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Brooklyn West

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a character in “City Living”, as played by BurningBridges

Description

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B A S I C S
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Name:
Brooklyn Grace West

Nickname:
Brooke

Age:
25

Birthday:
January 21st

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hometown:
South Orange, NJ (Age 0-15)
Westfield, NJ (Age 15-18)
New York, NY (Age 18-25)

Occupation:
Dancer at a strip club
Waitress at a diner


P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Positive Traits:
Hard working, Motivated, Independent, Loyal

Negative Traits:
Passive Aggressive, Defensive, Petty, Unforgiving

Personality:
A lot of people, friends or enemies, would tell you that Brooklyn has a tendency to be a bitch, and she lives up to that reputation. Even she'll admit it. Brooklyn is the type of person who doesn't pretend to like someone or something if she doesn't. The honesty that she possesses could be admirable, but she tends to take that honesty to a level of being unnecessarily blunt and cruel. She definitely has a habit of stepping on other people in order to make herself feel higher up. She's frequently standoffish, and not someone who makes a good first impression, but it's usually done on purpose. She doesn't want anyone to think that she is their friend, because she doesn't want to have to deal with the social expectations that come with friendship. She hates having to give out advice, even to people she loves, because she hates feeling responsible for other's feelings. It's hard for her to accept responsibility for things to begin with, but given that she's secretly a very secretive and insecure individual, it's all the more harder for her to feel like she might be responsible for ruining someone else's life when they trusted her to help. Though she doesn't exude the most welcoming of vibes, she also isn't extremely aggressive. For the most part, Brooklyn does her own thing. Her passive aggressive and catty sides will rear their heads if you bother her, if she feels like you're stepping on her territory, or calling her out, or challenging her. Here or there, she'll mutter a provocative comment if she's bored, but she isn't picking fights with every person she sees. In her mind, most people just aren't that important.

Most people only see the negative traits that she has, because she tends to be emotionally closed off from the world. She opens up to very few people, and even then, there are things, like her past, that she just will never get into. She prides herself in being strong and in control of her emotions, so she really does her best to never get emotional. If she does, it's usually when she highly intoxicated, and usually comes to the surface in the form of anger and shouting about how much she hates people, or more rarely, crying about how unfair life is to her. Though she tends to be hard around her friends as well, Brooklyn has some admirable traits, such as how self-reliant, independent, hardworking, witty, and protective she is. No one can say that she isn't hardworking, and she's the kind of girl who will gladly work for anything she wants or needs, on her own, without relying on or expecting anyone else to get it for her.

Likes:
Shopping | Alcohol | Silence | Autumn | Candles | Being busy | Cliché Romance

Dislikes:
Thinking about her family | Accepting responsibility for her mistakes | Being broke | Winter | Apologizing | Surprises

H I S T O R Y
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History:
From birth to the middle of her fourteenth year of life, Brooklyn led a very average life. Her father worked as a lawyer, and her mother as an account, giving them enough finances to feel secure. When she was seven, her family grew by one, as her little sister Kate was born. Most of her childhood was spent trying out extracurricular activities, making friends, enjoying her family's company, and being your average child. Things only strayed off of this average, yet appreciated path, on the night of her aunt's wedding. Brooklyn and Kate attended the church ceremony but were sent to separate friends' houses that night while their parents attended the after party. The plan was for the girls to sleep over their friends' houses, and Brooklyn did, but a little past midnight, Kate became sick and the friend's mother called their parents to pick her up. Rather than call a taxi, Brooklyn's very intoxicated father insisted he would go to pick her up, drop her off at his parents' house, and then return to the party. He did manage to get to the friend's house to pick her up, but on the way to his parents' house, he veered into incoming traffic. Kate was killed immediately, and the driver of the car they hit clung to life for three weeks before his family decided to pull the life support.

Being a lawyer, her father had enough connections to get out on bail before his trial began, and during that time, he killed himself. He couldn't live with two peoples' blood on his hand, let alone when one of them was his daughter. Plus, the idea of spending a life sentence in prison made his existence seem futile. Brooklyn saw it as selfish. Within six months, her sister died, her father died, her mother fell into a deep depression, and they lost their home due to the mounting legal costs associated with her father's case. She had no time to grieve for one thing before another bad thing hit, and it took a major toll on her level of trust for everyone. When she was in her seventeenth year, her mother married a man, who Brooklyn really only knew well enough to know that he doubled as an alcoholic and a mechanic. She disliked the man, she disliked her mother for marrying him, and for moving on so quickly. She needed time to sort things out, and no one was giving it to her. It was like she didn't exist, and she hated it. After many arguments with her mother, who quickly took to her new husband's drinking habits, and the man, Brooklyn packed her bags and left. She had her high school diploma but no college education so when she ended up in Manhattan, she didn't have many real job options. She ended up becoming employed at a strip club that she still works at to this day. During her time in New York, she took various waitressing jobs as well, and one of them linked her to an older divorced man, Finn, who owned a small pub downtown. He felt for Brooklyn's situation and allowed her to live rent free in his basement when she got in an argument with her roommates and had to move out. Eventually, she met Nick, a boy who had been hired as a dishwasher at the pub soon after her. He worked primarily as a drug dealer, but the restaurant job helped him get by, and with Finn's approval, he began living in the basement with Brooklyn. When Finn suddenly passed away of a heart attack, he left Brooklyn a small amount of money (since the rest went to his biological kid) and that two thousand dollars helped with her and Nick's first month of rent when they moved in with Cara and her brother. It was supposed to be a place to stay temporarily, since Cara was only doing a "good deed" by allowing them to take up her extra bedroom for a month since she knew Nick only through him selling drugs to her friends in high school, but clearly, they managed to overstay their welcome. Brooklyn was convinced that her relationship with Nick was going to last forever, and that was saying a lot, given that Brooklyn had never really opened up or loved anyone before Nick, but lo and behold, it didn't. He cheated on her with Cara two months ago, and once Brooklyn found out a month ago, he left.

A P P E A R A N C E
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Height/Weight:
5'8, 125 lbs

Eye color:
Blue

Hair color:
Blonde

Face Claim:
Amber Heard

So begins...

Brooklyn West's Story

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Character Portrait: Brooklyn West Character Portrait: Roman Killens Character Portrait: Jesse Hall Character Portrait: Dane Elkner
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D A N E ~ E L K N E R
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Dane worked as a mechanical engineer, specializing in HVAC. He was lucky that the company he worked for, Setty & Associates, was located only a mile away on 27th Street, so regardless of the weather, Dane typically walked there and back, and still had an easy commute. It was only on days like today where his commute was a bit longer, and that was only because once a week or so, he had to go out on field visits. He usually went out with an electrical engineer from the company, and they would do walk-throughs of buildings and homes that the company was installing HVAC and electrical units in, to explain and confirm the best possible layouts of the systems to the building owner. Normally, this was Dane's least favorite part of the job. He didn't mind socializing in his personal life, but he disliked the feeling of having to sell something and please someone when his job depended on it. He preferred, much more, to be sitting at a desk drawing out plans, or to be repairing machines, than to be answering one hundred questions from a know-it-all building manager who, in reality, didn't know jack shit about anything engineering-related. Today, Dane couldn't complain too much about the field visit he was assigned to, up in the Upper West Side, because he finished it around three o'clock, and after a late lunch, he was able to head home rather than back to the office. Even though it was only Monday, and that was a drag in itself, he could say that the week was starting off on a positive note.

As he got off the subway, he managed to spot Makayla and Holly on the opposite side of the tracks, on the opposite platform as they waited to catch an uptown train. Had the subway station not been so busy and loud, he would have called across to say hello to them, but it seemed unnecessary and futile, even, given the circumstances. The subway stop was only a few minutes walk from his building, and once inside, he found Brooklyn and Roman heading out. "Hey Brooke," he said, smiling at the blonde before offering Roman a nod of acknowledgement, that was meant in friendliness, given that he barely knew the guy. Had Brooklyn not seemed preoccupied between him and heading out, he would have stopped to chat with her for a few minutes (or at least asked her how she was, to test the waters and see if she was even in the mood for a conversation), but it was apparent that she was busy, so Dane kept moving upstairs. On the way up, he did, however, text Jesse.

To: Jesse
Any luck on getting Cara to forgive you yet? You were supposed to be my wingman for that... don't blow it

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Brooklyn didn’t know exactly what Roman meant by his “stood there like a lemon” comment, but the way that he said it in passing, combined with his tone, allowed her to infer that it meant something along the lines of “why are you just standing there idly”. She didn’t know for sure, so she didn’t combat it with her usual defense-to-offense mechanism, in case it, in fact, meant something completely different, but she did roll her eyes as she continued towards the door with him. She opened her mouth to speak, only to have to change the course of her words abruptly as Dane entered the building and said hello. “Hey Dane,” she answered, somewhat hurriedly as she returned to her original train of thought. By then, she and Roman were outside though, so lingering on how stupid he was seemed like a comeback that was too little, too late, so she decided to drop it for the time being.

