#p:brooke

[ariaxfleming-blog]

04/28 / sometime around 12:30 AM / harbor falls, lousiana

At the request of Harley, Aria pays Brooke a visit...

Aria leaned against the brick wall of Harbor Fall's only bar. The cool night air surrounded her, the temperature drop courtesy of the rain. Rolling her eyes slightly, Aria now understood where this shitty weather came from. A cigarette was placed lazily between her lips, she took a long inhale from it, pulling it away from her lips as she took another look around. Aria was not in the mood for this. For any of this. But her latest anxiety was crippling her and if she was going to get her mojo back somehow, a fellow Amet was the safest bet. Plus, Kit Stone was somehow growing on her. The sound of the bar door opening caught her attention and a small smile appeared on her lips. Throwing her cigarette to the ground, she crushed it under her heel, and turned the corner slowly as the brunette appeared in front of her. "Brooke Vega...​right​?"

Brooke needed a drink. As always. The small bar was pathetic, but any place that served alcohol was okay in her book. Creepy bartenders aside. Though, walking through the threshold and hearing her name come from a familiar face wasn't exactly what she expected. Brooke heard stories about the infamous Aria Fleming and would know her anywhere. But, Brooke was sure she didn't need an ego boost. Using the conversation Brooke had with Arias twin sister, she said, "That's me. Aren't you that bubbley girl who was obsessed with my jacket?"

Aria 's smile turned to a scowl quickly as she clearly mentioned Charlie and she rolled her eyes. "I believe I was the one that was asking the questions." With the help of her power, she turned back around the corner and pulled the girl with her. Out of the view of any of the humans and the front of the bar, she marched up to the brunette and grabbed her throat. Shoving her against the brick wall, she tightened her grip and tilted her head a little. "A little birdy told me you're going around poisoning people. I used to take out reckless Amets like you, because ​that's a problem​." Glaring, she released her grip and turned on her heel, keeping her back to the girl. "I have very little patience right now and the fact I haven't snapped your spine yet, proves I'm being kind. Now, you can walk away like a good little girl and keep your hands to yourself or I can shatter your knees and you can sleep in this alley." Aria turned to meet the brunette's eyes. "What's it going to be?"

Brooke laughed through the pain of Aria's tightening grip around her neck. Someone tattled to Mommy Badass, it seemed. Kit wouldn't, she knew, but Harley, gentleman Harley​, definitely would. "You know, I never pegged you for a girl who takes orders from men 400 years her junior," she said after her throat was released from the brunette's death grip. "What'd he offer you?" she asked, ignoring the scowl she received last time she asked her something. Brooke pushed past the woman, lightly touching her hand to Aria's shoulder, using her power against her. She didn't poison her that​ much, but, like Kit, Aria wouldn't be happy with her. "You win," she said over her shoulder. "No more poison. Starting now." With Nathan so close, the pain in her neck didn't subside and she would bruise. But, it was nothing she couldn't handle. "I guess I'll be seeing you around Char--sorry. Aria."

Aria glared at Brooke, crossing her arms. Silently listening to her ramble, it was after her fingers brushed over her shoulder that she snapped. Aria wasn't an idiot and with Carter in town, a numbing sensation was already spreading through her arm. "Wrong. I don't take orders. I collect allies." Grabbing the girl's wrist before she could go any further, she pulled her back towards her. "I also don't take well to stupidity." Twisting the girls arm, while also adding pressure with her power, she felt her wrist bones shift and crack under her grip. Leaning towards her ear, she whispered her threat. "Fucking touch me again and I'll bury you alive." Shoving the brunette forward with force, the sound of Brooke's skull connecting with the brick wall was the sound she was waiting for. Smiling, Aria released her grip on the Amet in front of her, watching her slump to the ground immediately. "Sweet dreams, cupcake." Turning, Aria didn't give Brooke another glance as she rounded the corner, and headed home.

Brooke wasn't exactly surprised when Aria grabbed her wrist, but when a shooting pain went through her arm, she couldn't help but let out a scream. In an unbearable amount of pain, the words Aria said to her went in one ear and out the other. All she could focus on was her arm until everything went black.

[hjviolet]

A Night Out- Brooke and Billy

Billy finished getting ready and then headed out with Brooke. She was taking the other girl to a little pub not that far away. It wasn't too busy all the time but it was still fun. Plus it was close enough to campus that getting back to their dorms wouldn't be too big of a mess. Billy wanted Brooke to have a good time but also didn't want to ruin her for alcohol.

[blink-18lukey]

Candy Shop || Brooke + Luke

Luke sat at the food of his bed, fingers tapping against his legs as anxiety coursed through his veins. His computer was perched in his lap, and all he needed was a reply from Brooke. The moment he read the notification, the laptop was shoved under a pillow and he was scrambling around the room. "Beanie, beanie, where's a beanie?" He muttered under his breath. After a bit of searching, he found what he was looking for and grabbed his keys off the desk. Lucas made his way to the front door, locked it behind him, and dashed to his car. He really, really needed to talk to Brooke so he wanted to get to her as fast as he could. Before heading out, Luke shot a text out to Brooke to let her know he was on his way, and pulled out of the driveway and onto the street. A short while later, he was parked in front of Michael and Brooke's shared abode, waiting somewhat impatiently for his blonde friend to come join him.

