Time Warp: All Through the Night (Brooke)

[Astley Pyatt]

Set: May 2013

When she'd gotten the call, she really hadn't been expecting it.

"Heeeeey, you should- you should come pick up yer - yer friend-" the drunken voice had slurred, making Astley rub her eyes and glance at the clock. 2:08 AM on a saturday night. Homebody that she was, she had gone to sleep at ten.

"Who is this?" She managed, sleepily, checking her phone. The caller ID read Brooke Lelovely. She'd never put in Brooke's last name, not when they'd met nor in the two years since.

The voice on the phone didn't answer, just belted out, in a singsong tone, "She's waaaaasteeeeed!~"

Astley frowned. Brooke had never called her before. She was glad she had, though; she didn't want Brooke getting caught wandering back onto school grounds intoxicated. Pulling herself up out of bed, Astley flipped on her bedside lamp, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she redid her messy ponytail, trying to make it a little more presentable. "Where is she?" She asked, her voice much stronger than it usually was with strangers. This guy - or girl? she honestly couldn't tell - was drunk, it's not like she'd be making a bad impression. Besides, this was for Brooke. Astley would do anything to help her friend.

Despite the chilliness that was Vermont in May (still not yet summer, so the air was a little cooler than 'brisk'), she always slept in the same thing: shorts and a tank top. It's not like she could feel the cold, anyway, not unless she really really tried. So now, having to leave campus and pick up her friend from a club, she was in a bit of a pickle. Did it matter what she wore? Should she just cover up and hope no one could tell? She decided that that was the best bet, and slipped her shorts off and her jeans on, pulling a sweatshirt on to cover the silly-looking hand-painted t-shirt she'd made in middle school.

"It's Anodyne-" The voice managed, "And she's-" But Astley had already hung up, slipping on a pair of flipflops and putting her wallet in her back pocket, holding her keys tight to keep them from jingling as she hurried out of her dorm room.

The walk to her car was longer than she would've liked - especially since she was incredibly paranoid about getting caught - but she managed it faster than she would on a normal day, driven by the reminder that Brooke could be getting into some serious trouble right now. She didn't usually worry about Brooke this much, but she'd never been woken in the middle of the night either.

Once she'd made it to her car, she had sped (well, like 8 miles over the speed limit) to the club district, looking for the club the caller had mentioned. Anodyne, Anodyne....

She wasn't entirely sure how, but somehow she'd managed to get Brooke out to her car, stumbling, and now she was taking her to the lake, hoping to get her to sober up a bit - or maybe sleep it off - before she drove her back to Hammel.

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The room was spiiiiiiiiiiiiiinning.

Wait, was this a room? Or something else?

And who was that? Waaaaaait.....now the world was flooooating.

Brooke wrapped her arms gleefully around the neck of the person whom she was handed over to. She turned her head to look at the blurry, distorted figure of the person she was with. What was his name? Matthew, Mark, Luke, John...?

One of those....or was she getting them confused with those gaiz who wrote them things somewhere, somewhen....

She felt her body fall into something cushy followed by a loud noise, followed by another loud noise, followed by lion's roaaaaaaaarrrrrrr. Then she was flying again. Or was she in a boat? Did boats float?

Brooke's head flipped and flopped with the light g-forces from the turns that made her stomach tickle just a little, well, maybe a lot, but she was pretty good at keeping it to just a tickle. Speaking of tickling, who was that person sitting in the boat next to her? She was puurrrrrrdy.

"Whee'r go'an?" she mumbled out with perfect articulation. "'s par'y ov~ah?" Brooke looked over at the distorted blob next to her and flashed her biggest, flashiest smile. At least she thought she did, Brooke couldn't really feel her face.

[Astley Pyatt]

She'd been pretty good for a few minutes - kinda wobbly, even in her seat, but once she started talking, Astley could tell just how intoxicated she was. Her words were barely discernible, sounding more like enthusiastic humming than actual speech. The closest things she could interpret was the word 'where' (not too many difficult consonants in that one) and something that sounded like 'paree' that Astley was pretty sure meant 'party.'

"Hey..." Her voice was gentle, as she glanced over at her friend, who was grinning like a complete idiot. "We're just gonna go to the lake, ok honey?" She didn't know where the 'honey' came from, she just felt like she had to coddle the severely intoxicated girl. Besides, they were almost there. "I've got a blanket, and some water, and you can just rest, ok?" It was times like these she was glad she kept way too much in her car. Her trunk was full of an array of different items, both useful (like water bottles and a flashlight) and non (like about ten folders and a set of cheap Crayola markers).

