Disclaimer: I don't own any of the OTH, just letting you view another dimension.
A/N: Finally! I picked up the heat a bit in this one; it's no longer, Depressing Brooke, Yay! And guess what else; I'll tell ya, Lucas is in this one! Isn't that exciting( Keep thought reviews coming...please( (Remember this story is following the same plot, but not at the same time.)
Summary: Brooke shows Lucas a good time. (Get your mind out of the gutter, not like that)
Story
"Okay, so do you think this is totally lame?" Brooke asked Lucas.
They were sitting in the middle of a Bar, watching some not-so-friendly bikers play Pool.
"No, 'course not, there's nothing I fine more interesting than watching some middle-age-overweight men with tattoo's of motorcycles play Pool while trying to intoxicating themselves with too much beer for even them to handle," he said sarcastically.
"So them you're having a good time," she said smiling.
Lucas even manages a cross between a smirk and a lemon sucking grin, almost like a smile.
"Got you to smile," she said all giddy.
"Well, I do that on occasion."
"Really, well I feel honored, the King of Mysterious smiled for me."
"You act like I'm Grim stealing people's souls."
"Well, you do do that 'Doomed' impersonation well," she said matter-of- factly.
"Oh really," he said getting up, "Watch this."
He went over to the counter and come back with a tray with alcoholic beverages. He took the small shot of tequila, gave one to Brooke and said, "This is too the old Lucas Scott-" "May we never see him again," Brooke said finishing his sentence. They drank. "Lucas has left the building," he said loudly. Brooke grinning widely.
I enjoying corrupting America's youth.
"Hey Luke, how'd you get the beer without I.D.?" "I sweet talk the waitress," he said taking another shot.
"Yeah right," she said following his lead.
"You don't believe me," she asked.
She nodded NO.
"Then how do you suppose I got this?"
"You could pass for twenty one," she said laughing.
"Oh so now we got jokes," he said tickling her to death. He looked down at Brooke who was laughing like no tomorrow. He leaned down and they were simultaneously down each others throats, kissing intensely with no ending in sight. Finally Lucas pulled away.
"What?" She asked, sounding disappointed.
"I got to piss," he laughed, obviously drunk.
Brooke waited outside the Men's Rest Room for Lucas to come out, when she saw some other biker Guys huddled around each other, she went over to them and noticed they were giving a guy a tattoo.
"Hey," she said, "How much does that cost?"
"For you little lady, a night with me," said one of them without only six teeth noticeable.
"Not interested, sorry."
"Shut up Archie, Don't you see its Brooke? It's Chuck, don't 'cha remember?"
"Up Chuck? I didn't even notice you. You've lost weight haven't you?"
"Yeah, the diet plan you gave me works like a charm."
"I told you, low carbs and Yoga, daily, magic."
"What were you planning on getting?"
"It's for a friend of mine."
"Oh I see, in that case it depends."
"How 'bout I play you at pool and if I win you hook my friend up."
"What if you lose?" Archie asked.
"I won't," she glared at him.
"But if you do, it's me you later tonight."
"Deal?" Chuck asked.
"Deal."
Just then Lucas came out of the men's room.
"I felt like I just pissed a whole ocean."
Brooke looked at him with a mischievous smile.
"Eight Ball n that pocket," she said pointing to the one that was at the far left.
They had been playing for an hour, and Brooke was doing a real good job of kicking their a ss.
She lined it up, gave it a hard tap, and in it went."
'I believe that's game."
Lucas who was watching inventively went over and grabbed her devouring his lips in her mouth.
"I didn't know you could play pool."
"One of my many talents, here's another," she grabbed his lips with her own kissing him hungrily.
"Oh I like that one?"
She smiled proudly.
"Okay I owe your friend here a free tattoo, " Chuck said to Brooke.
"Whoa, wait a second who said I was getting a tattoo?"
'Lucas, you said you wanted to be more carefree."
"Where in the dictionary did you find, getting a tattoo, the definition of carefree?"
"Luke," she whined. "You like them s much, why don't you get one?"
"Cant."
"Why not?"
"Because I already have one." She said undoing her pants to reveal her tattoo by her left pelvis.
"Now that is a sexy tattoo," he said kissing her, "Can mine me that hot?"
'EEK, that means you're getting one?"
He nodded
Walking out Bar
"Remember, carbs, and yoga, and Archie, Mr. Yellers works wonders, make an appointment and tell him Brooke sent you," Brooke said.
"That was the most pain, I have ever had to go though to have fun."
"But you look sexy in pain," she said on her tippy toes kissing him. After their tongues became tired of fighting they walked arm in arm to Brooke's car.
"Hey Brooke," said a stranger walking by.
"Who was that?'
"I don't know."
"He seems to know you."
"Hey Brooke," another passer-by said.
"How do all these guys know you?"
"'Cause I kinda had thing with them," she said quietly.
"A thing, with all of them?" He questioned.
"You don't understand-"
"No I do understand, just answer me this, did you know the bikers too?"
She paused for a second.
"Yeah, some of them, they're regulars."
He shook his head, 'Like you are?" He turned and walked away.
"Lucas,' she called after him, but he didn't look back. She walked to her car, Bernard waiting by the door.