The weather today was nice, given that it was nearly December, but the fact that Thanksgiving had come and gone meant that it was winter time in Brooklyn's mind, whether it technically was or not. If the weather was like this all winter, Brooklyn wouldn't have much to complain about, but in general, she disliked the winter season. The coldness played a big role in it, since it was so uncomfortable to go anywhere. Even a two minute walk to the subway station felt unbearable most days, and it always felt harder to get out of bed in the morning knowing that it was below freezing temperatures outside. Beyond that, just winter in itself had a way of making her feel more somber, and desire isolation more. Her father had killed himself in January, so sometimes she wondered if that subconsciously had something to do with her having such an aversion to winter, but at least consciously, she didn't think so. While her father's death had been a traumatic event in her life, by that point, she had already experienced the trials that came with her sister's death and the legal aftermath of that, so she was close to being emotionally numb by the time that her father's guilt consumed him in the form of suicide. His death felt explainable and almost expected now, even if it hadn't at the time, and she liked to think that compared to everything else that had happened, she was at peace with that loss. Maybe it was the fact that Christmas was such a major holiday, at least for her family, so now, having no one to celebrate it with, she had shunned the entire season as being awful. It was possible, too, that Brooklyn's disdain for wintertime was just as normal as it was for other people who preferred warmer weather, and that in typical Brooklyn-fashion, she just felt like she was an exception to the norm, even when she wasn't. Whatever it was, she was quickly beginning to wish that she could hit a fast-forward button on the next few months, even if she had nothing in particular to look forward to once winter was over either.

"What do you need to get from there?" she asked as they walked, resisting the urge to be a bitch and put her headphones in as they walked, even though she doubted Roman would truly mind, even if he had something to say about it just to be annoying. "Don't let me leave without getting ice cream, celery, blueberries and peanut butter."

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Not having an immediate answer, since this trip was more spontaneous on his part, Roman simply grunted as he thought. He clearly wasn't a Trader Joe's regular by any means, although he'd gone with Brooklyn on enough occasions that it wasn't totally foreign to him. It just always felt like a waste of money. He wouldn't be too picky, perhaps would keep it simple. Soup was a must, and Brooklyn's talk on ice cream made him think that perhaps he could grab some ice lollies as well, not that he needed it. He wasn't entirely sure if they sold them or not, but if not, he could easily grab one at a convenience store. Other than that, Roman was fine with just going down each aisle and haphazardly tossing things into a buggy. The thought of food, though, made him realize how hungry he was right now. He coughed into his arm once. "I've got a bit of an appetite," he said. "Let's eat first, then buy your caveman food."

Brooklyn had eaten less than an hour ago, having brought takeout home from work like she typically did after her morning shift ended. She definitely wasn't starving, but she figured that depending on what Roman was hungry for, she could probably pick on something. Really, the only reason for why she didn't blatantly reject the idea of eating while citing that it was he who was tagging along with her and therefore, his needs didn't matter, was that she knew that food shopping while hungry was dangerous. Maybe guilty wasn't the right word for what she felt about taking the money that he owed her earlier, but she still felt a little weird about it, just because she knew he didn't have tons of cash lying around. She knew it was stupid and silly, but she didn't want to have to blame herself when he haphazardly bought more food than he needed, just because his current appetite was the one shopping for him. "Fiiiiiiiiine," she groaned. "What do you want?"

Roman thought on the subject, even less seriously than he did a moment ago about what he needed from the store. Never being that picky of a person, he could be quite indecisive and blase about things. He shrugged as they walked, "I dunno. Like fast food or something."

That wasn't helpful, but Brooklyn resisted the urge to criticize Roman for being indecisive when it was him who was hungry, because a girl passed by them, and by glancing at her made-up face, Brooklyn was quickly reminded that she needed foundation and false lashes. She wasn't working tonight, so it wasn't an urgent need, but right now since she was out and about anyway, she knew that she might as well pick them up. She was working tomorrow morning and then working tomorrow night, so she doubted that she would have the energy to make a stop at Sephora any time before work tomorrow, if she didn't do it now. "Change of plans," she announced suddenly, stopping in front of the stairwell that led to the subway entrance. "I need to pick something up at a Sephora in midtown. We can eat up there before, and then make our way back to Trader Joe's, or you can be a little bitch and ditch me."

At the mere mention of Sephora, Roman hung his head back and groaned before Brooklyn got the chance to finish her sentence. Although they didn't spend every waking minute together, Roman had known Brooklyn long enough that he'd been to places like Sephora and Trader Joe's with her before. It wasn't a common occurrence, so Roman really didn't have any reason to be complaining other than being lazy, but nevertheless he turned back to her with a disgruntled look. If Brooklyn had just brought up going to midtown to eat without a mention of Sephora, she would have gotten less backlash, but Roman was making it appear deeper than it actually was to him. He still wasn't going to idly agree, though, especially not after her last comment. He considered telling her that she shouldn't make such rude remarks in front of a staircase, implying that he'd push her. Instead, though, he announced his compliance by starting down the stairs himself, shooting her a look, "Keep talking shit and I'll get my germs on you."

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Brooklyn had never been to Chik Fil A before, so she was a bit hesitant to try it when she and Roman passed by it on their way to Sephora, and she suggested that they eat there. Again, she wasn't extremely hungry, but still hungry enough to try something, if only to say that she ate there. Chik Fil A wasn't a chain that had been local to her home in New Jersey growing up, and since it was a fairly recent addition to the city too, it made sense that she had never tried their food before. It wasn't like she hadn't heard about it, though. It was a big deal when it came to the city, and remembered one of her coworkers who was from some state down south raving about how incomparable the chain was to the chains that were more typical to the north.

"Do you think I should get the chicken strips or the nuggets?" she said, nudging Roman's arm as she gazed up at the menu. There were a few people on line in front of them, so she wasn't stressed about figuring it out that second, as her eyes wandered to the other choices listed. A sandwich would be too much for her right now; she didn't need all of those carbs in the bread (not like chicken strips or nuggets were a healthier alternative...), and though their wraps looked pretty good, she wanted something that she could easily pick on. "Get waffle fries so I can have some," she added.

It went without saying that Roman had never been or even heard of this restaurant, but from the busyness, coupled with a few menu items that seemed appealing, he figured that this was a good enough place to eat. He was concerning himself with the plethora of cows, an understandably odd feat for a chicken restaurant, although he'd realize later its significance. "Get your own fries," he said, giving her an incredulous look as they moved up one space in the queue before shaking his head. "Chips," he corrected, although he knew when he got to the register, he'd use the American term. "Damn Americans are rubbing off on me," he said, although it was to be expected after living in the country for a few years, never mind the fact that, technically, he was American too, through his father, who was only American by birth right and, like Roman, was raised in Britain his entire life. Understandably, though, Roman didn't really claim it. In fact, it was only useful when he decided to actually move to the U.S. and there was no telling if and when he'd go back home, although, despite his life's circumstances, he did like the place well enough.

When it was finally his turn to order, he ordered a 12 count nugget combo with an extra fry, admittedly a lot of food, but six small chicken nuggets for someone of Roman's stature was laughable. After getting his food, he waited to the side of Brooklyn, realizing then that they sold biscuits, and he wanted one, ignoring the fact that not even a minute ago, roles had been reversed. Roman gave Brooke a light kick with his foot and nodded to the menu. "Be nice and buy me a biscuit," he said, before winking and adding, "Not like you can't afford it."

Although she considered ignoring him (kick and all), Brooklyn begrudgingly ordered him the biscuit that he had requested at the last minute. She only did it because she intended on taking her sweet time in Sephora and Trader Joe's, and she wasn't above holding this measly favor of buying him a biscuit over his head to force him to stay, so that she would have someone to help her carry her bags home. Her order was prepared fairly quickly, and she met him off to the side with the biscuit he wanted, as well as the kid's meal she had ended up ordering for herself. She had been conflicted about what to get, and at the last minute had opted for the more Holly-appropriate meal of four chicken nuggets, a kid's sized waffle fry, and a small Sprite. She knew she wouldn't be hungry enough for more, and if she was, she reasoned, she could always just steal Roman's fries, whether he was okay with it or not. "Let's sit upstairs," she said, nodding towards the stairwell off to the side of the restaurant. The first floor looked crowded enough to where they would be sitting too close to other people, and the mere fact that all of the seats by the window were occupied was enough for her to want to try upstairs. Luckily, up there, they were able to find a seat beside the window, and Brooklyn made herself comfortable there. "For someone who eats like you, it's shocking that you aren't morbidly obese," she commented, only now glancing at what he had ordered as she tossed the biscuit onto his tray.

It would have been incredibly easy to make an American joke to the obesity comment, but Roman restrained, figuring a personal jab would be more suitable and satisfying. Now that he had food in front of him, despite still feeling under the weather, his mood was improving. "Dealing with you on a near daily basis burns a lot of calories," Roman responded dryly as he tug through the paper. A few chips tumbled out of the bag as he shuffled through the contents. Roman did have a tendency to eat like shit, and only really ate real food when he was around Brooklyn. Roman started with something sweet first, biting into the biscuit and raising his brows in surprise, a small smirk coming into play. "Ooh, it's warm," he said, focusing on the biscuit for a prolonged minute, the drugs making it easy to zone out. Roman opened one of his sauces and dunked a chicken nugget into it before cramming it into his mouth. As he went for another one, he pulled his extra chips out of the bag and tossed them towards Brooke. "Some," he emphasized. "I know how greedy you are." When Brooklyn wasn't looking, he tossed a chip at her face, seconds after saying, "Here, catch."

