of sounds like a movie better enjoyed drunk anyway
just to be clear tho: anytime somebody cries / there's a kiss in the MOVIE, or

OR...?
don't get so presumptuous on me now
besides, you know if you kiss me you're going to forget all about the drinking game.

yeah OR...
i mean if you start crying on me id like to know ahead of time what im supposed to do

[ But, you know. Also the other thing. ]

you seriously underestimate my ability to multitask

hows this weekend

please tell me you're not one of those guys who panics if he sees a girl cry
the notebook might even have you welling up

[ he gets a little credit for it not being the first thing he focused on. very little. ]

saturday night is clear on my end.

[ Or at least being okay at pretending like it wasn't. ]

i wouldnt say panic
panic is a little harsh
if anything im exactly the company youd want during a sad or scary movie, im an excellent source of comfort

my place or yours

and i'm certain that your hands stay in completely appropriate places during this supposed comforting, right?

[ he should just be really happy she's moved past the part of her life where she stops mid-makeout to pray. [

mine is a pretty a safe bet
mom's decided she's ready to date again so she'll probably be out with some random loser

oh yeah absolutely
but you understand thats sort of a case-by-case definition

[ "Appropriate," that is. ]

it must feel good to at least know you dont have to settle for losers 😉
as hot as your mom probably is, good taste is more important
yours it is

don't get too proud of yourself just yet.
my taste may be excellent, but even the smartest people make mistakes.

[ she ought to know. there's been a lot of them. ]

i'm assuming i can rely on you to provide the alcohol?
my mom won't notice anything from the liquor cabinet missing
but these days the stash is significantly lighter than it used to be.

how exactly would u define the difference between one or the other
can u even tell
besides, how can someone as pretty as me be considered a mistake

[ He's probably been considered a mistake by a lot more people than would consider him a good choice befitting of excellent taste, but he prefers his interpretation. ]

always
any special requests?

trust me, the line between them is a lot thinner than you'd think
no offense reg, but usually it's the pretty ones who are the biggest mistakes

[ she may or may not be including herself in that, tbh. ]

but i'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.
nothing too sweet. i'm a fan of dark liquor.

maybe
or maybe its just all in how u spin it
cuz personally i dont really believe in having regrets
usually works out pretty well

[ Because why worry about mistakes when just pretending you never make them works so much better? Clearly. (Extreme situations aside.) ]

like wine dark or rum dark?
u dont like vodka?

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usually?
how long into this conversation before you start quoting the lion king?

[ he knows he wants to break into hakuna matata. ]

vodka is fine, but only if there's a mixer.
rum is good. whiskey is better.

[ she's her father's daughter. ]

but beggars can't be choosers.
i'm sure whatever you manage to get your hands on will be just fine.

[ cont. from here ]

mostly just luck if i had to guess.

[ it definitely isn't because of effort. ]

that depends. are you buying?

of all people to make a statement with, i have to say i think you could've done better than acosta

( is it his place to say so? no. does he care? another no. )

who said anything about making a statement?
he's a friend. a close friend.

[ except for the part where he's actually super weird and creepy and a total stalker. ]

you don't need to say much in order for it to be apparent

( he wasn't at the theater, but a girl like brooke maddox's business doesn't stay private for long. he didn't have to dig too far, and frankly he's not too fond of branson himself. )

trouble in teacher's pet paradise?

[ oh my god, theo. why are you so obsessed with her? ]

look, i get you don't have a lot of friends here, but following me around isn't going to change things at all.

[ when in doubt, deflect. ]

obsessed with you?
as in the one taking you to a theater pawing and keening for a little attention back?

( come on, brooke. we both know you can do better than that. )

we both know i don't have to try that hard to get it. ( cocky, but he's not demeaning her. if anything he revels in it; and she knows that. )

i wasn't following you, for the record.
but am i wrong?

you're wrong about a lot of things. stavo means absolutely nothing to me, and mr branson [ she actively had to stop herself from calling him seth. ] means even less than that. he's a creep who gets off on taking advantage of girls half his age.

[ a realization she really should have come to a year ago. ]

and honestly, the fact that you're so interested in what i do with my time is pretty much putting you on the creep chart too.

i'd agree with you, if you could honestly admit you don't like the attention

keeping tabs, stalking, call it what you want
maybe i'm just the only one who can see how unsatisfied you are
whatever you're looking for you're not going to find in either of those two

( re: you're not going to find it in him, either. he's just as damned as the rest; far more. but he'll still bat for himself any day, especially if it means wriggling himself closer to her. )

[ this whole queen bee thing is a balancing act that she's always trying to manage. of course she wants the attention. it's a constant craving, but people like theo. people who think that they know more about her than she knows herself. they're a headache that just won't go away. ]

you think you can see right through me, but maybe i'm just having fun.
not every guy i sleep with is me searching for anything other than a little satisfaction.
but since you know so much, what is it i'm looking for exactly?

( the thing is, he's often surprised by her spitfire, and while his words may come off as nothing less nor more than coquettish, there's an undertone of admiration kindling beneath the surface. )

see through you? you're more complex than that. but i do see you
not just as a socialite who'd be a good fuck, if that's even what they give you in return.
yeah, just about everyone talks about those parties when daddy's not home and sits in the corner waiting for an opportunity to raid the wine cellar, or your legs when you wear those little skirts of yours.

you know what you're doing. you're intelligent, sharp. calculative.
but what are you really getting out of it?
because if it was worth it, something tells me you wouldn't need another distraction

welcome to lakewood.
everything here is a means to an end. sometimes that end is just about forgetting the fact that we're currently stuck in murdertown usa, and sometimes it's taking a step towards getting out of this godforsaken town.

