Author's Note: Hey, everyone. I have to thank you all again for the great reviews. I'm sorry that it's been a while since I updated last, but I'm going to try and update this fic more often. I'm not sure if I can do it since I have so many fics on the go, but I promise to try my hardest. Anyway, there isn't really much else to say, so I'll just stop talking now. Enjoy this chapter.

To the person wondering, yes the nickname Tigger is from the show. Haley called Brooke Tigger in the episode Hanging By A Moment, when they were in Luke's room.

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"Are you ready to dance the night away, Tutor Girl?" Brooke asked as the two got out of the cab. They had opted not to take Brooke's car for a number of reasons. One, they didn't want it to get stolen. Two, they didn't know if there would even be any parking spots, and lastly, Haley was afraid that Brooke was going to get drunk even if she promised not to. It was a well-known fact that Brooke Davis could not go out for a night on the town without getting a little tipsy.

"As I'll ever be," Haley mumbled, as Brooke tugged on her arm and pushed her way through the crowd. The almost made it to the front of the line before a big scary lady stood in their way.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, slowly turning around to glare at them when they bumped into her. Haley's eyes slowly made their way up the lady huge body and landed on the very angry expression on her face.

"Nowhere," she answered back in a scared voice. "We're gonna stay right here until that nice man with the huge muscles lets us in." She was trying her best to remain calm and not upset the giant. The last thing she needed was to get her ass handed to her on a platter.

"That's what I thought," the woman growled, narrowing her eyes at them before starting to turn around. Brooke stared at her back for a minute before reaching up on her tiptoes and tapping her no the shoulder roughly. "Yes?"

"I think my friend here was under the wrong assumption," Brooke informed her, giving her a tight smile that Haley had come to know very well. Haley shook her head, not believing that Brooke was actually going to do it, but Brooke never did know when to leave well enough alone.

"And why's that?"

"She thought that I was going to be afraid of your ugly Chyna wannabe ass." Haley's eyes widened in shock as she gaped at Brooke like she had gone completely crazy. Which was really the only possible reason for this. "But you see, I'm not. So you can either move unbelievably manly body or else."

"Or else what?" The woman had to admit she liked the girl. Not many girls her size would have the guts to stand up to her that way. She smiled slightly at her. Brooke's eyes lost some of their fire as she realized that there really wasn't anything she could do.

"Um...I hadn't really thought that far ahead," Brooke admitted, lowering her gaze and wringing her hands together. Haley glared at her for getting them into this mess. How could she have said that to her? "Okay look, no offense or anything, but there is no way that you are getting into this club."

"How come?" she asked, looking down at her outfit. She had spent the entire day searching for the perfect outfit to wear tonight so she could pick up some men.

"This kind of club only takes the young and beautiful," Brooke explained with a little grimace. She reached over and grabbed a hold of Haley's hand, holding it up. "Me and Haley fall into that category. You, however, not so much."

"Brooke," Haley whispered trying to get her friend to shut the hell up. So this was where she was going to die? She looked around. It wasn't that nice, kind dark and dirty and she was pretty sure she could see a pimp at the corner. Ah, good old New York.

"Wait, I have a point, I promise," she whispered to Haley.

"Well, then, why don't you get to it?" Brooke nodded and turned her attention back to the woman. Suddenly she looked even bigger than she did before. God, this better work of they were all dead, all three of them. Three meaning her, Haley and little Brookie, as she liked to call the baby.

"What's your name, honey?" Brooke asked the woman in the sweetest voice she could muster. If all else failed, she could always just bitch her out and run. She may be little, but Brooke was one hell of a bitch when she wanted to be.

"Bertha," she answered loudly. Brooke had to suppress a laugh. Even though the situation was not funny in the least, she couldn't not laugh at a person named Bertha, it was just too funny.

"That's pretty," she answered. "Look, Bertha, that bouncer over there, see him? He's letting all the whores in and kicking the ugly girls/gay guys out." The three girls looked over at the bouncer as he did just that. "Now, he's going to take one look at you and turn you away."