"This is why girls don't like you, in case you didn't know," Brooklyn said, after dramatically flinching after being caught off guard from a fry hitting her in the face. "You're really fucking annoying," she said matter-of-factly as she picked the fry up from the table and whipped it back in the direction of his face. "I have my own, thank you very much. Don't need anything that your grubby fingers have touched," she added, holding up the kids-sized bag of French fries that had come with her meal. Though there was a bit of animosity in her voice, it was probably clear that she wasn't actually as angry as she was mildly annoyed, which was honestly a typical emotion when it came to her interactions with Roman. It was how they got along, and it was a dynamic that she oddly appreciated, because she knew that none of it was genuinely serious. He was like an annoying brother that she never wanted, but had grown to deal with and secretly enjoy having around. "It's not bad, though," she commented after popping a chicken nugget into her mouth. "You're welcome, for me suggesting this place. It's definitely a lot better than a disgusting hot dog you would've gotten from a cart outside."

"How do you always find a way to complain about everything, hm?" he said, giving her a dark, but amused look as he sipped his lemonade. He squeezed his face together, pursing his lips as he pulled the cup away. "Bloody hell, this tastes like sugar water," he said with half a mind to take some of her Sprite to dilute what he just drank. After a moment, he took a small, but cautionary sip of the drink, this time not tasting as sweet. Roman looked out the window, down to the ground and watched the people walk below. He didn't like coming to this part of the city because of all the tourists, but he couldn't deny there was still a tourist-y part of him that found it fascinating nonetheless. There was also a bit of him from home that would awake, understandably reminding him of Picadilly Circus since that was essentially London's Times Square. Coupled with the fact that they were currently eating at a chicken restaurant, just as he had done many times at the Nando's in the air only intensified his deja vu, or was it nostalgia? He figured for the latter there'd need to be some desire for the past, but he didn't have that. He turned back towards Brooke, balancing the one of the last of his nuggets between his fingers. "What'd you do this weekend?" he said, realizing that while he didn't care too much, he actually hadn't seen her since around last week, which wasn't totally strange, but Brooke was one of the few people he would actually attempt to converse with, although they were both at a point where they were comfortable with each other's silence. Roman still couldn't resist a passive jab as he turned towards his bag and searched for some stray chips. "Collin, perhaps?"

Brooklyn was well aware of how Roman's comment was meant to be a dig, and she easily could've responded by telling him to fuck off or by flinging one of her fries at him this time, but she chose a different route. "I wish," she answered, smiling somewhat, as if she were thinking about something funny that had happened the other day. ""I've been debating it. To be a bitch to Cara, yeah, but also because I know I can make an easy seven or eight hundred dollars off of it when I tell him that I'm pregnant a few weeks later and need money for an abortion." She spoke nonchalantly; in part because she was serious and not actually kidding, and also because scamming people wasn't beyond her, morally. It wasn't something that she necessarily partook in frequently, but if she was hired to dance in a private room one night and the man's wallet happened to be within reach while he wasn't looking, Brooklyn certainly wasn't above pulling out a couple extra bills while he wasn't looking. If people had money, she didn't feel bad about taking it. Collin clearly had money. Robbing him of a couple hundred dollars wouldn't do him any harm. She didn't need it enough to justify it in any sense of the word, but it would be one extra perk for her, in addition to getting back at Cara. Plus, as she would go on to tell Roman, Collin wasn't unattractive. "Besides, it's not like he's ugly. When you admit to being gay, I'm sure it'll be twinks like him that you'll go for."

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ImageMonday, November 28th, 2016

Time: 8:30 PM
Weather: Sunny, 50°/ 38°


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"You're not as bad as I thought you were going to be," Brooklyn said, exhaling deeply as she stared up at the white ceiling above her. Though she was hot enough to be sweating, she clutched the white sheets against her bare body as she tried to focus on catching her breath. No, Collin definitely wasn't as bad in bed as Brooklyn thought he would be. She didn't necessarily expect him to be horrible, but he was young, and young guys tended to only think about themselves in bed. Then again, she hadn't had sex in over two months, so maybe it was her craving for intimacy and pleasure that was painting Collin in a better light than he deserved. Whatever it was, Brooklyn wasn't even thinking about the consequences (if there even were any) to sleeping with Cara's brother once it was said and done. She didn't paint herself as being promiscuous, and given that she had been in a monogamous relationship for years, she wasn't. One night stands used to be something she partook in, before Nick, but not to an extent where she truly deserved a label of sleeping around, so she didn't necessarily take sex lightly. Then again, she didn't take it so seriously either that she was expecting anything to come of this night with Collin. He got the benefit of having sex with her out of it, and she was able to use him as rebound sex (even though she wouldn't admit that), and as a way of getting back at Cara.

How she intended on Cara finding out about this was still something that she didn't know. She had no idea that Cara was upstairs with Chanel at that very moment. She and Collin had come to his father's house just a few minutes before Cara had come home, and they had spent a little while eating the food that he had ordered in before Brooklyn insisted that they just cut to the chase with what she wanted to happen. She assumed that at some point during the week, Cara would piss her off enough that she would casually slip it into conversation, hopefully fueling some family feud in the process. Little did she know that that opportunity would come sooner than she could have imagined.

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment," Collin said, trying to act mildly offended though the grin on his face spoke to how he definitely was taking it as a compliment. Like Brooklyn, he couldn't hide that he needed to take a minute to catch his breath after that, but unlike her, he couldn't claim that he had low expectations. She had definitely met his for her, but they were high to begin with, though if he was being honest, he would admit that he was somewhat surprised that he wasn't covered in bite marks or scratches. She seemed like that kind of girl.

"You should," she confirmed, and though she wanted to remain comfortably situated in that bed for the rest of the night, she knew that she couldn't. She was already running late for work, and though she had already warned her boss that she would be, she knew that she had to be somewhat responsible now. The deed was done, she had finished what she needed to do for the night, and now it was time to go and make her money. After another minute of silence, she slipped out of the bed and made her way to the bathroom where she forced herself to move as quickly as possible to dress in her work clothes, with a jacket and sweatpants on top for the purpose of commuting and not being harassed, and to touch up her makeup. "Be a gentleman and walk me upstairs? I don't need Step-Mommy insulting me by mistaking me for one of your sister's friends," Brooklyn said, when she returned to Collin's bedroom's doorway.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Collin said quickly, having completely zoned out after Brooklyn left the room. Admittedly, he may have texted a friend or two to brag about just getting laid, but other than that, he had been too pleased with himself to do much more than close his eyes and relax. He figured that it was a good thing to do now, since by tomorrow, he would probably regret getting himself involved in this chaos, especially since he knew that his sister would find out about it one way or another. He moved quickly to redress himself, but this time only in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt; the two closest things he could find since he didn't want to keep her waiting.

Despite their family's home spanning seven floors, when the basement was counted, Collin had ended up being stuck with one of the bedrooms in the basement. Originally, he and Cara both had bedrooms on the fourth floor of the home, while their father's was on the third, but by her teenage years, Cara had insisted on having a floor to herself, which meant that Collin had to relocate to one of the basement bedrooms. It wasn't like the living arrangements were shabby down there anyway, and he was flexible enough to really not mind it, but it was an example he loved using when Cara tried to act like she wasn't the favored sibling in the family. The way that their house was laid out, though, meant that to get from his bedroom downstairs to the front door on the level above entailed walking through the kitchen (or through hallways that felt inconveniently longer), and before Collin even processed that the sound of music playing definitely meant that someone other than his stepmother was home... he and Brooklyn were in the kitchen doorway, too much in sight of Chanel and Cara for them to make an unnoticed getaway.

As if it were a movie, Collin's face probably turned as pale as a ghost at the way the situation turned itself from being a blessing, to an absolute curse. This was just his luck, and he didn't know what to possibly say, so he didn't say anything. He didn't have to though, because while he felt like he had just been punched in the gut, Brooklyn was actually giggling aloud at how the situation had spun around so nicely. "Collin!" she exclaimed, pushing his shoulder gently in mock offense, "I can't believe you kept me locked away in your bedroom all this time while the real party was going on up here. If I didn't have to get to work, I would stay for the fun, but I guess there's always tomorrow," she said, offering the boy a wink then.

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Cara sighed aloud when Chanel read off her texts with Makayla. She didn't understand why the girl constantly had to pull that "Cara already does enough" spiel. She appreciated that Makayla appreciated her and didn't want to take advantage of her, but didn't she understand that if Cara didn't want to do what she did, she wouldn't? It wasn't like she ever really cancelled plans to look after Holly, and had her grandparents not cancelled on her, or if she had been planning on originally going on a trip with her friends, Makayla and Holly never would have been included. Cara could have done a lot to help Makayla and Holly in more ways than she did now. She helped them in ways that benefited her too, whether Makayla chose to see that or not, so while what Cara did was definitely nice and charitable in a sense, she wasn't doing it completely selflessly. "It's whatever," she said, a bit annoyed though she tried not to seem it. "Steal Makayla's license tomorrow when you get home so I know what her legal name is exactly to put down for the ticket, and then I'm just going to tell Holly she's going to Disney with us, because you know once I get that in Holly's mind, she won't let Makayla say no to it." That probably wasn't the most mature or even considerate way to go about things, but Cara was convinced that it was the best and only way to do it without Makayla ruining the plans for literally no good reason.

