Who: Claire & Brooke
When: The morning after the dinner party
What: Claire finds out the big secret
Where: NYC; Brooke's apartment


When Claire awoke the next morning, she lay in bed for several minutes, thinking about the previous night. It had been one of the strangest nights of her life. First she'd been nervous and excited, and flattered, to be going to dinner with a would-be senator. Then Brooke had left halfway through the evening, and things had been tense. Despite the fact that she'd allowed Peter to pretend everything was alright, as he showed her the Empire State Building and they generally had fun...she knew something was wrong. Off.

And the blonde had the feeling her brunette friend knew what was going on.

Slipping out of the bed she went about her morning routine in the bathroom, then tugged on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Running a brush through her hair, she moved out of the guest room and headed for the kitchen, only to find Brooke leaning against the counter sipping coffee. Claire smiled brightly at her friend. "Good morning!" Moving to the fridge, she pulled out the orange juice, then snagged a glass from a cabinet and poured it. Jug replaced, she leaned against the counter beside her friend, studying her as she took a sip of her juice.

"I'd ask how you are, but you seem to be okay...so...want to tell me what was going on last night?" She wasn't going to let Brooke dodge this. Not this time.