"I guess," Bertha agreed quietly, looking down at herself. If Brooke had a heart ever thought of anybody besides herself and Haley, then she would have felt bad for making Bertha feel bad. Haley looked on in sympathy, nothing what it felt like to not be comfortable with your body.

"Me and my good friend Haley here," she began, throwing an arm around Haley's shoulder and pulling her closer. "Are looking damn sexy tonight, if I so say so myself and there is no way that he's not going to let us in."

"So your plan is to piss her off until she can't see straight and then slip past her?" Haley mumbled, shaking her head at what Brooke was saying to this woman. She couldn't have just left it alone, she had to say something. Now she remembered why she never hung out with Brooke at school, she was trouble.

"But if you come with us," Brooke began, choosing to ignore Haley's comment, not wanting to think about how true that might be. "Then he'll let you in too. As long as we say that you're with us, then you're in."

"Sounds like a plan," she answered as if it were nothing. Both Brooke and Haley let out a sigh of relief and Bertha smiled at them. "Oh, I was never going to beat you up. Well, maybe you," she said, pointing to Brooke. "But she was all scared and too cute to beat up." Haley smiled brightly at Bertha.

"Well, if I'm that cute, I beat I could get us both in," Haley suggested, smirked at Brooke and elbowing her in the ribs. "We don't really even need Brooke. So, feel free to rough her up a little."

"Hales!" Brooke exclaimed. She pretended to be upset that she would hand her over to this beast, but she was kind of proud of her in her own weird way. She's come a long way from being the sweet little Tutor Girl she knew and loved.

"What?" she asked innocently. She laughed and linked arms with Brooke. "I'm just kidding. Let's go." Brooke broke into a smile and nodded. She looked up at Bertha, then staring behind her.

"Lead the way." Bertha nodded and started clearing all the people out of the way so they could reach the front of the line. Not one person said anything when they say who was pushing them out of the way. When they reached the front, the bouncer took one look at Bertha and shook his head.

"I'm with them," she said, moving over to the side so Brooke and Haley would come into his view. His eyes glazed over when he saw the girls and his features softened. Brooke smiled, piece of cake. She knew the were in, and she thought about just taking Haley's hand and bolting into the club, leaving Bertha standing there. Then she decided that she would just wait there until they were done so she could beat them up.

"Yeah, she's with us," Brooke repeated in a sugary voice. Haley couldn't help but laugh at the tone in her friend's voice. How any guy thought she was serious was beyond her. She was just thankful that they did, Brooke's flirting had got them out of many a sticky situations.

"Go right in, ladies," he told them, unhooking the rope and letting them in without even checking for Ids. Bertha looked like she was about thirty, but Brooke and Haley looked their age, which was seventeen.

"Thank you, gorgeous," Brooke smiled, patting him on the chest twice as the girls walked past him. As soon as they were in, they sent Bertha on her way since they had both done their jobs. Bertha got them to the front of the line and didn't beat them up and the girls got her in. Too bad they couldn't get her a man. Not even Brooke's flirting skills could to that.

"Now what?" Haley asked as she looked around the very crowded club. There was smoke everywhere, which couldn't be too good for the baby, and people were grinding all over each other. Brooke did a quick survey to make sure that the club was up to her standards and nodded. Her eyes immediately found the bar and she smiled.

"You go find us a table and I'll grab us some drinks," Brooke suggested, pushing Haley in the direction of the empty table she spotted in the corner. Haley found it hard to hear her over the music and leaned closer to her.

"What?" Brooke rolled her eyes and repeated herself in Haley's ear. Haley heard her this time and nodded. "Okay, she screamed. Brooke started to walk away, but stopped when she felt a hand on her arm. She turned back around to face a serious looking Haley.

"What?"

"Remember, no alcohol," Haley warned, pointing a finger at the girl. She was always doing that, reminding Brooke not to drink as if she would forget. Brooke let out an exaggerated sigh and nodded.

