Room 512, Thursday evening

[gobrookeyourself]

Brooke was currently torturing herself. Namely, she was surfing the websites of the stores she used to shop and designers she liked and it was resulting in a sort of occasional whimper as she once again remembered she couldn't have any of it. She was beginning to wonder if she could sell blood at the clinic. Yeah, it had been gross and she'd felt all light-headed afterwards last time she did it, but she'd spent way less money on drinks, and clothing was an investment.

This is what she was doing at least until Rock of Love finished downloading.

[Open.]

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[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"I thought you hard boiled it--her!" he said. "I'm sure she would have been fine if you dropped her."

Dick shouldn't be allowed to have kids.

[gobrookeyourself]

"So not the point!" Brooke said, though while she'd ducked, the egg baby had been completely at risk of pillow-hittage. "I don't think I can manage the makeup that would be needed to cover up a cracked shell when we hand her back in tomorrow."

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"You were the one who started the abuse," he pointed out.

[gobrookeyourself]

"That was not abuse. That was... cushion-throwing. Completely different. Yeah, my argument's not going to hold up, is it?"

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

*facepalms* I was busy breaking up with my fake girlfriend omg

"Not at all," he said. "At least our precious egg-baby wasn't hurt."

[gobrookeyourself]

I saw! *hugs*

Brooke reached down to get the cushion, even making a show of fluffing it before placing it on the desk, and Suri on top of it. "And she almost looks comfy, even."

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sure she does," he said, giving Brooke a weird look.

[gobrookeyourself]

"Oh, hush, I'm still getting myself an A," she reminded him. She assumed.