"Definitely don't want nightmares, so I'll pass on the show involving the pig, but I'm totally down for How To Get Away With Murder. I feel like everyone talks about that show. Or we could do The Notebook. I mean it's definitely a classic and I'm somewhat offended that you haven't seen it, but at the same time, kind of overrated." It was possible that Cara only felt like it was overrated at the moment, since she lacked romance in her life and she wasn't interested in a romantic movie reminding her of that tonight. She stacked the tubs of ice cream on top of each other and grabbed a few spoons from the drawer. It might have made more sense to figure out what she wanted down here, and leave what she didn't want in the freezer, but that required too much thought. It seemed more fun to have the selection at her fingertips while relaxing and watching their movie, so she was willing to risk it melting in the process, especially since it wasn't technically hers to begin with. "We're not walking up five flights of stairs with all of this, since I think we do enough of that downtown, so let's take the elevator," she said, realizing that they had a lot more food than they needed, but that again, that was kind of the point of a night like this. Girls nights were meant for indulging in food, wine and feelings. As she balanced the ice cream in one hand, and clutched her phone and the spoons in the other, she nodded towards a hallway that led to the staircase. Before she could actually go anywhere, though, she was interrupted by Collin and Brooklyn -yes, Brooklyn- appearing in the opposing doorway leading from the kitchen.

Just as Collin seemed to be, Cara was initially speechless too, but once Brooklyn opened her big mouth, it was impossible for Cara to keep hers closed. "Are you fucking kidding me, Collin? You brought this trash into our house? Don't we get enough of the trailer park experience at the apartment?" This was Cara's house, and she felt no need to filter herself. In fact, she felt too comfortable here. Comfortable enough to revert back into her old ways, where if her brother did anything she didn't like, she was instantly running to the intercom panel on the wall and slamming her finger against the button that connected her to the speaker system in her father's home office just to scream and complain about whatever her brother was doing. She couldn't do that now, obviously, but the thought of calling her dad up and telling him that Collin had a stripper in their house definitely crossed her mind.

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Before Chanel was able to get a response on the masks or her level of extraness, the entire dynamic of tonight had shifted. She glanced back at Cara in passing, only to see Collin--half naked--and Brooklyn on the end of the kitchen, and suddenly her doubts about doing the most were eradicated. Ever the one to be known for having a big mouth, Chanel let out an audible stammer before pursing her lips and eyeing between Cara and the other two. Chanel's encounters with Brooklyn were few and far between. The most she knew about the girl was from Cara's own recounts of the girl, which were obviously biased, but even from Chanel's few interactions with Brooklyn, she could easily see how the girl could rub someone the wrong way. While she didn't know Collin all too well either, between the two of them, it would seem Collin was a far closer friend to Chanel than he actually was because that was how little she actually knew about Brooklyn. So it was even more perplexing to Chanel how this scene before her even came to be. And while Cara was, understandably, fuming, Chanel seemed more curious, ready to find out what happened and what was going to, as she, perhaps a bit too loudly, stuffed her hand in the cereal box and munched on the cornflakes.

She could have been more sympathetic, empathetic even since Chanel and Cara both had little brothers, who were around the same age at that. Chanel had, thankfully, never experienced this, but she knew well enough that if the situation was reversed, if a girl she despised came out like this with her brother, in her home, Chanel would have shanked the girl with the closest object. Like with Cara, back at home, she wasn't overly concerned with being modest or more personable. While Cara wasn't fabricating an entirely new persona, the similarities were still there, albeit unbeknownst to the pair. So Chanel could have matched Cara's flames and gotten involved, but, also for her own self-preservation because she knew there was no promising Old Chanel wouldn't return if things turned to her, instead she stayed by the doorway. Unsure of how this would run its course, whether smoothly sliding by or escalating within a matter of seconds, Chanel still placed the items on the counter beside her, knowing that there was a chance this could turn into something prolonged. At Cara's retort, Chanel choked. "Ooh, yikes," she said, meaning it for herself, but being too loud for it to not heard. "Brooklyn, girl, gotta support the hustle, so don't want to make you late for that job, sis," Chanel said, eyeing Cara cautiously. She figured Cara might be annoyed with her in the moment for not verbally assaulting Brooklyn, but for the time being, Chanel was trying to minimize causalities best she could. While her petty side was being tickled, so was her I-want-to-get-back-to-drinking side. "The coins are important, especially if you want to have nice things. Like clothes" she added, giving Collin a quick look that time.

Chanel considered give Collin a gentle verbal push to keep walking Brooklyn out, especially since he looked like a deer in headlights, but that was as much effort as Chanel was going to put into it for the time being. Chanel had even considered being her usual overly friendly self who knew no boundaries, but tonight she was more aware of the choices she made, and decided against smoothly working in walking Brooklyn to the door so that Cara and Collin could kill each other without her being a witness. But Chanel kept her piece where she left it only because she knew that if Brooklyn gave her lip, Chanel might not be able to hold back. And, selfish at it might seem, her reputation was more important than this weird triangle happening before.

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Brooklyn knew how girls like Cara worked, or at least she liked to think that. The girls were more similar than Brooklyn would consider admitting to. In a shallow sense, they were both pretty girls who held the more coveted features of conventional western beauty: being thin, and having light features. They were privileged in the sense that their physique automatically gave them a leg up, by how they were perceived in society. Additionally, and though Cara didn't know this, Brooklyn was not poor growing up. No one who knew her back then would have ever assumed that she would go on to become a stripper. Her family had enough money to live comfortably, so being called trash or trailer park trash didn't seem fitting, given that she knew where she came from, and it was a quaint upper-middle class suburb. Both she and Cara liked getting their way, and had some shared personality traits. Brooklyn understood how mean girls worked, and that was why it was easy and nearly entertaining for her to act pettily towards Cara. At the same time, it was very clear today, as Brooklyn got to see firsthand for the first time, that she and Cara were also very different. Brooklyn had a nice childhood, but being raised in a two story suburban home was something out of a different world than being raised in a multi-level townhouse in one of the most expensive areas of Manhattan (if not the country). What Brooklyn saw as being trailer park trash was different than what Cara saw that being, so it shouldn't have surprised her that Cara probably would have even perceived Brooklyn's honest childhood as being of poorer quality than it was, if she actually knew about it.

Though Brooklyn would still insist that Cara was pathetic, seeing now that she came from an immeasurable amount of wealth; something that no amount of stripping money would ever compare to, did make her a bit more... intimidating. Cara herself wasn't intimidating. Brooklyn wasn't scared of her, so maybe intimidating wasn't the right word, but on the scale of being intimidating, even if she hadn't reached the actual point of being able to intimidate Brooklyn, she had taken a step up. Brooklyn knew good and well that money meant power. It was a big reason for why she was obsessed with chasing the paper. Seeing with her own eyes that Cara had more of it than Brooklyn could ever dream of having made her feel like the girl was more powerful than she imagined. Like once again, maybe she had underestimated who she was dealing with. Luckily, though, Brooklyn still felt like she had the upper hand in this situation because clearly, she had gotten under Cara's skin. That was the whole point of this, and even if this had made Brooklyn feel a bit less confident in who she was dealing with, at least she wasn't as transparent in those emotions as Cara was being in her reaction. It was because Brooklyn knew that silence was the best way to make Cara even angrier, that she opted not to even acknowledge the derogatory remarks thrown her way as Cara addressed her brother. She only smiled in her small, yet powerful victory as she reminded herself that Cara's opinion on her didn't bother her. A homewrecker calling someone else trash was like the pot calling the kettle black.

She did, however, decide to respond to Chanel. Brooklyn didn't know her well, and honestly, she didn't really care to. Clearly, she was friends with Cara, which automatically lowered Brooklyn's opinion of her. Besides that, though, she had no real reason to dislike her. If anything, Brooklyn's tendency of not showing interest in the girl only stemmed from the fact that she wasn't interested in making friends with most people. "They're important to people like us, who don't get to escape reality at the drop of a hat to run back to daddy's millions. You're right about that, but talking about any kind of hustle isn't something that your friend would understand, so you might wanna watch your tongue. The idea of having to work for a living might actually be offensive to their type." Her job here was done, so it really was time to move on to the next, though. "But you're right, I think my job here is done for the night," she continued, her smiling growing ever-so-slightly. "Walk me out?" she said, then looking to a very frazzled looking Collin with the same smile.

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As Collin began to escort Brooklyn out, he didn't think that anything could ruin the night he just had. Like any guy should be, after having good sex, especially with a girl who was definitely out of his league, Collin was on cloud nine. There was probably only one scenario on earth that could kill that high, but of course, given his luck, it had to happen. There was Cara (and Chanel, but her presence didn't bother him much), standing in the kitchen. She rarely ever came home; not compared to the frequency that he found himself at his father's house, at least, so what the hell were the chances that she would end up home the same night as him, and nonetheless, on the same floor and in the same room, too? By the looks of it, it appeared that she and Chanel were on their way out of the kitchen. He didn't know what diety had cursed him, but he was sure that someone above had purposely screwed him over to ensure that Brooklyn had to have finished getting ready that minute. Five minutes later, and they probably would have missed Cara and Chanel entirely.

