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There are two things important about today.

First, it's Brooke's birthday. Brooke is a month older than Rachel. Which makes her old. Which is awesome because it also means Brooke will turn thirty before Rachel does. She's pretty sure she already sees wrinkles around Brooke's eyes, but she's not going to say anything. It's her birthday after all.

Second, Rachel's come to the realization that they've both turned into old, boring farts. They're both sleeping with one dude (not the same dude. God no) and they wake up and go to school or sew or whatever Brooke does and go to work and come home to their men. It's time to shake things up.

So Rachel's on her way to Brooke's with a plan. She's packed all the essentials (moonshine and cookies) and put on a normal looking t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. They're going on an adventure and they're going to have fun and Rachel's totally doing so much better than last year when she basically forgot Brooke's birthday, entirely. She's going to show her an awesome time.

She just has to get her out of her tree.

"Hey! Brooke Davis, you old whore. Come down here!"

Date: 2011-03-01 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brookesmart.livejournal.com
There's banging from above and a few muted curses before Brooke sticks her head out her window, eyes puffy and hair wild.

"Oh my god, why are you here so early?" she demands, glaring down at Rachel. "I was up all night making sure your fat ass didn't get molested, how can you even be awake right now?"

Date: 2011-03-01 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com
"It's your birthday, bitch!" Rachel announces. "And no you totally did not. That's what the bouncers are for. Now get down here. We're going on an adventure. But do something about your hair first."

Date: 2011-03-01 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brookesmart.livejournal.com
Oh my god. Brooke spends a moment utterly transported with glee as she realizes Rachel's quite right, it is her birthday. Her very, very special day, and then she remembers it's Rachel she's talking to.

"My hair is fine!" she says, fingercombing frantically out of sight. "What kind of adventure? Shorts adventure, or dress adventure?"

Date: 2011-03-01 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com
"As if I would let you outdress me," she says, gesturing to her ensemble as the moonshine jars rattle around in the pack. "I brought provisions, it's going to be awesome."

Date: 2011-03-01 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brookesmart.livejournal.com
Brooke graciously decides that not knowing what that means is only part of the adventure, tugging a tank over her head and shorts over her ass, feet shoved into tennis shoes and on the boardwalk outside in minutes flat.

"Watch the rope ladder," she says, unfurling it. "Hate for you to have to get another nosejob!"

Date: 2011-03-01 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com
"Maybe the island's birthday to you will be some sort of injury that results in an ass transplant," she calls up, stepping out of the way. "There's an element of danger to this adventure so it really could happen."

Date: 2011-03-01 05:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brookesmart.livejournal.com
"Really?" Brooke pauses halfway down the ladder to peer over her shoulder at Rachel. "Like actual danger?" It's not that she's opposed, but she hates to worry her boyfriend, especially after all they've been through. "Should I tell Priestly where I'm going?"

Date: 2011-03-01 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com
"He already knows, that's how awesome I am," she preens. "He totally gave permission." Mostly. Sort of.

"He knows where to send the rescue squad if we don't come back."

Date: 2011-03-02 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brookesmart.livejournal.com
"He did?" Brooke jumps the rest of the way down, landing in front of Rachel with a flourish that's lost almost immediately to a wave of her hands. "What else did he say? Did he tell you where my present is? What is it? Is it shiny?"

Date: 2011-03-03 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com
"All in good time," she promises, handing over a muffin. "I know it takes a lot of food to power all that, so eat up. We've got a long walk."

Date: 2011-03-04 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brookesmart.livejournal.com
"Oh, come on," says Brooke, biting dutifully into her muffin. "He must have said something, you have to tell me, clothes over bros, bitch."

Date: 2011-03-04 03:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com
"It's a surprise, dumbass," Rachel huffs, turning on her heel and heading down the path. "I'm not supposed to tell you until right before. So come on, we're going to see dinosaurs."

Date: 2011-03-08 03:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brookesmart.livejournal.com
Brooke stops in her tracks. "Seriously?" All at once, she's tempted to go back for her staff, and beneath it, kind of wants to jump up and down. "Is that even allowed?"

Date: 2011-03-08 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sluttylyingliar.livejournal.com
"Of course!" Rachel lies. Well, maybe not lie, lies. It might not be against the rules. "People do it all the time. There are these sensors or whatever and they keep them out of our part. I've done research. Plus, I brought booze and cookies. It's gonna be awesome."

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