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


“I dunno if a slender girl like you should be drinking so much,” Ace said as he popped another beer and placed it in front of her, “But who am I to say no to a paying customer.” 

"He's just teasin' ya," Celeste cooed, giving Brandy a smile, "I don't really like beer that much, myself, or I'd have one with you, too!"



Brandy grinned, “I like light beer, this stout gets to me. But when it comes to my moonshine,” she leaned closer to Celeste, “I could drink him under the table.” Ace returned with beer to restock the bar as Brandy finished whispering, she looked at Ace and took a swig of her beer and giggled. Brandy just watched Ace, he opened a small tin and popped something into his mouth, she dismissed it and looked around the diner as Frieda chatted with Celeste briefly before Celeste turned back to her.


"Yeah, there's a robot that is left over from the war, when the place was an old folk's home. Poor thing had been stuck in some rut for years. Didn't realize its tenants were dead!" She shuddered. "I don't want to see another skeleton for the rest of my life, I'll say that."

“How did you get a robot out of rut? It must be heavy, did somebody help you?” Brandy sighed, “Yeah, we should properly bury the skeletons, they deserve that much. I can only imagine the things they saw during their lifetime.”

Ace grabbed a few beers and handed them out, "On the house, as long as you promise not to spill it or spit it out at me." Brandy quickly looked at the bar blushing once more, she looked back up when Ace handed a beer to Frieda, smirking in the process at her before addressing Frieda, "Well hope to see you stay and around town. Lord knows we need more cute girls around."

Brandy took a drink, narrowing her eyes at Ace, but her lips still managed to smile, she couldn't help it. Whenever Ace gave her attention she felt what could be described as butterflies. Ace had flirted with her since she had arrived in Salem, and it drove Brandy crazy. Partly because she was not the only one he flirted with, and secondly, because she was to insecure to make a move. Tonight, the liquid courage was strong and she looked at Frieda, she slid her beer in front of her, “Hold my beer and watch this.” Brandy got up and walked behind the bar, standing there as Ace spoke with a strangely dressed man who intimidated her. She balled her fists and relaxed them as she took a deep breath, she presses her lips together and when Ace turned his attention to her, she threw her arms around him and stood on her toes. She wobbled a little as she craned her neck and pressed her lips against his, she closed her eyes, it felt well received and a feeling of accomplishment washed over her. Though it was a simple, quick kiss, it was a huge step for her, she smiled, “Since you looked at me funny when I blew you a kiss earlier, I thought maybe you wanted a real one.”

She smiled up at Ace and turned to walk around to her stool, she smiled proudly at Frieda and Celeste. As she went to sit back down, her rear slipped off the edge of the barstool, but she braced herself on the bar, blushing and returning her bottom onto the stool.