Brooke P. Davis Salvatore is Damon's little spoon! (prettygirldavis) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2011-02-22 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | brooke davis, katherine pierce |
WHO: Brooke and Katherine, possibly Damon
WHEN: Tuesday night
WHERE: The Ice Room
WHAT: Brooke wants to let her hair down before she has to start work
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete
Brooke had been in front of her mirror for about an hour. She hadn't met the other people in her cabin yet, but she hoped they weren't the sort that didn't like it when people hogged the bathroom. Brooke already had her toiletries spread out everywhere, and the mirrors were misted up from the long bath and facial she'd given herself. Now she was facemask free, dressed in a short, bright red dress with gold accessories and black shoes, putting the finishing touches to her mascara. She was beyond glad to find all her belongings in the room she was supposed to be staying in. She definitely would not have been happy if she'd been kidnapped, forced to work, told she was fictional AND didn't have any nice clothes or make up.
Stepping back from the mirror, Brooke screwed the lid back on her mascara. She'd gone for subtle make up, smokey eyes and nude lips with her hair up, letting the striking dress do the talking. If she was going to be stuck here, she was damn well going to make a good impression!
Brooke wore a small black shiny blazer on her way down to the Ice Room. She had looked up where it was on the PDA earlier that afternoon after talking to Katherine. She looked around her as she walked. She'd get to know this route pretty well if she was going to have to go to work there almost every day. The last job she'd had really hadn't gone well. She'd been a crab. She seriously hoped no one was going to try to make her wear a ridiculous costume in this job as a server.
Brooke stopped outside the Ice Room, looking at her new place of employment. It didn't actually look too bad, from the outside at least. Taking a deep breath, Brooke walked inside. It was still early, and she assummed whoever was on security that night hadn't taken up position on the door yet, as she was able to walk through without intervention. She paused near the door, looking around. Not bad. Not bad at all. She smiled to herself before crossing to the little hatch to check in her blazer. Her belongings were in a black clutch bag which she tucked under her arm as she walked to an empty stool at the bar.
She slid onto it and placed the bag down on the bartop. She'd found a little money in a purse in her room, and she'd been told she'd get paid when she started working, so she should have enough for a few drinks. Besides, there were a few guys milling around that she wouldn't mind letting buy her a drink. Brooke crossed her legs, her head turned towards the door. She had a vague idea of what Katherine looked like from her computer display picture, but she didn't want to miss her. Besides, when there were two pretty girls, she was less likely to be asked for ID.