Coming up to the dirt road that led toward the lake, Astley turned the car gently, careful not to jar Brooke too much. She didn't look too good, and Astley wanted to avoid any potential damage to her car thanks to Brooke's inability to hold down her alcohol. Then again, this was Brooke, Astley had never heard of her not being able to hold her alcohol. But she didn't know everything, she supposed. Approaching the lake, she drove her car a quarter of the way around, to give them a bit of space in case anyone else happened to come to the lake (at 2am in May - like that was gonna happen).

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Slowed down as Brooke's brain was, it took her a full 5 seconds to process and react to Astley's answer. Of course, to Brooke, this all seemed perfectly normal. She twisted her face into what she thought was a perfect example of what "panic" should look like. "Bu' I din' b'in’ ma simsuuut!" Oh, how terrible! And she looked good in a swimsuit too! Then again, she looked good without a swimsuit too, so Brooke supposed it didn't really matter.

She didn't really catch what the purdy-gal said next, but did get that it was something about water. "Th' lake 's wa'er." Brooke gave the purdy-gal a friendly punch in the arm(that was really more of a weak slap), letting her hand slide down that girl's arm. "Ur sof'." Brooke leaned in closer to the purdy-gal to get a better look. "'n Purdy."

As they hit the dirt road, thing became aaaaaaaaaallllll kinds of bumpy, making the tickle in her stomach slosh around a bit more than it should have. Brooke only complained with a long, amusing noise that bumped and vibrated with the bumps the purdy-driver was trying not to hit. As they started to round the lake, though, that tickle was getting too tickle-y for Brooke to ignore, despite her ability to keep it down. She stopped moaning and closed her eyes. "No mo' spin'n'….don' fil g'd." Of course, to Brooke, this all seemed normal.

[Astley Pyatt]

Astley was relieved to understand something the drunk girl was saying. "Yes! Yes, the lake is water!" Oh god, she felt - and sounded - like a kindergarten teacher. ....Aaaaand then Brooke's hand was distracting her - what was she even doing? "...You're wasted." She pointed out, gently, not entirely sure what the girl had meant by her slurring, but well aware that she was currently attempting to operate heavy machinery and couldn't exactly have a drunk girl getting in the way while she attempted to keep the car out of the lake.

Brooke's noise over the rocky road made Astley giggle despite her worry for the girl. At her words however (even though she wasn't entirely sure what the girl had said), Astley decided better safe than sorry and brought the car to a slow rolling stop. She unbuckled and turned to the girl briefly, verifying that she wasn't immediately about to throw up. It seemed like all was clear. "I'm going to get you a blanket, 'kay honey?" The mothering tone was back, and she didn't wait for an answer before opening her door and walking around to the back of the car.

Searching through her trunk was a little difficult with just the small interior light to help her, but she found what she needed - one of the two nice furry blankets (she went for comfortable fabrics over warmth, so she wasn't entirely sure how warm the blanket was - then again, she wasn't entirely sure how cold the night was, either, though her body had cooled to match it without her noticing), a bottle of water, and a couple of pain killers. Coming around to the passenger side, she gave a brief knock on the window before opening the door, hoping Brooke hadn't propped herself against it.

"Here you go, sweetie," she draped the blanket over her friend, carefully, and unscrewed the cap of the bottle. She wasn't entirely experienced with handling drunk people - she hadn't ever really gotten drunk herself - but she was improvising and hoping for the best. "And I have a couple of- candies for you." There was a brief hesitation, but she figured candies probably sounded far more appealing than Advil, and she held them out in one hand, the open bottle in the other.

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Oooh, man Brooke was the smoothest talker in the world, she was positive that every syllable coming out of her mouth was the cleverest, quirkiest, most amusing thing anyone had ever heard. And she was positive that all her flirtatious lines were being accepted quite handsomely by this purdy gal that was starting to look more and more like the purdy gal Astley that Brooke had had a dream or 50 about over the past couple years she'd known her.

Yeees, Astley was responding quite nicely. Or at least this girl who looked like Astley, honestly, Brooke though Astley was prettier than whoever this person was.

But that didn't matter, Brooke was quite open to look-alike replacements she could fantasize about.

