the 'brook action threads

( and all i need is you )

Troy did not know the sexy little brunette holding the empty red cup in his kitchen, but this was not uncommon, nor was it particularly important.  What was important was that she was in direct violation of the cardinal rule of The Spot, and as owner and self-appointed executive of the latter, it befell Troy to inform her of this. 

"You're breakin' the first rule of The Spot," he drawled with a casual nod toward the offending empty cup as she breezed past him.

"Oh... ?"  The inflection placed on these two letters was that of clear dismissal; the older boy who had spoken did not impress her, nor did his comment pique her curiosity -- in fact, the encounter as a whole had barely registered on her radar.   She was sixteen years old, full of youth, Jagermeister, and  the exhilaration of her first time at the 'Brook's all-but legendary party house.  Guys his age, she thought importantly, have no place at high school parties.  It was--

"Fuckin' creepy if you ask me," she divulged moments later after retreating to the tight-knit security of her entourage.  "I mean, Jesus... he's like twenty-three, eff-eff-ess."

"Troy? He's like... twenty-four or twenty-five, I think," corrected another girl.  "But... FYI?  You probably shouldn't say that too loud... we are kinda partying at his house and shit."