"How could I forget," she mumbled. She was really starting to regret agreeing to give up all the stuff that Haley couldn't do. It's not like Haley ever drank in the first place so it was a lot harder for Brooke than it was for Haley. She leaned down and kissed Haley belly like she did all the time. "We wouldn't want little Brookie to turn out to be as big of an alcoholic as her Auntie Brooke, now would we?"

"Are you going to talk in that extremely annoying baby voice until I have the baby?" Brooke had started talking to her stomach two weeks ago when she had watched that episode of Friends when Ross is talking to Carol's stomach. Even though Haley was pretty such the baby wasn't any bigger than a grape right now, Brooke had insisted that she get to know her. Yes, even though she still hadn't gotten an OBGYN yet to find out the sex of the baby, Brooke was certain that it was a girl.

"Oh until she three at least," Brooke answered with a smile. Haley didn't know how much longer she could take it. Since Brooke's voice was already husky, when she did her baby voice, it was like nails on a chock board. "Now if that was all, I'm gonna continue on my drink adventure." Haley nodded and let Brooke go.

Brooke pushed her way through the crowd, suddenly finding it very hot in there and finally made it to the bar. When she got here, she waited until the bartender was done getting a guy his beer before he turned to her. His eyes lit up when he saw Brooke standing there. Brooke rolled her eyes.

"What can I get for a pretty lady like yourself?" Brooke had to fight back the laughter at his sad attempt at flirting. Maybe if he was hotter she might have found it cute, but he wasn't and she didn't.

"I'll just have two Cokes please," she ordered. The guy nodded sadly, mad that she didn't like him and went off to get her drinks. Brooke stood there, bopping her head to the beat as she waited for the guy to come back with their drinks. She noticed a girl staring at her and stopped her head bopping. "May I help you?"

"I'm sorry to stare," the chick sad, thought she clearly was not. "I just have this feeling that I've seen you somewhere before." Brooke shook her head, wanting to get this conversation over as soon as possible.

"I doubt it," she answered shortly. There was something about her that Brooke didn't like. Then again, Brooke hated most girls that weren't Peyton or Haley. "I'm not from around here. I just moved here with a friend."

"I'm not from here either," the blonde answered in an overly perky voice. Brooke grimaced, hoping that she didn't sound that bad. "Me and boyfriend are just here visiting my cousin for the rest of the summer. We're from North Carolina."

"Isn't the weird?" Brooke commented. While Brooke did find it weird that they were both from the same place, she knew if she mentioned that then this conversation would last for longer than she wanted it to. She spotted the bartender coming back with her Cokes in his hands.

"Yeah."

"Well, my drinks are here," she informed her as she handed the guy her money. She picked them up and started to turn around.

"But I still know you from somewhere," the girls voice called after her. Brooke closed her eyes and slowly turned around. Doesn't this girl ever get the point? "I'm Julia, what's your name?"

"Brooke," she snapped. She quickly tried to think of anybody by the name of Julia and she didn't come up with anyone. "Look, I don't know who you are. I think you have me mixed up with someone else." Julia looked at her, surprised at her tone. "My friend is waiting for me so I'm going to go now." Without waiting for a reply, she turned around and started walking away.

"Jules, what's going on?" came a voice from behind her. Brooke immediately came to a halt at the sound of his voice. She would know that voice anywhere.

"I was just talking to this rude girl," she answered, pointing to where Brooke stood. He looked at her weirdly, thinking he recognized her, but she couldn't tell from behind. Brooke closed her eyes, knowing that he was going to talk to her now. She couldn't do this, not now, not with Haley waiting for her.

"Do you have a problem with my girlfriend?" He asked, moving a few paces towards her. She was starting to panic. What was she supposed to say? What if Haley could see them? When she opened her eyes, her heart stopped. Haley was making he away over to her and Nathan was standing right behind her. This was so not good.

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That's all for now. I hope you liked it. Since the next chapter is a Tree Hill one, I'll do it on Nathan so you can all see their talk. Please, tell me what you think and I'll update sooner. Peace.