While Brooke had no intention of throwing up, her stomach was doing quite the good job of threatening to show her caretaker just how much fun she had had that evening, and stomachs could be especially unpredictable when you least wanted them to, the tricky little bastards. But usually a few deep breaths of cool, clean air was enough to calm that fucker down….

"Too hoot…" Brooke moaned somewhat coherently when a blanket was suddenly put on her out of nowhere, but she didn't struggle. Her face beamed when the pretty Astley-look-alike offered her some candy and she eagerly opened her mouth expecting to be fed. Mouth-to-mouth, of course.

[Astley Pyatt]

Oh, gosh - wait, ok, so she was too hot - was that a thing for drunk people? Did they get hot when their bodies were cold? Was it hypothermia? Oh god, she had no idea what she was doing, did she? Okay, go with the girl who could feel hot and cold on a regular basis - blanket off, then.

Astley hesitated as Brooke opened her mouth, like a demanding little baby bird. "I - um... you need to drink water..." She fumbled with her words, blushing. Having been able to understand an entire sentence (or sentence fragment, really - well, two words) of Brooke's slurred speech had her suddenly more aware that perhaps Brooke was actually coherent.

....Who was she kidding. Brooke was drunk. Wasted. She wouldn't even remember that tonight had happened, probably. And Astley would be glad for that, cause she didn't want Brooke feeling like she owed her anything.

With a sigh, Astley cocked back on one hip. "Okay: what do I need to do to get you to take these?"

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Yup, it was too hot. Brooke felt like she was on fire, she wanted the cool cold air of the northwest to pass over her skin. But as soon as the blanket left, the goosebumps sprouted. The sweats were still there, but Brooke thought it felt good, so she only smiled. She didn't even notice she was shivering.

"Wa'er's fur pussis..." she groaned out with a lopsided grin. "'ll take ano'er pan'y drop'r." Because Panty Droppers were delicious, even if they didn't actually make you lose your panties.....wait, was she wearing them? Brooke pat around her crotch and back around her butt just to make sure. Whew! Ok. That could've been bad...then again, she might lose them anyway if this pretty Astley-look-alike kept hitting on her like she was.

After all, why else would she be giving her candy?

Brooke kept her mouth open and pointed expectantly at her tongue. How much more obvious did she have to make it? All the Astley-dopplganger needed to do was put the candy on her tongue and she crunch crunch swallow! But when nothing seemed to happen, except a question that sounded more saucy than it really was, Brooke closed her mouth and pouted. "I wan' th' caaaan'y," she whined. What did she have to do to get what she wanted?

[Astley Pyatt]

Shitshitshit. So much for trusting the drunk girl. Astley chewed her lip in thought as she planned out her next move. Deception would have to be her friend tonight. Brooke wouldn't be mad at her. She wouldn't even know this had happened.

Wish a quiet huff of tested patience, Astley ducked out of sight, and came back with the bottle in her other hand. "Would you look at that, I found one of those drinks for you!" She exclaimed with a smile - which, to sober eyes, was clearly desperate. Seeing the goosebumps on Brooke's skin, Astley brought the blanket up again, and then paused.

How was she supposed to do this? It was clear that Brooke wasn't about to take the pills herself. And it was also clear that she wasn't doing so well, and should probably take the pills. But she didn't want to just pour the water down the girl's throat - she might drown her or something - and she couldn't exactly do it at this angle anyway.

Oh god, this was going to be awkward.

Pursing her lips, while still faking her upbeat kindergarten-teacher smile, she clambered into the passenger's seat as well - awkwardly poised over her friend, one knee up on the seat while her other leg was still firmly on the ground outside the car, her head hitting the ceiling. God, why was she doing this? If Brooke ever remembered the slightest bit, she'd never live it down.

Her face was burning, her hands trembling slightly with embarrassment as she placed the pills on Brooke's proffered tongue, holding the bottle up to the drunk's lips in an attempt to make her hydrate.

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"Oooo! Goooody!" Brooke beamed, completely fooled by Astely's expert acting. Brooke was totally good for having another one of "those drinks" even if it was from a bottle and not a glass and no ice and looked suspiciously like water and not the dark red and orange that normally came with the cocktail.

And Ooo-la-la!

Just as Brooke thought, this Astley-character was totally hitting on her, why else would she be climbing on top of her like this. Oooo, Brooke could feel her temperature rising, oh was she blushing? She was probably blushing, but there wasn't much she could do about it, because this pretty goddess had Brooke cornered and oh, what beautiful skin. Such soft looking lips. Shiny hair. Lovely lashes…. She could feel her heart throbbing in her ears as she looked up at the pretty girl with expectant eyes.

