Dear God! What was that awful brightness? Brooke opened her eyes and immediately shut them again. Daylight. Dreaded daylight. Sure it was just the sun peeking in through the curtains and blinds but it felt like a cruel and bright spotlight shining directly in her sensitive eyes. Brooke tried to move her face away from its path only to be hit with a throbbing ache in her left temple. Desperately reaching for a sitting position, her stomach suddenly churned. It was not going to be a good day. Brooke Davis would know those aches and pains anywhere. She was in the midst of a hangover. And not just any hangover but the hangover from Hell! The kind that made everything hurt, the kind that made you smell like you had bathed in hard liquor, the kind where even hours later the room was still spinning...the kind that made you talk to God as if He were sitting in a chair right next to you.

"Okay, okay", Brooke whispered. "Can we make a deal? If You just make it stop, I swear I will never take a drink again...ever."

Apparently God was not in a negotiating mood. Brooke had to throw up and it was coming. Putting her hand over her mouth, she looked around. Where the hell was she? The room looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite place it. All she knew was, it wasn't her room. Struggling to get up, the thin sheet slipped and Brooke felt a distinct breeze in places she knew she shouldn't. Looking down, it was her worst nightmare come true. She was naked. Naked, hung over and in a strange place. Grabbing what she could to cover her, she crept out of the room and into the nearest bathroom she could find. She got sick but a few minutes spent bent over a toilet was nothing compared to the other sickness she felt inside. Where the hell was she?

Brooke tried to think back to the night before. She had remembered taking her mother's car to The Watering Hole. She remembered Rudy serving her drink after drink. Then things became blurry. But how the hell had she gotten from there to here...wherever here was. Then she remembered the key factor in the equation...she remembered running into Lucas Scott.

Her clothes, including her bra and panties were nowhere to be found. Brook cursed out loud. No empty condom wrappers either. Oh God! Had they done it? Where was he now? Brooke felt tears welling in her eyes. She certainly didn't feel any different down there. She still felt like a virgin...however that was supposed to feel. But for good measure she hopped up on the bed and began jumping up and down. She'd seen on TV once that was an effective way of preventing pregnancy after unprotected sex. The white sheet securely wrapped around her, Brooke crept quietly throughout the house. Then it came back to her. Yes, she had been there a time or two...with Nathan. She was in the Scott's beach house.

Walking down the stairs, she found him. He was in black basketball shorts, barefoot, and wearing a white wife beater tee shirt that clung to every tanned muscle he had. God he looked good! Brooke gulped, then had to compose herself as she remembered the task at hand. Then the anger slowly came tip toeing back until it climaxed at a fury. How dare he sit there and play video games after what they had or hadn't done? She stood there for a while, trembling, half hoping he would notice her presence. But he was too engrossed in some stupid, childish game. Grabbing a throw pillow off the couch, Brooke threw it at his head.

"Smug son of a bitch!" she screamed.

:Good morning to you too", he smirked.

"Don't you 'good morning' me, Lucas Scott!"

"Sorry Princess, I'm not in the mood."

"How dare you!"

"How dare I what?"

A blush rushed her cheeks. He was half smiling, teasing her. There was no way she was going to come out and say it.

"You know!"

"Know what?" he asked, head cocked to the side.

"You know, you know..."

Lucas grinned. Now she was furious! She threw the other pillow that landed against him with a thud.

"Don't do that again, Brooke."

"Shut up!" she said, out of pillows but picking up an expensive looking vase.

"Hey! Put that down!" he yelled as he stood up to wrestle it away from her. "That was my mother's."

She finally relented but the anger was far from gone. She deserved an explanation and he was damn well going to give her one.

"Look, I just want to know what happened last night, Lucas."

"You mean, you don't remember?"

"No...oh God, should I?"

"I'd hope so", he chuckled again.

"Oh God", she whispered.

"Tell me the last thing you remember..."

"You...me...shots...The Watering Hole. Oh no! We left together, didn't we?"

"Obviously or as you debutantes like to put it, duh!"

"Did something happen?" she cringed.

Lucas thought for a minute, a real smile replacing the arrogant Scott smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah", he began. "Something sure did happen..."