B. Davis

Brooke woke up and went to the window, expecting to see a blizzard, or hail, or rain of toads after yesterday's random gorgeousness. Apparently she wanted to depress herself first thing in the morning. So imagine her utter glee at seeing that it was still randomly gorgeous.

She pointed a finger threateningly at the sky and said, "You stay this way."

And then she headed to her laptop, opening it and starting an E-mail.


To: FH Students
From: Brooke Davis
Subject: It's nice. We party.

In case you haven't looked outside yet, go do so. Assuming you came back to the computer after tseeing the utterly beautiful weather, you can consider this an invite. I will be at the beach this afternoon.

There will be bathing suits, and drinks. That alone should get you out there.


B. Davis


And then it was off to get ready for the little get-together she just made up right now.

[Establishy, unless the roomie wants to ping in. All students would have gotten the E-mail.]