A/N: New story set in college, hope you like it REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with One Tree Hill!

It was Friday night in New York City and it was hot, with even hotter Nightclubs. It was in the early part of the evening when the hustle and bustle of the city was picking up once more as the nightlife was starting to liven up. Brooke Davis and her two best friends, Peyton Sawyer and Haley James, were getting ready to hit the streets. Brooke had heard of the opening of a new club right in the center of Times Square, and according to 'Cosmo' it was the 'hottest thing to do' Brooke was waiting impatiently for the rest of her trio in a short black skirt with longish silk red top with matching shoes (A/N: any girls wanna give me some ideas, I have no idea what clothes for girls are called. I'm such a guy!)

Peyton was finishing up her make up with humming to herself, and no one had seen Haley in the past hour. "Hales! Come on don't reform back to your old tutor girls ways, we're in college, and it's the weekend before classes start, get your ass out here! That goes for you too P. Sawyer!" Peyton laughed as she emerged from her bathroom. "I'm ready to go Brooke it's little Miss. Music Major in there!" Brooke and Peyton shared a laugh and waited for Haley to come out, who was nervous because Brooke had made her go out and buy some club clothes by herself for the first time, and she thought she's done a pretty damn bad job. She had done her hair in the light waves that Brooke had shown her to do, and it looked hot! She wore this blue sparkly top with a pinstripe. She emerged from her room when she heard Brooke and Peyton teasing her about her lack of taste in clothing, but the soon shut up as Haley emerged. They were both speechless, Haley looked fantastic.

They laughed all the way to the club which was crowded, but somehow Brooke used her charm to get in faster and get them alcohol wristbands. Rage, the club, was huge, two floors and enough space to hold hundreds of people. There were bars everywhere and people always at them. "OK Girlies! I say we get drinks but I wanna make this interesting!" Peyton said. "I want to see how uncomfortable you can make…that bartender there, in the blue shirt with the blonde hair, by using any means necessary!" Brooke accepted the challenge and walked over to her victim 'Poor guy' she thought 'he's hot and I'm about to make him even hotter!' The bar had cleared to just a few people as the dance competition was under way. She leaned over the bar, letting just enough cleavage hang out to make a guy squirm.

The blonde guy walked over to her unfazed, smiled a sexy smile and asked "What can I get you?" "It depends, I don't know if you can handle my order." She replied slyly. The bartender looked at her still unfazed. "I'm pretty sure I can" he replied with a smirk. "Ok well I am absolutely in love with Sex on the Beach…and the drink too, of course," she said and winked at him, "but right now I'd do anything for a Screaming Orgasm!" "I'm good at those." The bartender said while chuckling. "I bet you are handsome." Brooke flirted, and it felt weird to her because the way he looked at her, she could tell that he wasn't a user, that he actually good 'boyfriend material' He came back with the drink and set it down. "It's on the house, it seems to me that you could a real hard Screaming Orgasm right now." He flirted back. It was the Brooke Davis charm, he had butterflies in his stomach, which was unusual, but he liked the feeling. Throughout the night Brooke had been drawn back the the special bartender, it was like they had a connection, they had to be close in age, he didn't look that much older, if older at all. At the quiet times she would just wonder over there and chat with him, and enjoyed it. She felt wanted and she could tell that he did too, that he wasn't doing it because it was his job, they both felt something. The night was coming to a close, and the trio of girls were still there. Brooke had been the more responsible one that night. Haley and Peyton were smashed, and were busy grinding either with each other or random people that asked. Brooke was sitting at the bar again sipping her water.

When 'her bartender' came out of the back and started to clean up in front of her space. "So what's your name handsome?" Brooke inquired with her dimpled grin. "I'll tell you mine after you tell me yours." She giggled, and for some reason gave it to him. "Hi, I'm Brooke, Brooke Davis." She said extending her hand. He chuckled grabbed her hand and shook it "I'm Lucas, Lucas Scott, and I know this may seem forward, but I would like to take you out for dinner sometime." He inquired, nervous like he used to be in high school. She smiled and replied. "Yeah, I'd like that Lucas, here's my number give me a call sometime." And with that she left to find Haley and Peyton. That was the first time Brooke had ever doine that, give her cell number to a guy she just met, but she felt something special and she had a feeling that he did too.

A/N: I know there wasn't a lot of dialog in this chapter. R&R! Three words will do! Did you love it hate it? Let me know. Got any ideas, that I can incorporate? Let me know, it takes less than thirty seconds.

- Cheery's Broody Boy!