Brooke Davis swirled around, catching herself before she tripped on her purple leather Prada shoes. This wasn't how she'd seen her weekend looking. At all. She'd returned to the hotel an hour before, from the Rogue Vogue contest, and had gone through an extremely exhausting flight. All she'd wanted to do was find her so-called boyfriend, order some take-in, and fall asleep with him next to her. Instead, her so-called best friend had done that. Well maybe, not the take-in part... Brooke wobbled dangerously, as she tried to erase the image from her mind. She grabbed her Gucci handbag, noticing the girl with the awful dye job eyeing it.
"I'll take one." Brooke giggled, handing the bartender her fake ID and flashing him a innocent smile. "A vodka." She smiled. Grabbing the ice-cold glass in her hand, she walked over to an empty table, careful not to spill any of her precious vodka. Her own personal numbing medicine. Brooke sipped the vodka attentively, keeping an eye out for Peyton or Lucas. After all a hotel is only so big...
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Lucas got up, pulling off his sandals, and looked over at the mini-bar that stood by the pool. The bar looked out-of-place compared to the elegancy of the pool. He jogged over, ignoring the stares and giggles that escaped from a group of girls.
"A beer, please." Lucas said, slipping the bartender the fake ID Brooke had made him. He took it in his hands, taking a long cold drink and walking out into the lobby. He had to clear his head, get away from the hotel, from Brooke and Peyton, from his problems, from his life. Every time things were going good he screwed them up, and he knew this was it. Brooke wasn't going to take him back this time.
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Nathan Scott took a sip of his beer, trying to ignore the musty smell that consumed the bar. He quickly finished the rest of his beer and tugged consciously at his brown t-shirt. Raking a hand through his thick, brown hair he began to watch a couple of girls who were dancing drunk on the counters. He didn't feel guilty anymore like he used to. Haley was gone, and he'd learned that in life there are no re-dos. Haley was gone, he was alone.
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Brooke giggled, leaping onto the counter with another girl she'd talked to briefly in the bar. She laughed, her freshly tanned face glowing in the strong lights. She knew she looked great up there, and she played on it. Her mother always told her she could get anything she wanted from men, just because of her looks. She'd found it to be true, most of the time... It never seemed to do any good for her and Lucas. Things were great while they lasted, but he always seemed to go running after Peyton. Somehow she always seemed to fall short in his eyes.
She reached down gracefully picking up another full glass of vodka and slugging it down. Music blasted from the speakers, and she started to dance much to the pleasure of the men in the bar. They clapped and cheered as her and the other girls danced, egging them on. Brooke cocked her eyebrow, tossing her head back, her silky brunette hair whipping across her face.
"Yeah!" A guy shouted from the crowd, throwing his baseball hat at them.
The last thing Brooke saw was Nathan in the crowd, staring at her, and then everything went black.
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