[ethan-hearst]

The Reckless and the Brave | Ethan & Brooke

It was the night following the grand masquerade that had been the talk of the campus, with many of those lucky to have attended settling back into the mundane. Ethan hadn't drunk enough that night, at least not enough to wake up with a raging hangover in some unknown garden of the manor. Instead, he'd managed to wake up refreshed and sober to take an off day and lounge around. As Ethan got around to socialize with some familiar faces, it was the run in with a particular brunette that'd set his plans for the evening. It wasn't long before he'd managed to find out her full name, which was when he'd matched up the connection between her and Miko. She was her cousin and although that should've struck more of a chord in him, it didn't. In the back of his mind however, there was a consistent pondering on whether or not what he was doing was bordering wrong, although he settled with a simple no.

With a few bottles in hand all filled with variations of alcohol, Ethan made his way to the Square, being the central meeting place for most students during the day. Although it was pitch black, it was all too easy to spot the girl from afar as she stood in the middle of the wide open space. "It's not too cold out here, is it?" the boy called out, waiting for her to turn around before lifting up the collection of bottles. "You'd be surprised how much booze Sterling has. Or maybe it's not that much of a surprise." Shrugging, Ethan cocked his head to the side as they began walking over towards one of the more offside grass areas. Once he'd found a spot he was happy with, the boy sat down and began opening up one of the bottles. "Can I get sent to prison for this? You're not even old enough to legally drink," he noted, although his expression conveyed a lack of caring as he lifted the bottle to his mouth.

[evan-oliver]

We'll All Float On Any Way || Brooke + Evan

Evan itched at his arms, staring down at the clear overly chlorinated water, wiggling his toes as he tried to settle his rushing pulse. He missed swimming, he stopped the team when he started losing weight, when his arms stopped being covered in doodles of cats and cute boys, and started baring the result of the guilt that tore at his mind. The room was silent, as was most of the school, and taking a deep breath Evan jumped into the too cool water, skin prickling in protest as he swam towards the end of the pool, the side opposite the diving boards. 

He started off slow, working his way back to elementary school and sixth grade, his shoulder rolling stiffly. He should've stretched, it didn't help that he hadn't kept up with his yoga. He turned his face into the water, having to come up for air more often than he should have had to. He hadn't been in the water in years, and he knew it'd take weeks for him to get used to it again.

He didn't know how long he had been going for, he knew he was on his twelfth lap though, and he felt his bones slowly melting, his arms stinging painfully as he stretched them over his head, propelling his body through the water. The sound of the door opening had him ducking to his chin beneath the water, paddling to the side as he hid himself from the invader. When he recognized the face, his nerves didn't lessen, and he simply let out a confused squeak. "Brooke?" 

[allicums]

Cuddles & Kisses || Giselle & Brooke

It was their last night in Miami, and honestly Giselle could not have been any more happy about it. Sure, she loved the sun, the warm weather, the beaches.. She loved a whole lot of things, but they would never make up for the amount of drama and heartbreak this trip had been filled with. And for Giselle Hayden to think that there had been too much drama, it was saying something. Usually she loved it, all of it. But Florida had definitely taken the best of her. If there was one thing the blonde didn't regret about the past week though, it was getting closer to Brooke. Up until now, she had never really spoken to the girl, but she's glad she did. Never did she think she'd become that close, but she wasn't complaining.

Eager, Giselle has started packing her bags early that morning which was a little strange considering she usually puts everything off until the very last minute being the huge procrastinator that she is. But no, she had enough of this whole vacation, and it was time to go home. She was tired, and she assumed everyone else was too. She was slightly surprised that there had not been a last party, but it didn't bother her that much. No, Giselle had been in her PJ's for practically the whole day, and she had no intention on getting out of them. Actually, she was in the mood the cuddle, and when Brooke agreed, she was happy. It'd be a lie if she said she wasn't. Sure, she was still heartbroken and sad, she knew she'd feel that way for quite some time. But up until now, the brunette was doing a pretty good job a helping her forget her troubles and helping her remember who she really was.

[allicums]

Sweet Suite || Giselle & Brooke

Giselle had never felt so depressed in her whole entire life. Her now ex girlfriend had just broken up with her, and for a while, the blonde didn't think she would ever be okay. They do say the first cut is the deepest, after all. That surprisingly didn't last long, though. After spending the night before locked away in her room watching The Notebook over and over again while stuffing her face with ice cream and chocolate, Giselle refused to stay isolated any longer. Sure, she wasn't ready to face Gabriella and she knew it would take a while for her to get over her, but they were in Miami, and she decided to make the best of it while it lasted.

All she wanted to do was get drunk. She believed that alcohol was the answer to most if not all problems, and if Gabriella could go out an enjoy herself, she for sure as hell had no intention of holding back. Pulling herself out of the bed, Giselle showered quickly and fixed her hair and makeup before heading downstairs to the hotel's bar seeing as everyone had agreed to meet up there for yet another party. They were always partying, but the petite girl wasn't complaining.

She walked in knowing that the night would hold a little more than just a few drinks, and part of her was proud that she was actually moving on, if you will. And then her eyes met Gabriella, and immediately, she had become insecure. That would definitely explain why she took no time to walk up to the bar and down drink after drink and shot after shot. Occasionally, Giselle became an emotional drunk, and this seemed to be one of those occasions. Those tears didn't fall for very long though, because once she had caught Brooke's eye, she remembered that this night was supposed to be fun and not depressing.

They had a few drinks along with a few makeout sessions until Giselle just couldn't wait any longer. She wanted Brooke and she wanted her so bad. "Can we get out of here already?" She asked, slurring her words a little. She was drunk after all. Biting down on her lower lip, she looked the brunette up and down for what was the millionth time that night as she waited for an answer.