The Three P's of going out. (with ihadmittenson)

[mirrorsmirk]

Continued from this.Michael and Brooke were both drunk, no doubt about that. After their quick game of 'I Never' and waiting for the world to stop moving, they'd left the bar in a cab in search of a place where they could compete to see which would get them into a club: hair or boobs. The winner would be obvious, but being in the state he was in,

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[ihadmittenson]

The chill in the night air had helped Brooke sober up slightly, but she was definitely still more than a little drunk. It had been a while since she'd gotten drunk with a stranger, and it made her feel like she had somehow turned into the girl she was just a few short years ago.

Leaning back against the seat and looking over at Michael, Brooke purser her lips a little as she tried to think of somewhere to go. After a few moments, complete with the cab driver watching her in the rear view mirror, she sat up. "I know the perfect place," she said to Michael before turning to the driver, telling him the name of a club she'd been wanting to check out.

[mirrorsmirk]

Smirking, Michael sat back and folded his arms. "Still don't think you'll be able to get us in. You watch. It'll be the pretty hair."

[i_hadmittenson]

Brooke rolled her eyes as she sat back as well. "Yeah," she said, taking hold of some of her hair, "My pretty hair. And boobs." Unless the bouncer was gay - or female - she didn't really think they'd care about hair either way.

[mirrorsmirk]

"We'll see about that." He folded his arms defiantly. Because Michael wasn't a guy that would never admit defeat.