He knew that he could feel his cheeks growing red as he caught Chanel glance at him with the comment she threw in about clothes, but he made sure not to look directly at her. He wasn't looking at anyone, actually. He had been looking at Cara originally, only out of shock because that was who his eyes had landed on first, but in the midst of the exchanges going on, his eyes had found their way towards the door on the opposite side of the room... the one that he and Brooklyn would have already been walking through, had Chanel and Cara not been here... and he couldn't remove them from that sight. "You're so fucking rude, you know that?" he said, only after Brooklyn made it clear that she wasn't going to stay for a fight. It was telling of how Collin wasn't as confident in standing up to his sister as he wished he could be, but had Brooklyn started to really go at it with his sister, it was far more likely that he would have said nothing at all. Hell, he may have even been so overwhelmed and scared by it all that he actually would have left the kitchen entirely, leaving Chanel to deal with it as the bipartisan person. Collin didn't like conflict in general, but that was especially true when Cara was involved, because she always won. No matter what the argument was about, Cara had to find a way to walk out victorious, and Collin as used to just giving up and letting her. It was easier that way. Even with that tendency still alive and well in him, he also couldn't ignore how blatantly rude she was being here. She didn't like Brooklyn, and Collin knew that, but when it came down to it, Cara had no reason to trash Brooklyn or call her outside of her name. As far as Collin knew, it was Cara who had acted wrongly towards Brooklyn, and though he didn't doubt that Brooklyn had proceeded to trash her in return, Cara wasn't innocent here. She never was, and Collin was sick of looking like a little bitch by allowing her to say and do what she wanted. At the same time, though, what the hell was he supposed to do in this situation?

He didn't know. This wasn't going to be some revolutionary turning point in his personality, despite how he wished it could be, so he only nodded to Brooklyn's request in walking him out, and angrily led her to the front door, calling an Uber for her on the way. "I'm sorry about her. I know sorry doesn't make much of a difference, but as you know, Cara is a bitch," he explained quickly, knowing that it was a pretty lackluster apology. Brooklyn only smiled. She knew that Cara was a bitch, and she didn't need Collin to apologize for it, because it wasn't that deep. Still, the fact that he felt the need to made her smile, only because she hoped that Collin would go back in there once she left and create a bigger rift between them. Causing a family feud would serve no benefit to her, but it would be fun to watch once they were all back downtown in the apartment. She could deal with being called trash if there was a chance that she would get a free form of entertainment out of it all. "I had fun," was all Brooklyn answered, as she leaned in to kiss Collin once more, before escorting herself outside to the Uber that had pulled up. For the most part, she did have fun. She could go to work now with the peace of mind in knowing that she had finally done something to retaliate against Cara playing a role in ruining her relationship. She was content enough, that Roman's annoying call and then immediately hang up, before she could answer, didn't even annoy her. She just sent him a "???" text, and mentally prepared herself for the night that was ahead of her.

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There was only twenty minutes or so left until their ten o'clock flight to Orlando started the boarding process, and Brooklyn was contently spending it picking apart a strawberry frosted doughnut from Dunkin' Donuts. Although she tried to eat healthy when she could, Brooklyn wasn't a health nut by any means, and the mere fact that she was eating a doughnut spoke to that, but admittedly, she did feel guilty when she binged on foods that she knew weren't great. She had woken up early this morning, knocking on Roman's apartment door by six in the morning to make sure that he was awake and packed, and to eat bagels that she had picked up, after smoking. She ended up eating one at his apartment and one on the road, on their way to the airport, so all of those carbs on top of this doughnut were making her feel guilty enough about her eating habits to a point where she was picking away the excess dough on the bottom of the doughnut and mostly only indulging in the icing. Vacations meant bad eating in general, but she didn't want to go crazy just yet.

"Aren't you glad that I'm such an amazing friend to you? Always coming in clutch with these hookups, Ro?" Brooklyn said, crumbling up her paper bag once the pieces of the doughnut she didn't want to eat were inside, and tossing it at Roman's head. Finished with her food, she took a second to look around the gate area that they had returned to to eat in. It wasn't the gate for their actual flight, but one for a flight to the Dominican Republic, that was nearly empty now, seeing as the boarding process was coming to a close. Brooklyn had insisted that they wait to sit at their own gate until closer to boarding time. Admittedly, she was very excited about this trip to Florida (mostly because a lot of it was free, thanks to Collin's father), but that didn't mean that she was dumb enough to let that excitement convince her that she could deal with Cara, or really, any of the others on the trip, for longer than necessary. In all seriousness, she was going to do her best to not bother Cara, simply out of a courtesy to Collin, who she knew would feel the wrath of it more than she would, but that didn't mean that Cara wasn't going to bother her, and Brooklyn didn't want to risk having to snap back before the trip even started. It was getting close to boarding time though, which had her fishing through her bag for her plane ticket. "I think I got fucked over with some middle seat," she said. "So if that's the case and you didn't, we're switching and I refuse to hear any argument against that."

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His mind, as it had been the entire morning, was elsewhere. Mornings were weird for him since he was so used to sleeping through them, and he could tell that his body still wasn't totally awake, but that somehow didn't stop it from tensing up from the prospect of a three hour flight. Smoking had subdued him, but it didn't alleviate any anxiety he was having. He'd chosen not to take anything because his his fear of flying was irrational that it made him think irrationally too. Taking medicine and then going on a plane didn't predispose him to something fatal any more than his regular activities did, but he'd managed to think about a lot of scenarios. While his reckless behavior could have one thinking that he didn't really care whether he lived or died, it was odd that one of the statistically safest modes of transportation had him caring a whole lot about surviving. When he got like this, he never rode it out; he always supplemented it with something, so sitting here--feeling confined nonetheless, and like he was waiting for something ominous--was as foreign as it was torturous. What he could do was gnaw at what remains of fingernails he had, an annoying habit his mother always chastised him for, which was also weird, when he thought about it, since she and his father were the main reasons he developed the habit. The memory, accidentally slipping out, made him think about his father before he was able to push it back. He folded his hands into fists, but it was too late.

He'd come close to leaving. It was weird admitting that, but it was the truth, and it bothered him. It bothered him how by the morning it was the only thing he could think about. He didn't know he still cared, and it made him angry that he even did. It was easier blocking her number then. The only reason he hadn't before was because there was a chance his family back home would get involved, his father specifically, but he had a feeling that his dad wouldn't survive. He wasn't superstitious, and obviously a pessimist, but he liked to think the world wasn't so fucked up as to not give his dad the karma he deserved. But Roman wasn't even sure he wanted his father dead anymore. At least not forever. It was all conflicting, all confusing. Roman knew it didn't make any sense, and the innate, curious part of him that treated answers and logic as a necessity was clawing at the surface after he'd spent years shutting off his brain. But it wasn't like him to just not know. It wasn't like him to let things be from within his grasp. Sure, his life was unstable enough to argue that not everything was in his control to begin with, but he'd made it that way, so his instability was still his own. And now he was thinking maybe the total irrational basis for him not medicating before the plane was complete bullshit because he'd give anything to shut down right about now. And Brooke provided a distraction, but he was also understandably irritable. The morning and unconfronted front issues--never mind general disposition--made a person that way.

"Why'd you drag me to this anyway?" he grumbled, removing his hat so that he could comb his fingers back through his hair. He used his feet to dance the crumbled bag she'd thrown at him back towards him so he could pick it up. Obviously in search of some kind of distraction, Disney seemed like a pretty golden deal, especially since he'd never been, not even Eurodisney, which was even odder because his grandmother was French, and he'd been to the country plenty of times. Roman, as a child, had the intellectual set up advanced than some adults, but that didn't mean he didn't like normal kid things. If this was twenty years ago he would have been on par with Holly in terms of excitement, but he didn't feel like he missed out just because he never went to Disney. But that was probably because by this point he'd normalized a lot of the things his parents didn't give him, privileged as his upbringing was. But money doesn't raise a kid. While no one forced him to go, although he wouldn't have heard the last of it from the girl sitting next to him, he still wasn't very giddy. If anything he was loathing being in Florida because, despite it being December and not July, what he envisioned was blazing hot American heat and him turning into lobster thermidor in a matter of an hour, if that. "Bitch, shut the fuck up and be grateful. I didn't force you to come. I invited you out of pity. Figured you would overdose out of loneliness or something if I left you there all alone."

Roman was pretty good at keeping up with Brooklyn and her blows, but since he was in a different place mentally and in life, his fuse wasn't just shorter, it was nonexistent. Suddenly, her words really irked and instead of just being intensely annoyed with her, she'd made him pretty angry, as was evident by his face beginning to flush. But before he became too red, and before he blew up in front of a bunch of strangers, he quickly stood up, still trying to be rationalize, although in the end, he failed. "Fuck off," he said. And, unable to restrain himself, he pushed the crumbled bag hard into the side of her face. "Bitch," he muttered. Before Brooklyn could slit his throat, Roman stormed out of the gate area, rubbing his face, trying to calm himself even though, again, it was too late. His heart had picked up and now the anxiety from the plane was latching on. By this point, all he really wanted was a cigarette, but that would have to wait for at least another four hours.

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Makayla still wasn't quite sure what had been enough to convince her to agree to allow Cara to treat them to this trip. It probably helped that Chanel, Brooklyn and Roman were apparently all coming along on the Forresters' dollar too, but what was likely the biggest push was the fact that Cara went ahead and booked the tickets for her and Holly before Makayla had even fully agreed. It seemed nearly petulant to deny going on the trip at that point, especially since everyone could assume with good enough reason that it wasn't like Makayla had anything planned that would have been a good reason to reject going on the trip. She and Holly had no family that they needed to visit during the holiday time, and when it came down to it, Makayla knew that Holly deserved a fun vacation like this. She wouldn't consider thinking that she deserved one too, because that wouldn't have been enough of a reason for her to let someone spend thousands of dollars on her, but Holly was a good enough reason.

