[center][color=00aeef][b]Brandy Brooks – Diner/Home/Diner/Salem - Morning [/b][/color][/center]


Ace let out a chuckle as he got up, picked the panties up and handed them to Brandy, “You know no reason to blush, nothing I haven’t seen before…” He went over to the dresser and handed her what she asked. She stood up and pulled Ace to her, burying her face into his chest as she hugged him. Brandy looked up at him; standing on her tippy toes she gave him a little kiss. “I’d go out the cellar door if I were you. Steve is upstairs and so are other folk, plus Betty,” Ace said after he kissed her. He started to look around the room, pulling a toolbox from under the bed. He placed it on the bed and opened it, looked inside, and closed it up. He kissed Brandy again and headed for the cellar door. 

Brandy just stared at Ace, her mouth hung open slightly, “Why? You’re not going to walk me out?”

Ace stopped and turned, “Oh sorry, I know I just got here but we got a new generator and I want to make sure it’s ready to run as soon as possible...oh before I forget, yes there was vertibird. No, Brotherhood is not invading us. Yes, there are two scribes up on the apartment building, and No it won’t cost anyone anything.”

Brandy furrowed her brow and shook her, “[i]What[/i]?” she raised her arms and let them flop down to her sides as the cellar door slammed shut, “What are you talking about Ace?” She mumbled to herself confused with the rush of information, “You do know that I can help with that type of stuff.” She plopped down on the bed and folded her arms. She looked at the nightstand reaching over to pick up the picture frame. It was his ex-wife, she put it in the stands drawer before jumping up, “[i]FINE[/i],” she hissed. [i]Can’t even walk your girlfriend out, AND THEN tell me go leave through the cellar??? He must be embarrassed of me.[/i] She sighed and looked up at the hatch, she pressed her lips together and clenched her fists before she stomped towards the ladder.

She carefully opened it up, she could see Betty moving around preparing coffee, she climbed up and let the hatch door slam shut. She glared at Betty who returned just as evil of glare. “Looks like someone had a fun night.” Steve chuckled.

“CAN IT STEVE,” she walked towards the door, purposely bumping into Betty making her spill some coffee down the front of her. She stopped before she walked out and looked at Steve, “I did have a good night. But my morning could’ve been better, but I saw you two.” She shot one more dirty look at Betty and Steve before she left. She went inside her house and up the stairs to clean up and get ready for the day. She grabbed some khaki cargo pants and tight red t-shirt, pulled her hair up into a ponytail and slipped on her tan work boots. She snatched a brochure she had found when she returned to town, it was about The Witchcraft Museum, it was just outside of town and looked to be in nice shape. Today was the day she would go explore it. Pulling out the gun case from under her bed she pulled out her great grandfather’s 12 gauge shotgun, pushing 5 shells into the mag-tube. She attached the sling and slung it over her shoulder and went to leave but stopped by the kitchen entrance. She grinned and sat the shotgun down. She grabbed a bottle of Wonder glue and some flower. She dug out a plastic baggie and dumped some flour in it along with a little water to make a paste. Then she dumped the Wonder glue in and sealed the baggie, massaging it to mix the glue in with the paste. A laughed slipped out as she went and picked up her shotgun before heading back to the diner. Steve had left, and Betty put her hand on her hip, “What do you want?”

Brandy smiled, “Nothing, I thought I might sit here until Ace comes back.” Betty rolled her eyes and turned to the sink to finish washing the mugs. Brandy stood up, opening up the baggie and threw it hitting Betty in the back of head. “That’s for being a rude jerk this morning when you came down and got stuff from the storeroom.”

“YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!” screamed Betty as she put her hand up to fling off the glops of paste. Her hand stuck to her hair, she leaned over the sink and tried to get the paste out, but to no avail.

“Have a nice day Betty,” Brandy chirped as she quickly left with Betty’s hands stuck in her hair. She started on her way to the museum and hummed with a smug grin on her face. [i]Did I use too much glue? It was the entire bottle, NAH.[/i]