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Room 221, Wednesday evening
Mar. 4th, 2009 03:42 pmToday 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.]
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.]