By the time that the trip rolled around, Makayla had convinced herself that she would try to be as positive, upbeat and grateful as she could be. She was grateful. She truly was. Her issue, though, was that she was always paranoid that Cara would turn her accepting her kindness on her one day. Makayla thrived off of knowing that she was independent, because she had spent her entire life taking care of herself, and having someone try and say the opposite would rid her of that part of her identity. She appreciated the material gifts that Cara offered Holly, and the mere fact that she gave her sister her time, but she never wanted to seem like she needed them, that she expected them, or that she took them for granted. She didn't want it to seem like she or Holly were taking advantage of what Cara was offering them, especially since this trip in particular was already very extravagant in itself. Makayla never went on vacations growing up, but even her friends who did go on them rarely went to Disney World, and if they did, they were never flying first-class or staying in a Disney-owned villa. Makayla had looked it up - where Cara was taking them wasn't just some Disney-owned resort (which still would have seemed nice and expensive to her), but a goddamn villa. A three bedroom villa. Makayla did her research, of course, and found out that a two bedroom villa went for around $900 per night. The price of the three bedroom wasn't even listed online, but she found out that generally, it went for double the price of the two bedroom. Knowing that Cara's family could carelessly blow $1800 per night on a hotel room was sickening, and yet it definitely made her feel a little bit less guilty about accepting this free trip. It was clearly less than a drop in the bucket to them.

Early this morning, Makayla had made sure to remind Holly that she needed to be on her best behavior. That this trip itself was already a gift and that she didn't need to let Cara buy her anything in addition to it once they were there. Makayla had worked as many overtime shifts as she could in the past few weeks, and though she still felt disgusted by it, had spent two nights with old clients that she had sworn she would never return to for prostitution money. She had a couple hundred dollars in spending money that she hoped she didn't blow through, but that she was set on using for meals and whatever other costs came up during the trip. She hoped that she had made that clear to Holly, because she didn't want to have to keep reminding her about it all trip. In fact, Makayla had told herself that that was the last that she would speak of it (unless Holly decided to let her words go in one ear and out the other). The fact that right before they left, Makayla had smoked the most potent weed she could find, and even now as she sat in the gate area for her flight, she could still feel the effects of it, which was nice. It was the only way that she was able to stay relaxed right now, and it didn't even bother her that she had to move chairs to one beside Brooklyn once her phone's battery started looking a little low, and she needed to plug it into the outlet by the blonde. "Maybe I'm wrong for even asking this," she said, once she was situated in the seat, "but how the hell did you weasel your way into this trip? Don't you hate Cara?" she asked, smirking slightly.

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Brooklyn had noticed throughout the morning, and maybe the past few weeks too, that Roman had seemed a little bit more detached, but it wasn't incredibly noticeable. Roman always seemed more quiet and uninterested than the normal person, and even though Brooklyn was privileged enough to see a warmer side of him thanks to their friendship, that didn't mean that he always abandoned his more usual personality. On top of him just being a more reclusive person, the fact that he used drugs and was in a line of work that was very physically demanding meant that if he disappeared for a few days or seemed shorter with her, or more quiet and irritable, she didn't take it personally. Often times, like right now, she probably should have and accepted responsibility for being, as he put it, a bitch, but she didn't. It was easier to blame it on him being moody and having his own problems that contributed to that, rather than either consider that she wasn't the nicest human being, or try to help him with those personal problems that were possibly eating away at him. So, while Brooklyn expected Roman to be equipped with a comeback more than she expected him to storm off after offering her a "fuck you", it wasn't so shocking that she felt the need to chase after him or even be offended. If anything, she felt like calling out after him that he better return soon, because family boarding always began before the normal boarding and he was acting like the biggest baby in the terminal. She kept her mouth shut, though, opting instead to confirm that her phone was now fully charged, and unplug its cord from the outlet it was in.

Makayla came over a few minutes later, changing seats from the one that she had originally been in a few rows away, to the seat near Brooklyn in a move that originally seemed annoying and peculiar, but made sense a moment later when she plugged her phone in. Holly not being glued to her side was mildly surprising, but given that this trip involved Cara, it also wasn't. Cara's involvement, and Makayla's relation to her, made Brooklyn a bit skeptical when Makayla brought up her name, though. She got the sense that Makayla and Cara were not true friends, like the type who would ever actually hang out, but their mere connection of Holly was enough for Brookyln to be sure that Makayla liked Cara. Appreciated her, if nothing else. If Brooklyn cared about what Cara thought of her, she probably would have been hesitant to answer Makayla, out of fear that it might get back to Cara given that relationship. She didn't care about what Cara thought of her, though, and she didn't think of Makayla as the type to really stir the pot either. "I slept with her brother a few times," Brooklyn admitted dryly, though she smiled as her eyes gazed past Makayla and down a few rows where Collin sat alone with headphones on, facing the windows that looked out over the runways. "He's not as prissy in bed as he looks like he would be, and I do hate Cara. Needed a free vacation, and let me tell you - there's nothing that feels better than taking a vacation on the bitch you hate's dollar." Brooklyn knew that it was really not on Cara or Collin's dollar, but their fathers, but she could ration that any money of his she spent eventually came out of the money that they would inherit. "It's not like either of them give a fuck about money anyway. Like, Cara will probably complain about me indulging eventually, but you better take advantage of it. Collin told me that when we get to the hotel they'll have those wristband things that Disney does now, and it's like your room key and park ticket all in one that you just scan, but it's also attached to their dad's credit card that they booked all of this with, so at any of the food or drink places and even the shops, I think, you just have to scan your wristband and anything you buy goes on their bill. She won't even notice if you indulge with how I plan on spending their money."

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Normally, the check-in time for the villas (and probably any hotel room on the property) was three or four in the afternoon, but Cara had specifically made sure that theirs would be ready by the time their flight got in. She may have called her family's Disney travel agent and informed them that a member of their party had a medical condition that made access to a bed after their flight absolutely necessary but there was no harm in a little white lie, when the only consequence of it was making the housekeeping staff work a bit off schedule. It didn't inconvenience Cara, at least, and that was all that really mattered. Sure, they probably could have made it work without having early access to their room, by dropping their luggage off in the lobby to be stored before heading to one of the parks, but that wasn't even an option for her. She was too used to be an exception to the rules, and the thought of not being able to get settled in and collect herself after a three hour flight, plus what she felt to be an unnecessarily long Uber ride, was just unbearable. If she hadn't been able to unload her wardrobe into the closet of the bedroom with the king-sized bed, that was hers without question, or change into an outfit more appropriate for the weather that she had read was supposed to hit seventy-eight degrees at its peak today, she would have acted miserable and bothered. Instead, though, now that she had a little while to regroup and officially get into the vacation-mindset, she was in a good place mentally. She was ready for this trip, regardless of the presence of a few unwanted guests, who luckily, were going to be rooming in the same room as her brother. He had invited them here, and now he got to deal with the consequences of that choice. She was determined to not let it affect her mood.

When she was ready to start the afternoon, which she hoped they could start at Hollywood Studios, if only to cross off a few rides that would probably take two hours max to get through, she left her bedroom and headed through the villa towards the door of the room that Makayla, Holly and Chanel were sharing. After a quick and gentle knock, she opened the door without any real permission to come in. "Is everyone almost ready to go? I have your MagicBands, by the way, which I totally forgot to give you when we first got here. They're already synced with your park hoppers and you can scan it to get into the room since we don't have room keys, and when we're out and about you can scan it to pay for basically anything, since it's so much easier than carrying around cash," she explained, speaking quickly as if she assumed that they already knew all of this. "Holly, yours is the pink to match mine, of course," she said, smiling, "And I'm pretty sure that this purple is yours, Chanel, and the blue is yours, Makayla." She had specifically logged the names in with each bracelet when planning the Fast Passes and all, but it probably technically didn't matter who got what. "I'm super excited, but I totally don't want to rush you guys if you're still getting ready. I know Chanel takes forever," she added playfully, really just hoping to alleviate any awkwardness or guilt that Makayla would feel if she and Holly weren't ready yet. She had already left the other three MagicBands on the kitchen counter for Collin to take and distribute, and she truly wanted to leave their interactions at that minimal of a level, but she also knew that she needed to make some sort of effort, so she sent him a text a few seconds later.

To: Collin
We're going to Hollywood Studios. If you and your friends want to come, that's fine, but we're not waiting for you if you're not ready. MagicBands are on the counter.

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Brooklyn hadn't been to Disney in over ten years, and other than a few short-distance weekend trips with Nick, she hadn't been on a real vacation since her childhood abruptly ended either. In addition to just feeling satisfied at the idea of exploiting the Forresters for as much as she could, she needed this vacation for more relatable reasons, and even if she wasn't Holly, bouncing off the walls and talking about it nonstop for the past month, she was still excited to be here. Between the warmth that the Florida air offered, to something as small as the clean smell of the hotel, Brooklyn was definitely becoming more and more in that vacation mindset that put her into a better mood than she was originally in. Normally, she would have felt inclined to be bitter to Roman, even just in a playful manner, about having to share a bed with him for the trip, but she couldn't even find it in her to complain about it. Given that she had spent zero dollars on this trip, she would have settled with sleeping on the couch if that was the only option, so sharing a bed with her closest friend wasn't a problem, even for her. While part of her reason behind coming on this trip was definitely, without a doubt, to piss off Cara, Brooklyn wasn't going to make that the goal of her trip. Her mere presence would do the trick, so she wasn't going to waste her time going out of her way to bother the girl any more. She could do that at home when she had nothing better to do and after this trip, Brooklyn would probably even consider laying off all of that for a while.

