#para:brandon

[stfuolivia]

Battle Of The Sexes | Brandon & Olivia

Liv was laying in bed, skimming through her magazine or at least trying to. For the past ten minutes the only thing Olivia could hear, other than the groans she let out from pure annoyance, was Brandon’s music from below. Other than their one night stand, Liv didn’t know much about this man but he was interesting to say the least. ‘It’s as if he’s doing this on purpose!!!’ She screamed in her head, the only way she be able to hear herself from all the noise from below. Rolling her eyes, she slammed her magazine down on her coffee table and slipped on her shoes, running her hands through her hair and headed her way down to the source of the noise. ‘Of course it’s Brandon.’ She thought, banging her tiny little fist on his door after arriving to his floor. Olivia listened carefully for him inside, but didn’t hear anything but his music. This time she took both of her tiny fist and banged them harder on his door, hoping this time he’d hear. As she waited, Liv placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head waiting for him to finally open up.

[anticipvtion]

swing by ll brooke&brandon

The blonde had just been invited to swing by the devilishly handsome brunette’s office. Brooke had seen Brandon around in one of those college parties. All she really knew about him was that his name was Brandon and he was really cute. She pulled on her jacket before stopping to evaluate her outfit. She was wearing a maroon sweater with black skinny jeans and town combat boots. I look fine. I don’t want to over do it, after all. She took her house keys before walking towards the office he had told her about to lock the doors. Brooke swung open the glass doors of his office and took the elevator up after the secretary told her his office number. She took a deep breath as the doors swung open on the right floor and she soon found herself knocking on his door.

[ceceinnyc]

Switzerland

Nothing had gone according to plan since Cece arrived back in New York. She'd hoped that she could come back to the city and pick up where she'd left off; paying the rent with provocative photoshoots, earning petty cash singing at The Rum House and getting incredibly fucked up with Brandon, Raine and Gabe whenever their shifts all allowed. It had made her happy before, and she hadn't doubted before she got back that anything major would have changed in her year away. Returning to the news that Brandon and Raine had fallen apart, spectacularly, and to her parent's disapproval - not to mention the crazy new feelings for Gabe - it was a lot to take in. When Brandon suggested drinks after work, the idea of getting absolutely shit-faced and not having to think about anything - now there was an attractive proposition. 

Only, the more Cece thought about it, the more concerned she became. Drinking with B was all well and good, but she'd seen a lot of Raine recently, and she didn't really want him grilling her on what Raine was doing, and who with, and what was going on with her. It was bad enough that Raine had told her that they'd had sex when Raine was supposed to be moving her stuff out of B's flat. She didn't want to be stuck in the middle of Brandon and Raine, but she didn't want to have to choose between them, either. 

After they'd both finished their duties for the night, Cece bought a couple of beers and sat at a booth with Brandon. She took a long swig and decided to be pretty blunt about her thoughts. 

"So, I have no idea what's going on with you and Raine right now - and really, I'm not sure that I want to know - but before you say anything, I'd just like to point out that I'm like Switzerland, okay? I am a neutral party. I take no sides, I'm not getting involved. You guys are both my friends and I would like you both to be happy so I am not going to be a go-between in this thing. So if this is going to turn into World War 3 - well, I'm not enlisting. Okay?"

[monica-lovell-blog]

Shots || Dana&Brandon.

Swinging her arms by her side, Dana walked at a leisurely pace towards the East dorms. There was a faint clink of bottles hitting on other bottles in her bag, which certainly got her a few looks as she passed other students, but she was unconcerned by this. Finally reaching the east dorms, she smiled at the few people she knew standing about in the halls and stood to have a quiet idle catch up with them, not rushing at all. Breaking away from the conversation she took the time to look around the dorms, having only been there a few times before, before heading in the direction that she assumed Brandon’s room was in. Arriving at room 294 she knocked hesitantly, peering around her. When the door opened she turned back to face the frame to check that she did in fact have the right room and, luckily for her, she did. “Hello you,” she greeted, before shuffling into his room, regardless of her being invited in or not.

Dropping her bag into his bed, Dana gave him a quick hug, before sitting herself down on the edge of his bed, again, not waiting for him to invite her to sit down.  “How was your summer then?” She asked, already opening her bag and sifting through the contents. She knew for a fact drinking alcohol wasn’t something Brandon did regularly, if ever. Slipping a plastic bottle out her bag, she took a small sip of it, quickly detecting the fact it was vodka and lemonade and it wasn’t want she was looking for. Settling for the other bottle in the bag, she took it out and placed it on the bed, before flinging two glasses out beside it. "Right Brandon, there's no better time like the present..and I don't want you backing out on me, " She laughed, placing the two glasses on the bed-side table and filling them with the contents of the bottle, which just happened to be straight vodka. "So, you just take it and chuck it back, don't taste it, your tongue will burn like a fucker," Dana explained, picking up a glass and gesturing to the other one. After a quick count down, she did exactly as she explained before, slamming the glass back down in it's place, before turning her gaze back over to Brandon, watching him expectantly. 

[sean-mcdonal]

Just One Drink | Sean and Brandon (AU Week 1)

'Just one drink.' Sean laughed at the though as he pushed open the door to the bar. He'd chosen it well; making sure that it wasn't a complete dump, not wanting to look cheap, but also being careful not to choose a five-star place. He didn't want it to look like he tried too hard, and he'd need a decent reason to want to leave there later when he got bored of 'just one drink'. Sean had never gone out for drinks and returned home sober and he didn't plan to do so anytime soon - that's just embarrassing. This Brandon guy definitely needed help loosening up a little.

Sean found a decent place to sit at and called the tender for two Vodka and Cokes. He knew for a fact that the guy was trying to get a job at Sean's dad's bar, and the bar tender would definitely be more than willing to run around to serve him, which was another reason that he chose this bar.