Soooo sexy.

Brooke let the candies be placed on her tongue and she drew it back into her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on the pretty Astely's the whole while. She was probably making the silliest of faces as her lips searched the space in front of her for the rim of the bottle which held her drink, and she wrapped them over the opening, taking the bottle into her own hand and tipping it back, taking in a mouthful of the tasteless liquid and swallowing.

Once…twice. The pills were gone, but Brooke didn't let up. Finally, she took one last swig of the water and held it in her cheeks. She dropped the bottle out side the door and reached up to pull Astley's face in closer to hers.

She could feel the water dribble out the sides of their lips, but still she forced the other girl's lips open with her tongue as she held their lips there together. They stayed like that for a long while until all the water was gone. Brooke pulled Astley's bottom lip with her as she pulled away and grinned. "Mmmm…tasty," she said said with a smile.

[Astley Pyatt]

Halle-fuckin-lujah. Astley sighed, managing an actual smile once her friend had swallowed the pills, relieved that she (Astley) had managed to do something right. And Brooke was able to hold the bottle herself, that was also a relief, cause she'd felt weird holding it for-

Wait, why was Brooke grabbing-?

HOLY SHIT.

HOLY SHIT.

Holyshitholyshitholyshit! What was she supposed to do?! What was - what was Brooke even-?!

Astley's mind went blank.

This was the first kiss she'd had since her powers had manifested.

And it was with her best friend.

Who was completely wasted.

What was she supposed to do? She didn't even know why - why was she - wait, she wasn't - she'd never -

Sirens went off in Astley's head, loud screaming sirens telling her a thousand things at once, as her eyes first widened, then squeezed closed. First - yes. She liked this. Second - no. This wasn't something she should be doing with her best friend. Third - what? She'd never been interested in girls before, or at least she hadn't really thought about it. Fourth - ew. Was she drinking second-hand water? Fifth - omg. She was kissing Brooke. Sixth - goodness! Why was she feeling all warm and tingly and stomach-flippy? Seventh - oh crap. What if she burned her like she had Brendon?

Somehow the mix of emotions, while completely overwhelming Astley's awareness and control of her power, balanced themselves out in some odd way, the fear and confusion acting as a counterpoint to the embarrassment and - though she couldn't quite admit it to herself - the desire. Her skin took on an odd wavy temperature, fluctuating like cold water as it mixed into a hot tub, her skin all pins and needles with the sudden changes.

Her eyes opened again as she let out a sharp breath as Brooke pulled away with a nip at her lip.

These feelings just didn't make sense. Why was her heart racing like that, and her breath heavy - what was happening?

Brooke's words forced her back to reality with a jolt that sent her head thudding into the ceiling, prompting a wince and a hiss of pain, as she fumbled in an attempt to get out of the car. Her knee was caught, stuck in an awkward position between Brooke's thigh and the little divider of her car - something that, given a clear state of mind, would've been easy to slip out of but, in Astley's overwhelmed state, required a little more struggling.

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Mmmm….taste so sweet. Brooke could still feel the texture of Astley's tongue, of her teeth, of her soft lips. Oh, if only Brooke wasn't drunk, she could feel it all a lot more clearly. Her lips were tingling, though, with an electricity that seemed to circulate through and warm her whole body.

Brooke could have squealed at the flailing reaction Astley was giving her, if Brooke was more cognizant of the current situation. But instead, she stared up at the clumsy Astley with eyes that seemed far more aware than they should have been. The more and more Brooke looked at this pretty girl, the more she thought that this was just a dream.

A really good dream.

With a smile, Brooke lifted her hand again to poke Astley on the nose, then move back to caress the back of her neck. She was so warm, warmer than the blanket and cooler than the night air, it felt good on her skin. Brooke wanted to pull her in close and simply hold her against her breast forever.

Aww, hell, why not? It was a dream, Brooke could do whatever the hell she wanted!

With Astely so off balance, Brooke pulled her in close, burying her face against her chest and wrapping both arms around her pretty luv, cuddling and enjoying the feel of her closeness. She closed her eyes and rested her head against Astley's before she mumbled out, "luv ya…"

Such a good dream.

[Astley Pyatt]

She just wanted to get out of the car, get a little distance, a little air, a little -

She froze as Brooke touched her again. Oh no. Ohno ohno. What-

Aaaaand that was Brooke's cleavage.