While sleeping with Collin had initially only been done to spite Cara, Brooklyn could now admit that it had served a more pleasurable purpose than just revenge too, and that was why it had happened a couple more times after the first time. She wasn't in love with Collin, though, so if she decided that she would give Cara a break after this, giving him up wouldn't be difficult. He was a nice option in that he was convenient, always available and eager when she wanted him, and in her mind, a safe and clean option since he knew he wasn't sleeping with anyone else at the time, so he was harmless, but she could have her needs met elsewhere, too. These past few weeks had allowed her to see him as more than just a revenge tool or even a casual sex partner, though, which was why even if Brooklyn did cut off the physical part of her relationship with him when they returned to New York, she would still try to be friendly with him. She owed him that much, at least, and shockingly, she had come to the conclusion that he was no where near as unbearable to be around as his sister. For a Forrester, he was pretty down to earth and normal.

After unpacking her suitcase and doing a quick outfit change into something more appropriate for the warm weather, Brooklyn spent a few minutes touching her appearance up, but was soon ready to start this vacation. She didn't know what Collin and Cara had planned, and doubted that she and Roman would be included even if they did, so she was surprised when Collin emerged from the bathroom after taking a quick shower, talking about going out with his sister and the others. "I don't know what you and Roman have planned," Collin said as he returned to his suitcase that he had already emptied out, to put the clothes he had worn at the airport inside, "But my sister and the girls are going to head to Hollywood Studios. I'll probably go over with them since I like The Tower of Terror and the Rock 'n' Rollercoaster they have, so if you and Roman want to come too, you're welcome. We have ParkHoppers every day, so you guys can really go anywhere you want and do things on your own time, but yeah... just throwing that out there as an option." Collin had slept the entirety of the plane ride; something that he found easy to do, even if it was a short one, but no matter how short it was, he always needed to shower after flying, just to wake himself up. He was now showered and dressed, having only seen Cara's text a minute ago, and while he could sense the passive aggressiveness in the message, in her probably not wanting them to join at all, he was still going to take her up on the invite and extend it to Brooklyn and Roman, because he had nothing better to do. He wasn't a dependent person, but spending an entire week at Disney alone also didn't sound fun.

"Oooh, that sounds fun," Brooklyn mused, smiling as she stood from the spot on the edge of the bed that she had been sitting on.
Like Collin, she really had nothing better to do than to follow the plans of his sister for now, so tagging along wouldn't hurt, especially since she was sure she and Roman would break off from the group sooner than later anyway. "I'll let Roman know we're going," she said, as she headed out towards the balcony where she had last seen the boy. Without surprise, he was smoking. Normally, Brooklyn wouldn't have cared not only about breaking the rules that explicitly said no smoking in the guest rooms, especially when it was a guest room that was in Cara (or her dad's) name, but since they were really already being treated to the maximum level on this trip, she felt funny about pushing the boundaries too far. "Not trying to be a killjoy, but can you not do that here this trip? There's a smoking area outside a little bit away from the lobby, and even though I'd normally say fuck the rules, especially when it wouldn't be us paying any fines charged to this room, I don't wanna push it when we're already getting a couple thousand dollars worth of free shit from this trip anyway," she said, leaning against the banister. She truly wasn't trying to sound bitchy, which was surprising for the blonde who normally would have had no problem telling Roman to grow up and stop being such a selfish prick. "But what I came out here for, wasn't to play mom, but to tell you that we're going to Hollywood Studios. The one with the Tower of Terror, that I hope makes you cry like a three year old. Put that out and meet me in the living room," she said, turning on her heels at that to head back inside.

Collin was already in the living room by the time that Brooklyn returned to the bedroom to collect her sunglasses and bag, and there, he had found Chanel and Cara. He didn't know that Chanel had just been talking about him, so he acted nonchalant, offering the pair a small wave as he headed towards the MagicBands he spotted on the kitchen counter. He picked a gray one for himself, doubting that it mattered who took what out of the three remaining. "Brooklyn and Roman are going to come with us, I think. Hope you guys don't mind," he said, though he knew that Cara would mind. "And as a word of advice: don't sit next to Cara on The Tower of Terror," Collin said, looking to Chanel with a light-hearted smirk, as he tried to lighten the mood. "I swear she basically broke all of my fingers when we were kids because she was so scared."

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Roman didn't want to leave anytime soon. Not because he was so in love with Disney already and full of excitement, but because he was still recovering from the plane ride and needed a grace period longer than the length of this trip. He'd purchased the best distraction he could find: a couple Sudoku books, but it was no surprise that they quickly bored someone like him when he was trying to waste time. He could get quite competitive, mostly with himself than other people.There was more math involved in Sudoku than people realized; it wasn't simply just trial and error. There was combinatorics, group theory, what have you. None of which Roman consciously applied, because even he would admit that's pretty stupid when can just use trial and error, but for him, none of it was a conscious act. He tried cheating himself into not knowing the puzzle after a few glances, but that quickly got boring. It was like one of those optical illusion puzzles where once you saw the lady in the midst of abstract scribbles, you couldn't unsee her. Now, though, he didn't need to waste time for the sake of his sanity, so he finished them leisurely outside on the balcony. It wasn't to say he could just look at the puzzle and know the solution in a matter of seconds, but it probably did seem that way with how he scratched the pencil so fluidly across the paper.

While solving Sudoku puzzles at Disney probably came off as disinterested, he was actually the opposite. He wasn't stoked, per say, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the ambiance and all the colors. What more, while he was used enough to life in New York to not feel like a foreigner anymore, being here had him reverting back to those first couple of months in America. In the sense that everything was new and unfamiliar, and he felt like he was observing more than participating. While he'd never been to Disney, a lot of kids around his age back home would travel to the U.S. yearly, and Disney was definitely on the radar. Living in New York only silenced the inner tourist in him, which sometimes still revealed itself, like whenever he saw red solo cups in the stores. Obviously going from cups to actual Disney was a huge step, and it actually was a big deal for him. Before coming to the U.S., he understandably didn't know much about it. He could tell you a few presidents, some states, and list some 'very American' things like the cups, on a small scale, or major things like the Grand Canyon, Statue of Liberty, the White House, and Disney. If his preconception of America already involved Disney, and it was up there with The White House, it made sense why he felt like he was back at square one as far as being an immigrant adapting to a new culture and country was involved. While everyone here were obviously all visitors, with it being his first time to a place he grew up knowing as foreign, Roman felt the distinction even stronger.

And as far as distractions went, Disney was without a doubt more interesting and sustaining. He wasn't worried about coming across disinterested, though, one because he wasn't, and two because he didn't think anyone was paying half a rat's ass attention to him. He took in things differently, and reacted as such. His sitting out on the balcony and minding his own and watching the boats in mild fascination was actually him enjoying himself, even if his face didn't suggest anything of the sort. He wasn't very skilled at displaying positive emotions as such, but his face seemed to do well with expressing negatives ones, as he did when Brooklyn came out. Roman raised his eyebrow in the beginning, as if to say 'Really?' Roman knew he wasn't supposed to smoke, but he thought it a courtesy enough to be outside. He figured who the hell was going to regulate him, but leave it to Brooke. He wasn't going to just put of his cigarette at the drop of a hat, so he turned away from Brooke to look back at the boat's, although he was still listening. He didn't know what Hollywood Studios was. In fact, he didn't know anything about Disney except that there was a giant golf ball somewhere and that big castle, the latter of which was the main thing he wanted to see.

It would have been easy to make a sly comment about how good Collin had to be to twist her inside out into a totally different person. But like Brooke, the vacation atmosphere was enough to remove some of his spite, a lot of which had diminished over the course of the past few weeks along with his energy levels. Add on the traveling from today, and he really didn't have it in him to be an ass, especially when Brooklyn, to be fair, wasn't being one either--for once. He wasn't trying to cause trouble, not out of respect for the Forresters because Cara was self-explanatory, and he didn't care enough about Collin, but because he also just wanted to kind of relax, if not forget. He knew when he wasn't wanted, and while he had thick enough skin for that to not bother him, he'd felt enough guilt this past month to not want to rekindle that feeling he was trying to distract himself from. The balcony could only have its touch for so long--especially since Holly was bound to return to running back and forth between it. Roman glanced back to see Brooklyn leaving and stood up once she'd gone inside. He ran his hand across his face and exhaled.

Being inside was refreshing. He'd tuned out enough to not be totally bothered by the heat just then, but he knew walking around in it would be the death of him. The culture shock of Disney was one thing, but this heat was a next level. In England, people were complaining at 18, or roughly 65 degrees Fahrenheit. The others were enjoying the 'warm' weather, but to Roman it felt like the sun was dangerously closer than it should be. When he came inside to comfortable faces, he was confused over how it seemed that he was the only one who felt like he was melting. Shortly after Brooklyn returned to the bedroom, Roman was behind her, tossing his puzzle book on the bed. Not really looking for conversation, but rather wanting to know what he was getting himself into, he glanced over at Brooke. Figuring she'd been here before, since, again, his understanding was that the vast majority of Americans had been to Disney, he thought she would know. He hovered around as she got her things and walked beside her as they exited the bedroom. "What's Hollywood Studios?"

