Brooke walked in the front door, finally home from work, to find Peyton sitting on the couch with a magazine in her lap and her sketchbook by her side.
"Peyton, I'm bored," she said, literally dropping her things on the floor where she stood and closing the door behind her.
"Wanna have sex?" Peyton asked without even looking up. Her face remained straight and her eyes stayed trained on the text of her magazine. Broke hesitated, a smirk on her face, before walking further into the room and perching on the coffee table in front of Peyton.
"Tempting," she said coyly, "but that's not what I meant." Peyton finally looked up. "I'm sick of work and customers and this stupid new fall line I've been working on forever and getting nowhere with. I wanna go out and do something. Don't you wanna go out and have fun?" Peyton thought mockingly for a moment.
"..I dunno…. Sound like hard work-"
"Oh, c'mon P. Sawyer! You're killing me, please? You wanna take me out tonight, don't you?"
"Well, it's funny that you mention it because Nathan and Haley and Lucas wanted to do something with us tonight."
"… Oh…" Brooke started.
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, it's nothing. We can go out with them it's just that- Well, I kinda just wanted to go out with you tonight."
"Brooke, we don't have to go out with them-"
"No, no, it's fine. It'll be fun." Brooke pulled the magazine from Peyton's lap, setting it gently on the table beside her before standing up and resettling back down on top of Peyton in a straddle. The blonde's hand went almost immediately to Brooke's waist. "I'll just have to take you up on that sex offer whenever we get home," she said.