Astley was speechless. When she tried to speak, all she was able to manage was a sort of croaking exhalation that didn't seem to end. "Uhhhhhhhhh...uuuhhhhmmmmm....ehhhhh...." She couldn't even... "I.... uhhhh....." Words were not her friend at the moment.

Geez, Brooke was certainly pushy, that was for sure. In a sober state, Astley wouldn't have minded - well, not horribly, despite all the blushing, she'd chock it up to Brooke being Brooke - but drunk people were an unknown quantity to her. And she had no idea what to expect. Not to mention she knew what Brooke's claws could do if she shifted.

So she finally managed to form some sort of words. "Uhhhh.... so how about... um..." she was silent for a second, finding it hard to get the words in the right order, with her face pressed against Brooke's (surprisingly velvety) cleavage. Wait, velvety? Was she actually thinking about Brooke's - oh, god. This was not a comforting feeling. Back to words. Words were straightforward. Or, at least, they would be, once she had them. "....We- should... get out of the car."

That was the plan. That was all she had at the moment. Taking it from 'me,' from 'I need to get out of the car,' to 'we.' There was probably some sort of negotiation tactic going on, but all Astley could think about was Brooke's boobs pressing against her face, Brooke's head resting on hers, Brooke's arms around her, and - most overwhelmingly - the awkward position she was put in that was making her back hurt, her knee hurt, and giving her the overwhelming desire to get the fuck out of this car. She was just too confused.

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"Dree~~am, Dream dream dre~am…"

Brooke sang the words outloud, not realizing that her power of internal monologuing/singing was absent in her drunken state. Brooke was rather content to have this dream-Astely stay in her bosom, cuddling her like the sweet baby she was.

Of course, Brooke was completely unaware how awkward she was making this for Astley.

She took Astley's moans as a sign of approval and held on tighter. "Yur so kewwwwt." But she was all for complying with Astley's suggestion to get out of the car. Yes, the car was too cramped for what Brooke had in store for Astley. "Kaaay."

Brooke loosened her grip around Astley's head and let her pull herself back out of the car, with Brooke following along very closely. So close, there wasn't much room for coordination(not that Brooke had much of that at the moment). A misstep hear, a flail there, and Brooke was tumbling forward out of the car only to land with her face on something adorably soft. She nuzzled and wrapped herself around the soft dream-Astely all over again, clinging to her like a koala. She giggled in pure bliss. "Hee….yur so cushy…"

[Astley Pyatt]

Astley had sighed in relief when her drunken friend had agreed to her not-very-formulated plan. She'd managed to calm herself enough, once Brooke had released her firm grip, to slip out of the passenger's side and into the open air - but Brooke hadn't been content alone in the car, apparently (or, really, had just followed Astley's words), and had done the exact same thing - only far less gracefully.

There was definitely some flailing involved - and a moment of panic for Astley as her eyes widened, worried that Brooke would fall back and hit her head on the car or something - but, no, Brooke managed a safe landing. Her flailing had brought the loose blanket (probably what had tripped her in the first place) up around her arms and Brooke had managed to fling it over Astley as she fell into the girl's chest, hugging her around the arms, preventing her from reaching up to pull the blanket from her head.

Sputtering a bit in surprise, Astley awkwardly tried to free her arms from Brooke's hold, but that didn't seem to be working. The best she could manage was to shake her head a bit until the blanket fell down to drape around her neck and the top of Brooke's head. This night just added awkward upon awkward. Especially as Brooke praised her new pillow - Astley's own blanket-covered breasts - as....'cushy.'

Astley's brain was fried. She could barely think at this point, though she was sure the synapses would probably be repairing themselves in a few minutes (hopefully). She was dumbstruck. What on earth was there to do at this point, anyway? She didn't exactly have a place to put the poor girl... her car was a bit of a mess, and there wasn't room for both of them - and Brooke certainly wasn't about to leave Astley's side (or front, as the case may be).

Right. Then they would have to stay out of the car.

She attempted to put back on her motherly voice, but it was strained and squeaky despite clearing her throat. "How about if you just- just let go for a minute so we can- can put down another blanket." She was nervous, unsure what she was supposed to do in this situation, but hoping that putting Brooke to sleep (under her supervision) was correct. Of course, that required actually making a place for Brooke to sleep. And getting Brooke to fall asleep. And watching her sleep. And making sure she didn't choke or get hypothermia. ....This was going to be awkward.