"Tigger-"
"Just take me home."
A/N: Finally! I picked up the heat a bit in this one; it's no longer, Depressing Brooke, Yay! And guess what else; I'll tell ya, Lucas is in this one! Isn't that exciting( Keep thought reviews coming...please( (Remember this story is following the same plot, but not at the same time.)
Summary: Brooke shows Lucas a good time. (Get your mind out of the gutter, not like that)
Story
"Okay, so do you think this is totally lame?" Brooke asked Lucas.
They were sitting in the middle of a Bar, watching some not-so-friendly bikers play Pool.
"No, 'course not, there's nothing I fine more interesting than watching some middle-age-overweight men with tattoo's of motorcycles play Pool while trying to intoxicating themselves with too much beer for even them to handle," he said sarcastically.
"So them you're having a good time," she said smiling.
Lucas even manages a cross between a smirk and a lemon sucking grin, almost like a smile.
"Got you to smile," she said all giddy.
"Well, I do that on occasion."
"Really, well I feel honored, the King of Mysterious smiled for me."
"You act like I'm Grim stealing people's souls."
"Well, you do do that 'Doomed' impersonation well," she said matter-of- factly.
"Oh really," he said getting up, "Watch this."
He went over to the counter and come back with a tray with alcoholic beverages. He took the small shot of tequila, gave one to Brooke and said, "This is too the old Lucas Scott-" "May we never see him again," Brooke said finishing his sentence. They drank. "Lucas has left the building," he said loudly. Brooke grinning widely.
I enjoying corrupting America's youth.
"Hey Luke, how'd you get the beer without I.D.?" "I sweet talk the waitress," he said taking another shot.
"Yeah right," she said following his lead.
"You don't believe me," she asked.
She nodded NO.
"Then how do you suppose I got this?"
"You could pass for twenty one," she said laughing.
"Oh so now we got jokes," he said tickling her to death. He looked down at Brooke who was laughing like no tomorrow. He leaned down and they were simultaneously down each others throats, kissing intensely with no ending in sight. Finally Lucas pulled away.
"What?" She asked, sounding disappointed.
"I got to piss," he laughed, obviously drunk.
Brooke waited outside the Men's Rest Room for Lucas to come out, when she saw some other biker Guys huddled around each other, she went over to them and noticed they were giving a guy a tattoo.
"Hey," she said, "How much does that cost?"
"For you little lady, a night with me," said one of them without only six teeth noticeable.
"Not interested, sorry."
"Shut up Archie, Don't you see its Brooke? It's Chuck, don't 'cha remember?"
"Up Chuck? I didn't even notice you. You've lost weight haven't you?"
"Yeah, the diet plan you gave me works like a charm."
"I told you, low carbs and Yoga, daily, magic."
"What were you planning on getting?"
"It's for a friend of mine."
"Oh I see, in that case it depends."
"How 'bout I play you at pool and if I win you hook my friend up."
"What if you lose?" Archie asked.
"I won't," she glared at him.
"But if you do, it's me you later tonight."
"Deal?" Chuck asked.
"Deal."
Just then Lucas came out of the men's room.
"I felt like I just pissed a whole ocean."
Brooke looked at him with a mischievous smile.
"Eight Ball n that pocket," she said pointing to the one that was at the far left.
They had been playing for an hour, and Brooke was doing a real good job of kicking their a ss.
She lined it up, gave it a hard tap, and in it went."
'I believe that's game."
Lucas who was watching inventively went over and grabbed her devouring his lips in her mouth.
"I didn't know you could play pool."
"One of my many talents, here's another," she grabbed his lips with her own kissing him hungrily.
"Oh I like that one?"
She smiled proudly.
"Okay I owe your friend here a free tattoo, " Chuck said to Brooke.
"Whoa, wait a second who said I was getting a tattoo?"
'Lucas, you said you wanted to be more carefree."
"Where in the dictionary did you find, getting a tattoo, the definition of carefree?"
"Luke," she whined. "You like them s much, why don't you get one?"
"Cant."
"Why not?"
"Because I already have one." She said undoing her pants to reveal her tattoo by her left pelvis.
"Now that is a sexy tattoo," he said kissing her, "Can mine me that hot?"
'EEK, that means you're getting one?"
He nodded
Walking out Bar
"Remember, carbs, and yoga, and Archie, Mr. Yellers works wonders, make an appointment and tell him Brooke sent you," Brooke said.
"That was the most pain, I have ever had to go though to have fun."
"But you look sexy in pain," she said on her tippy toes kissing him. After their tongues became tired of fighting they walked arm in arm to Brooke's car.
"Hey Brooke," said a stranger walking by.
"Who was that?'
"I don't know."
"He seems to know you."
"Hey Brooke," another passer-by said.
"How do all these guys know you?"
"'Cause I kinda had thing with them," she said quietly.
"A thing, with all of them?" He questioned.
"You don't understand-"
"No I do understand, just answer me this, did you know the bikers too?"
She paused for a second.
"Yeah, some of them, they're regulars."
He shook his head, 'Like you are?" He turned and walked away.
"Lucas,' she called after him, but he didn't look back. She walked to her car, Bernard waiting by the door.
"Tigger-"
"Just take me home."