Suddenly? [ She lets out a soft laugh as she shakes her head, reaching a hand back to unzip her dress. ] This has been a long time coming, Eames, I just finally worked up the nerve to say it out loud.
You never were one for singing, is all. [ Stepping behind her, Eames fingers make quick work of her zipper, tugging it down to the middle of her back. A deftness to the motion keeps them from brushing the revealed skin of her back. ] Why now? You fancy yourself in love with something else?
Maybe I've decided to branch out. [ It isn't until he finishes unzipping her that she casts a glance over her shoulder, one hand holding the bodice of the dress. ] Who said anything about love? [ Brooke Davis wasn't the kind of girl who loved easily. Not when it came to relationships. She moves behind the room separator so she can slip out of her dress. ]
It's always about love, these days. Girl like you going against a perfectly lovely work establishment such as this? Inevitability or otherwise, there's usually a catalyst.
[ Eames plops down on her make-up stool, rearranging a few items on the desk. ]
[ Once it's off, she toss the dress over the top of the separator and resists the urge to tell him to get out. Why does she need a reason to leave if she wants to leave? ]
Boredom. [ She grabs the dress she wore in that morning and slips it on over her head. ] Wanting a change of scenery. Hoping I can do something more with my life.
[ Turning on her heel, Brooke stares at him for a long moment, willing herself to not let his words sink in. She has to have faith in herself, to believe that she can become something greater than all of this because if she doesn't, who will? So she looks at this moment as a chance to prove how tough she can be, how thick her skin is (even though there's the niggling thought in the back of her mind of Maybe he's right) instead of a reason to stay where she feels comfortable.
Without saying anything, she moves towards the vanity he's sitting in front of and starts gathering up her things. Maybe, if she doesn't acknowledge what he said, he'll let it go. ]
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[ Eames plops down on her make-up stool, rearranging a few items on the desk. ]
So, then, what's yours?
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Boredom. [ She grabs the dress she wore in that morning and slips it on over her head. ] Wanting a change of scenery. Hoping I can do something more with my life.
Take your pick.
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Trying to make a name out of yourself?
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[ Grabbing the dress she wore for the show off the separator, Brooke moves over to put it back on the rack with the rest of her outfits. ]
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Without saying anything, she moves towards the vanity he's sitting in front of and starts gathering up her things. Maybe, if she doesn't acknowledge what he said, he'll let it go. ]
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