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.

[ihadmittenson]

She might have almost fallen while closing the door, but when Brooke sauntered up to the bouncer, it looked like she was perfectly sober. As soon as she got close enough, she started flirting with him unmercifully, determined to win this even if she had to flash him.

[mirrorsmirk]

Michael stood a little bit away from Brooke to watch her work. It was entertaining to see how determined she was to win this. But the cocky and competitive Winchester gene broke through and he remained all too sure she wouldn't be able to win this bet.

[ihadmittenson]

It took a little longer than she'd like to admit - and too much touching the guy's arms and chest - before he finally let her in. As he was undoing the rope, Brooke cast a glance over her shoulder and grinned.

[mirrorsmirk]

"That doesn't count." He called to her. "You had physical contact."

[i_hadmittenson]

She shrugged as she turned to face him. "Never said it was against the rules."

[mirrorsmirk]

He stepped forward. "That...should just be an assumed rule."

[ihadmittenson]

"I think you're just being a sore loser." Brooke stood there, watching Michael and ignoring the bouncer who was still holding the rope open for her.

[mirrorsmirk]

He stepped forward defiantly with a snort. "I'm not a sore loser."

[i_hadmittenson]

She just rolled her eyes. "Then just say I won so we can go get pizza."

[mirrorsmirk]

"You're a point ahead of me. That's all I'll admit to."

[ihadmittenson]

"I'll... accept that." The bouncer clear his throat behind her and Brooke glanced over his shoulder. "Were we actually wanting to stay here?" she asked as she turned back towards Michael.

[mirrorsmirk]

He shook his head. "Nope. This was just a test. C'mon...it's pizza time."

[ihadmittenson]

"Great!" She walked up beside Michael and wrapped her arms awkwardly around his shoulders, since he's a lot taller than Brooke is, even with her heels. "I'm starving. There's a place not too far from here; we should walk."

[mirrorsmirk]

He bent a little to make her hold a little less awkward and laughed. "Walking's good to me." And he started doing just that. Even if it wasn't exactly a straight line.

[ihadmittenson]

It was a lot easier to hang onto him now, which was nice, but it made walking more difficult than it already was. For a brief moment, Brooke actually considered hoping onto Michael's back and making him give her a piggy back ride. "What's your favorite kind of pizza?"