[Center][color=00aeef][b]Brandy Brooks - Ace’s Diner[/b][/color][/center]


"I -- wait -- what?" Frieda stammered, caught off guard. She noticed Brandy dabbing at the front of her dress where the beer had ran to, "...oh. Uh..." She looked at Rook, "Uh, sure. Okay. Lead on." Frieda tossed back the rest of the stout and plunked the bottle onto the bar, before rising to follow Brandy.

Brandy took Frieda’s hand and led her to the bathroom where she quickly checked herself in the mirror. She wet the corner of a hand towel and wiped at the beer stain. “Would you really kick his butt? I...kinda stink at this stuff really.” She sighed, “Ace seems too good to be true. Honestly, you seem like his type. You're confident, pretty, and it sounds like you could handle yourself...I can't.”

Brandy frowned at her reflection, as he rifled through her purse and pulled out a brush and ran it through her hair. “Guess I'm just scared, but you saw him right? I'm not imagining it am I?” She dropped the brush back into her purse and turned to face Frieda, “I have a nice little beach house that I've working in, I live there all by myself,” she shrugged, “Kinda scary sometimes, and lonely. You're more than welcome to stay if you would like, I have plenty of room and an extra bedroom.”

Brandy pulled her dress up and dropped her panties, “Sorry, I have to pee when I get all nerved up. Thanks for the advice, I'll do my best to return the favor.” She finished and washed her hands, “Well let's go visit some more, maybe have a couple more drinks.”

Brandy took up her stool, “I'll take another beer please,” she asked Ace, pursing her lips together then blushing again. She turned to Celeste, “I would love to stop by and look around your place. You have a working robot? That would be awesome.”

She turned to look at another new face and extended her hand, “Hello Sir, I'm Brandy Brooks, welcome to Salem.”