Brooke's new apartment- NYC- Friday afternoon

[gobrookeyourself]

Yesterday had been Brooke's nineteenth birthday. Her mother either forgot, or ignored it. So it had been a sucky nineteeth birthday, save for the call from her Peyton assuring her she'd stolen something she thought Brooke would like and it was in the mail, right until Rachel demanded that they go out and celebrate. That had at least been fun, even if Brooke didn't exactly remember the last hour or so of it.

So it was a nicely hungover Brooke who was holed up in her new room, trying to keep her concentration together long enough to work on sketches for Monday's meeting. It wasn't going so well.


[Open for calls or Emails, with some SP as I work, and avoid work.]