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Brooke Davis ([personal profile] gobrookeyourself) wrote2009-03-04 03:42 pm

Room 221, Wednesday evening

Today Brooke Davis was legal.

And for now, she was hanging out in her room, going over what website orders she'd have to work on while pondering going out. She'd sort of wanted a party, but at the same time when most of the people you thought were likely to go were involved in some sort of drama (never mind that she'd drunkenly helped there, as she had no memory of this), that kind of put you in less of a party mood. Plus she'd spent a week drunk and that cut in on planning time. Details. Maybe this weekend.

The door was open, Brooke was working, and it was totally cover for listening for more birthday wishes from home which usually included demands of "Why am I not leaving messages on your voicemail right now?"


[Open door, open post.]

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Peyton stopped in, of course, it being her BFF's birthday.

"This sucks. I can't go shoplift anything for you today."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Peyton raised an eyebrow. "In the stores here? 3 feet by 3 feet? We wouldn't get out the front door."

Not like she was going to admit the deal she had with the store owner back home.

"You'll have to find some other nefarious thing we can do."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
"And there are no actual cars on the island," Peyton pointed out.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay," Peyton said with a grin, "so where do you want to go? We could always take a taxi to steal a car, I suppose. God knows we're not stealing one here. The only good ones are mine and Dean's and I'm really not quite ready for a violent death, so..."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
"God, yes, and no, Brooke, we are not messing with his car," Peyton said with a laugh. "Sooooooo not."

"Here." She tossed her a package. "Obligatory tacky gift."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't say I never gave you anything," Peyton drawled with a smile. "I also made this. And I made it easy open in the back so you could switch your boys in and out easily."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"You didn't think I was going to just let your birthday go by, did you?" Peyton asked with a smile.

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
"No pillow throwing necessary," Peyton said with a smile. "I even sent stuff to other you back home. Who, for obvious reasons, doesn't know about Fandom you."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Somehow I didn't think other you would be really pleased to think I might replace her," Peyton said with a laugh. "And it took us long enough to mend fences before, thank you very much."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Exactly," Peyton said. "Better all the way around if I don't say anything at all. And can you imagine if I told her I'd been hanging out with Lucas?"

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Peyton laughed. "You know somebody here rich enough to bail us out when we get arrested?"

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, then," Peyton said, throwing her hands up and laughing. "I guess we're off to steal a car."

[identity profile] darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Peyton laughed again and got to her feet. "All right, lead the way, girlfriend."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Kaylee bounded down the stairs and knocked on Brooke's open door, a few packages in her arms.

It's okay. Only two were homemade. But there was a theme involved. "Hi! Happy birthday!"

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"It's your birthday. You get stuff," she told her happily, carefully depositing the packages on Brooke's bed. "Are you havin' a good birthday so far?"

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I thought it was gonna happen there for a sec, at practice!" Kaylee told her, wide-eyed. "But, whatever, boys is dumb. Presents!"

She snagged the biggest package -- which, under the wrapping, resembled something along the lines of this -- and offered it to Brooke. "You gotta promise t'invite me over when you use this stuff, s'the only condition on these presents."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Especially with this," she added, handing over something that was similar to this.

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Kaylee looked a little proud at that, even as she passed over the last two parcels. "Maybe I should make a bunch an' see if Mr. Stark'll wanna market it. I didn't make these, though."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"They're candy!" she said, nodding excitedly. "An' I dunno. We should, though. I ain't done nearly 'nough experimentin' with the boozes on this planet."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Glad I could help," Kaylee said cheerily. "It gave me a project for a couple weeks, anyways!"

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I been pokin' at it since you mentioned your birthday," she said, nodding. "Not while we was on the ship, though."

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no, I spent it playin' in water an' havin' nice dates with Ned an' buildin' sandcastles an' lookin' at fishes," she assured her.

[identity profile] weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I should've wished you luck. He don't like booze too much," she said, shaking her head.