"Alright Boozy… Let's get you to bed. Come on." She slowly helps him to the hotel bed. It's hard for her considering that he's leaning all 200 pounds of pure muscle onto her. She's basically his legs and while she's not a twig her weight holds nothing to his. She finally succeeds in getting him to bed and slowly pushes him down. "Alright," She murmurs to herself.

"The bed is spinning," He complains looking up at her as if he were in pain. There's an almost lost look of confusion in his eyes and she feels a ping at her heart. He looks so innocent. So broken just sitting there staring up at her and she wants to save him. Save him from all the pain he's going through right now because she used to be so good at it in high school. Or at least she tried but she realizes that she doesn't know this broken boy sitting in front of her. Not anymore. They had grown apart in the last 3 years. They had gone on to do their own things and their lives had changed drastically since they were teenagers.

"You're going to be okay. I'm going to get you into some jammies and I'm going to take a cab home and you can sleep it off," She tells him instead of the words she really wants to say. What she really wants to say is for him to let her take the pain away but that could get her and him into a lot of trouble and right now she has too much going on to be worried about petty little drama following her around. "Here," She slowly begins to unbutton his shirt and he is surprised when one of his strong hands pulls her forward by her elbow.

"Or you could stay," He smells like expensive booze, soap and laundry. A smell she hadn't realized she missed until just now while she was standing just mere inches from him. And she knows that if she doesn't do something to stop it then something is going to happen that she won't be able to control. Because the look he's giving her is that look that used to drive her crazy in high school. And before she could even blink, he leans toward her and connects their lips. The kiss starts off slow and she's into it. She loves the way his lips meld into hers and she's brought back to one of their late night bed make outs when they dated senior year. How they would just lay on his bed for hours, kissing like it was needed for them to survive. His tongue begging for entrance into her mouth is what pulls her back to reality and she pushes on his chest, disconnecting their lips.

"Okay, I think that might be the second stupidest thing you've done in the past 24 hours," She mumbles, more to herself then him. Because they've both done stupid things in the last 24 hours. Him leaving her best friend and the kiss. Her agreeing to come with him and the kiss. And she hates how she's conflicted. A part of her wants to just let him continue kissing her in the way he used to but the other part. The rational part of her knows that this shouldn't be happening. "Luke, we're not in high school anymore. And I love Peyton, and even if you don't want to admit it right now, so do you. Okay?" The words slip out of her mouth before she can even process them and as she looks down at him once more, she has to close her eyes to shield herself from seeing that confused pained look on his face.

"She rejected me," He mumbles into the air. He sounds so lost.

"She loves you," She murmurs to him as she brings her hand up to cup his cheek. "And even if she didn't, this doesn't make what we were about to do right. In fact, everything about this night is so wrong," She tells him. She's trying to convince both of them that it was all just a mistake.

"Brooke…" He looks up at her, his eyes searching her face but she looks away and lets her hand fall from his face. He gently grabs her chin and looks into her glazed over hazel eyes. "Brooke," He says this time a little more firmly and she just nods at him. "I need you to save me," He tells her, a note of desperation in his voice. And it's those words that Brooke needs to hear to continue because in that moment, everything slips away. She has only one mission in life now : Save Lucas Scott. And before any one of them could blink, their a sweaty mess of limbs on that hotel bed.

"Brooke…Brooke!" A distant voice calls her name but she's so lost in her daydream that she ignores it and sets it aside as her going crazy. Nothing is real but her and that blonde love in that moment. Sharing something they had lost so long ago. "Brooke!" A push on her shoulder wakes her from her dream and she shakes her head looking into the eyes of her assistant and good friend Millicent.

"Yes?" And from the look on Millicent's face, she knows that she was caught up in her own thoughts for quite some time.

"Are you okay?" Millicent asks worriedly.

"Yes, why do you ask?" Brooke gives her a confused look, tipping her head to the side.

"Because lately you've been really…off. Not yourself. Quiet and I'm worried about you. I just want to make sure that you're feeling alright." Millicent explains looking down at her plain black heels as if she offended Brooke in some way.

"I'm sorry about that. I just have a lot on my mind. I'm stressed but it comes with the job," Brooke apologizes tossing in a fake dimpled smile just to ease Millicent up a little bit. She doesn't want her assistant thinking she did something wrong when the only problem was Brooke. "Now what were you saying?" She asks, wanting to drop the subject and move onto something less stressful. Yes, for once, Brooke thought there was something more stressful than work.

"I was telling you the schedule for today. You have a meeting with Victoria in your office at 11 and then a meeting with the board at 2. Also, there's a model call at 4 but I'm not sure if you were going to go to that so I just put a…" All of a sudden Brooke feels a wave of nausea pass her body and she puts a hand up a hand, interrupting the short brunette in the middle of her sentence. "Brooke? Are you sure you're okay? You look really pale." Millicent notes with a worried look on her face.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Brooke mumbles before running for the nearest bathroom leaving a very worried and confused Millicent behind.