gobrookeyourself | Room 512, Sunday morning

Brooke had gone from loving this place to sort of hating it. On first glance, the guys were pretty gorgeous, there was cheerleading to try out for even if she'd been a captain at her old school, and okay, sure, there was a girl with her face but it wasn't like she was planning to have to deal with her at all. And on second glance, the girl with her face was really putting a crimp in her sex life, and she'd been frustrated enough after that whole thing with Gavin that she was kind of being confused already. So she'd given up on finding a hookup and concentrated more on getting drunk. Really, really drunk.

It probably wasn't worth the pounding headache and nausea that came with waking up today, but it had made perfect sense at the time. And if she pulled the pillow over her head to keep out any noise or light or anything, it would all be fine before long, really.

[Establishy, unless you're really up for SP.]