[ since even dear old daddy doesn't seem to have any higher ambition than running this backwater town. ]

nobody here is going to help me with the former but myself.
i'm perfectly fine with them being something to play with to stave off the boredom.

[ the boredom. the fear. the loneliness. those are two are just too embarrassing to admit. ]

i'd say all the more power to you, if you were the one playing them.

( he knows his remarks are assumptous, but she hasn't come out and denied the fact that shes unsatisfied, that it's one toy after the next to try and find something to satiate that hungering nothingness in the pit of her chest. he can't know what rests there, and he wouldn't ask. but he doesn't need to. whether or not he can read her as well or pitifully as she claims, the more he prods, the more the truth slips out in small tells. )

the town is yours for the taking. shit, i play the game too. we're a lot more alike than you think.
i'm not one to hold you back, and i'm sure as hell not stopping you from letting them embarrass themselves with piss poor performance.

just don't give some douchebag something he doesn't deserve. ( truly he's one to talk. )

[ it's her fatal flaw. brooke prides herself on being the perfect politician's daughter, and using the knowledge she's gained in that role to her own advantage, but the walls she builds to protect herself are faulty at best and certain people, whether she likes it or not, chip away at them just a bit too easily. ]

i only give what i feel like. what they deserve is completely irrelevant.
you're very concerned about me all of a sudden.
my question is, is it genuine, or are you just hurt that you aren't the one in my bed?

( he doesn't know her well enough to understand exactly what it is behind the scenes that's crafting the facade she struts about the halls with, or where she gets that sharp flare and confidence that—even if built from wounded grounds—held an allure even he couldn't deny.

thing is, it's never been about the physical for theo, it's more a mental attraction. her petite little frame, bright pearled teeth and the way she bats those lashes is all just a means of spoiling him. she's gotten her way to the top without him, what he's interested in is how much further she can rise with him building her up. )

my interest has been here for awhile. since some of the first few days i came to lakewood, actually. you've seen me look, unless you want to play coy and make your position here superior. maybe you're the one that's just now paying attention, baby girl.

( but he damn well knows better. )

would i mind being in that bed? no, and i know i can give you a far better time than the scrawny, pathetic pickings of that school, but i don't beg.

as much as i enjoy toying with people, of course i've noticed you staring. you aren't exactly subtle about it.

[ on the contrary, his gaze borders on predatory and it stokes something in her that's equal parts pleasure, anger and need. ]

who said anything about begging, though?

[ okay so really, nothing would make her happier. ]

maybe i just want the truth. you're capable of it, right? or have you completely lost yourself to the game?

( he isn't subtle, and he doesn't try to be. if there's any difference between him and the rest of the males at that school it's that he doesn't pretty up some date just to get into a girl's sheets. if that's where he wants to be, he'll let it be known.

as it stands, he has far more interest in brooke maddox than merely how she'd sound with his head between her legs. )

i think we both know i'm capable of it, maybe a little too much.
but that's what you've been missing, isn't it?

( allow him to fill that void, angel. )

you want the truth? there's nothing i get out of false concern.
if i just wanted to fuck you, i'd make sure you knew and make sure you didn't forget. i'm not worried about winning you over with cheap lines and stowed away hotel rooms. there's a lot of shit going on in this town and while you've made it clear you can handle yourself just fine, maybe you could use someone looking over your shoulder.

[ the mention of motel rooms makes her bristle. she may be complex, but he knows more about her than she's comfortable with. not that her mom's "retreat" has ever been lakewood's best kept secret, but... ]

in my experience, trust is nothing more than a campaign promise. so what am i going to gain from you having my back?

[ it sounds more challenging than it's meant to maybe, but the list of people she genuinely trusts can be counted on one hand with fingers to spare. ]
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Wouldn't surprise me, honestly.

[putting effort into actual eating? good thing warren is buying, then.]

Sure am. Whatever you wanna get, I'll pay.

in that case, i feel pretty damn good about it.

[ she lives alone in a condemned church. what do you really expect of her, warren? ]

breakfast or dinner, doesn't matter to me. just so long as it's greasy.

[ standards. she has them. ]

We're on the same page, then. Bitchin'.

[desperate times call for desperate measures, perhaps? long as he's around though, she won't have to worry about dumpster-diving or anything.]

The greasiest.

So, like, Denny's good? Because they can do whatever the hell we want.

i mean, this late at night, it's basically denny's or mcdonalds, right?

i'll take a grand slam anyday.

[ really, he's basically her hero right now. she just won't ever admit it. ]

any chance i could beg a ride off you?

Basically, and Denny's sounds way better than Mc'D's.

Cool, cool. We're on the same page, then.

[she won't ever have to, either. perhaps warren will tease her some, harmless things here and there, but where he might've ordinarily outright held it over some people, he's trying to avoid that now.

and hey, maybe he likes her. a little.]

No need to beg, honestly. Would you rather fly or ride? I'd have no trouble getting us a bike.

their booths are way comfier than those shitty plastic mcd's ones too.

[ not that she's ever slept on one or anything. absolutely not.

and hey, maybe she likes him a little too. at least, she definitely enjoys the fact that he's declining an opportunity to be a pompous asshole. it's the little things in life. ]

look, i trust you not to drop me and everything, but lets go with the bike this time. it's less terrifying for the one of us that doesn't have wings.

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hi quinn.

aaayyy

for bragnificent

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returns a million years later

sup :)

<3 sorry i disappeared there for a while!

no worries!!

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for verpissdich

– brooke.

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god i'm sorry i took so long to respond ;;;

no worries!

most excellent ♥

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