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Location: Boardwalk Inn Villa
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Though Holly was excited and it wasn't like her to hold back, she was making a genuine effort to behave herself this trip. She never purposely tried to be disruptive, and she wasn't usually aware when she was being disruptive, but there were times when she took Makayla seriously enough to remind herself over and over again to focus. It was often a struggle to do so, which was why she normally gave up quickly, but they were still early in the trip and Holly was doing her best. That was the only reason why she didn't quickly insist that they go to the restaurant that sported a drive-in movie theater theme as soon as Cara gave it as an option, or why she didn't follow Cara and Chanel out without waiting for Makayla.

"Why would it be a challenge for Chanel to deal with us?" she asked, a look of genuine confusion on her face as she perched herself on the edge of their bed, once Cara had left the room. Chanel had entered the bathroom momentarily, but followed after Cara quickly enough that Holly and Makayla had a minute alone in their room. Anyone other than Holly probably would have been able to answer that question for themselves, but it still spoke to the fact that she was trying to be more self-aware today that she was even thinking other people's words through before moving on to something entirely different. In her mind, there was nothing challenging about sharing a room with herself and Makayla. In fact, Holly was ready to congratulate Chanel on being her honorary second sister for the week. She would have to inform her that Makayla had a tendency to pretend to be asleep at night to avoid conversation, so if she had something important to say, she just had to get out of bed and pull one of Makayla's eyelids open to wake her up like Holly did whenever she had something urgent to share at five in the morning, but other than that, she couldn't think of any quirks that they possessed. "Because she might get jealous that me and you are best friends and she'll feel left out a little?" she followed up the first quesiton with, once she decided that that seemed like the only logical answer to her question. "Because I can tell her that I'll share a bed with her instead, so she doesn't feel that way!" she continued, her energy picking up drastically at that, as she bounced off of the bed and darted towards the door before Makayla could correct her.

"Ch--" Holly had begun to call out Chanel's name to share the exciting news with her, but caught Roman and Brooklyn walking out of their bedroom door before she could reach the girls and Collin, and her attention was then glued to that duo. "Hi Brooklyn! And Roman!" she sang out as she approached them. "Are you guys coming with us?" She didn't allow much time for either of them to answer before continuing, ignoring the concepts of personal space and wrapping her hands around one of Roman's arms. "Roman, Roman, Roman!" she said, as if she hadn't done enough already to capture his attention. "If you were a Disney character you would either be Peter Pan or the one of the Seven Dwarfs named Dopey," she said, laughing aloud at the thought of the last one."And Brooklyn, you would definitely be Elsa because sometimes you do things that aren't nice and you need an attitude adjustment, but we still love you in the end because you're blonde and pretty!"

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Cara justified that she was absolutely allowed to roll her eyes at Chanel's spiel about grudges, and so she did just that. "Let me start my response to that by saying I like you better when you're on my side, being my friend, and not trying to channel Ghandi. But I am not holding any grudges against anyone. Do I think it's unfortunate that Collin choose to catch a variety of STDs from a two dollar hooker? Sure. Do I think that he took our vacation down from a Disney version of a five star one to a two star one by including trailer park trash? You could say that. But am I holding a grudge against him? No. I'm too busy being obsessed with how we're basically twinning, and how our pictures are going to look really cute, and how in a few hours I'll have some alcohol in my system and will forget about how you're pulling off our basic outfit ten times better than me." Her response could have been construed as being a bit bitter at first, since it was evident that no matter how strongly she was insisting that she wasn't holding a grudge, the way that she worded it portrayed how she clearly wasn't as over it as she wanted to be.

In her defense, she had no reason to be over it. Her brother betrayed her. It didn't matter that Cara was the one who hurt Brooklyn in the first place. What mattered was that Collin knew that she had bad blood with Brooklyn, and not only did he sleep with her, but he did it at their house. He did it at their house, when Cara had a guest over, at that. The fact that that guest was Chanel, who already was privy to Cara's relationship with Brooklyn, didn't excuse the fact that Collin was wildly in the wrong in that situation. Cara had a reason to hold a grudge over that to begin with, but when he had convinced their dad that he had a right to bring "friends" along on this trip as much as Cara did, and those friends ended up being Brooklyn and Roman, Cara had a reason to do more than hold a grudge. Given her brother's actions, she thought that she was actually being unnecessarily nice and mature about the whole thing. Even having to think about it again made her half regret texting him a few minutes ago, and had she been given another minute or so before everyone spilled out of the bedrooms and into the common area, it was quite possible that Cara would have purposely "misplaced" the MagicBands that were reserved for Collin, Brooklyn and Roman, left without them and put her phone on silent when Collin tried to text her to ask where they were.

She didn't have time for that though, because before she knew it, Collin had entered and was making a joke about Cara's earlier experiences on rides as a child, and then Holly's voice rang out as she spoke to Brooklyn and Roman who were leaving their bedroom. "Coming from the boy who cried on The Haunted Mansion ride when he was like... ten, I wouldn't take anything he says to heart," Cara said to Chanel, making a face at Collin in a way only appropriate for sibling bickering, before she had to redirect her attention to Holly, whose loud comments characterizing Roman and Brooklyn as characters made Cara want to laugh, though she only smiled. "Come on, Holly! We're going!" she had to call out, though, as she opened the hotel room's door. She didn't want the redhead getting too comfortable in conversation with the pair because she had no intention of allowing them to stay with her group once they got to the park. Whether Chanel liked it or not.

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"One of the amusement parks here," Brooklyn explained, after Roman questioned her on their way out. She had her bag, her sunglasses and her phone, and she figured that was all she needed. Since she had been to Disney before, albeit years ago, she hadn't done too much research on the parks and attractions themselves, but she had looked up information on their hotel. She knew that it was only a short walk away from Hollywood Studios, so if she happened to forget something, having to turn back around halfway through the walk wasn't going to be a life or death situation. "I think it's one of the more low-key ones, but I haven't been here in forever, so maybe I'm wrong. There's a good roller coaster there and that Tower of Terror ride, and I think a lot of movie-related stuff? I don't really know, but I think they just built a whole Star Wars section, if you're into that." Brooklyn wouldn't put having a dorky Star Wars obsession past the person who killed time on a vacation by Sudoku. She wasn't going to say that aloud, though. Shockingly, she was really doing her best to behave herself. To an extent, that was simply because this was a vacation and relaxation was prioritized over being a bitch, but also, back at home, when she and Roman constantly engaged in a playful and sometimes not-so-playful banter, it could end just as quickly as it began since they had separate bedrooms, separate apartments and separate lives. For the next few days, they would be spending more time together for continuous periods than they probably ever had before, so Brooklyn didn't want to get sick of him, or allow him to get sick of her, just yet.

She and Roman didn't get more than a few steps outside of their bedroom door before Holly bombarded them. Luckily (for Brooklyn), she chose Roman to physically greet, but Brooklyn wasn't immune to a Disney character comparison either. Even though the comment about having an attitude, and only being liked because of her appearance made her roll her eyes, her comparison definitely wasn't as bizarre as the Peter Pan and Dopey ones that Roman received. If Brooklyn had suggested Dopey as Roman's Disney character persona, it would have made some amount of sense because it would've been obvious that she was just saying it to get under his skin and make a joke. Holly rarely, if ever, seemed to grasp the concept of dry humor or sarcasm or meanness with the intentions of being playful, which was why Brooklyn was curious as to why she would come up with those two characters and mean it genuinely. Had Cara not called out to Holly, Brooklyn would have let it go in order to save herself from a possible headache-inducing response from the girl, but now that Cara wanted Holly to move along, Brooklyn was going to purposely keep her there, if only for another few seconds. "Don't you think Roman's better suited as Grumpy than Dopey?" she inquired.

From Brooke's description, Hollywood Studios didn't seem that enthralling. He had been a breath from emphasizing how little he knew about Disney by asking where 'that castle' was before Holly bombarded them with her Holliness. Roman would have figured she would have chosen Brooklyn to bother, given that the girl was, for whatever reason, captivated by her, but as soon as she began calling out his name, he knew what was coming. That didn't stop him from rolling his eyes halfheartedly when she grabbed him. Before he was able to wiggle her off and tell her to give Brooklyn attention since she was obviously the jealous type, Holly revealed her choice of Disney character portrayals from them, bringing an amused smirk from him at Brooke's casting. "Nice one, Holly,"[/color] he said. It was an unintentional drag, but it also made more sense than Holly's choice for him. Cara called Holly to come along before Roman could ask though, but Brooklyn's own interception saved him the need to say anything. Brookyln's purposely keeping Holly for another question didn't go unnoticed by him. Being that it was no secret the two didn't want Holly under them, he figured Brooke's choice was a nod at Cara, and decided to play along as well. "I agree," he said. "Probably because I spend too much time with Elsa over here." He nodded accordingly towards Brooke. Seeing that Cara was still in view, and therefore close enough to hear him, he raised his voice theatrically. "And Cara would be Stinky, right? Isn't that one of them?" he asked, knowing good and well that wasn't one of the dwarf's names, but also knowing that Holly would be believe he was seriously wondering. "Because she's always being stinky to me and Brooke and that's why we can't hang out with you." Roman knew he was wrong for stirring the pot, and he did plan on remaining under the radar for most of the trip, but he did need to get at least one dig out.