on around her was making her dizzy.
"Let's go home, Honey. I think you need a nap." Grant said in a controlled tone.
"Yes, I agree." Terry said tersely and tight lipped, as he helped Mary up. "Great game by the way, maybe next time you'll let me win?" he tried joking.
Grant gave him a long suffering look as he wrapped his arm around his teetering, giggling girlfriend.
"Brooke, dear, you have yourself a faaabulous nap." Mary said with an obvious wink.
Brooke blushed. "Oh I sure will, I sure will. To sleep perchance to dream." she slurred.
"Ah, yes. " Mary agreed wiggling her eyebrows. "You be sure to give them a little something for me, but stay away from the lasagna." The drunk woman almost cackled with laughter at her own joke.
"Okay ladies, time to go." Terry said, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist for support.
Grant forced a smile as he grasped Brooke tighter than he should have.
"OW! You're hurting me!" She whined trying to pull away.
"Don't want you falling down... dear." Grant said through his teeth.
Brooke narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, I may embarrass you." she sneered. "Hey Mary!" she shouted across the patio, "Tighty Whities!" she yelled while pointing to Grant's crotch.
Mary broke out into hysterical laughter nearly toppling both Terry and herself over.
"BROOKE!" Grant steamed, dragging her away from the people.
"You need color Grant. Blues, or reds.... your underwear is as boring as you are." she said a little loudly.
Grant took a deep breath and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. "Must we talk about this now?"
"Why the hell not?" Brooke threw her hands up in the air and nearly fell. "Whoa..." she complained.
Grant led her through the club and into the parking lot with no further incident, then loaded her into the car. "You're not gong to throw up or anything are you?"
"Nope!" Brooke answered happily. "I feel great! Perfect!" She shouted.
"Jesus, Brooke! Keep it down!" Grant slammed her door shut and ran around to the driver's side.
The blonde giggled and waited until he was inside the car. "You need to loosen up Grant ol' boy."
"I'm loose enough thank you." he said as he started the car. He had to remind himself that she was drunk and probably doesn't realize she's being rude.
"You're as loose as your tighty whities."
"Will you leave my underwear alone? They never bothered you before."
"Well, they do now." I wonder what kind of panties Cayden wears. NO! Stop that Brooke! Don't even THINK about her panties. LA LA LA LA LA ... oh yeah, whatever she wears I bet they're black... STOP! The sun will come out... tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar ... a thong. A black silky... sexy.... thong. "Mmmm...."
"What?"
Brooke turned her head to look at Grant. "What?"
"That's what I asked you. You hummed."
Brooke blushed and waved her hands in the air distractedly. "Well, I guess I thought of something yummy."
"Yeah? Like what?" Grant asked, happy to be talking about something other than his underwear.
Brooke shrugged her shoulders and looked guiltily out the window. Cayden's underwear stuffy old Grant. That's what's so yummy. Sexy Cayden's underwear... her black thong... oh god... she groaned.
"Brooke?"
"TOMORROW! TOMORROW! I LOVE YA TOMORROW.."
Grant was startled enough to pull the car over. "Brooke! What is wrong with you??! You scared me half to death!"
The blonde snickered. "You're only a day a... WAAAAAAY!"
"I will not drive all the way back to Manhattan with you screaming show tunes off key! Now close your eyes and sleep!"
Brooke pouted. "Ok, but I may just hum a lot more if you make me sleep."
"Humming I can handle, Annie I can't."
* * *
Cayden covered her face with her hands and groaned, she couldn't watch. "Oh my god! You are so stupid.. it's "c", Petunia!"
"Cayd, not everyone is as brilliant as you." Jodie laughed.
The contestant fidgeted, hemmed and hawed, and then chose to phone a friend, which sent Cayden into a tailspin.
"Oh, for chrissakes!" the
"Let's go home, Honey. I think you need a nap." Grant said in a controlled tone.
"Yes, I agree." Terry said tersely and tight lipped, as he helped Mary up. "Great game by the way, maybe next time you'll let me win?" he tried joking.
Grant gave him a long suffering look as he wrapped his arm around his teetering, giggling girlfriend.
"Brooke, dear, you have yourself a faaabulous nap." Mary said with an obvious wink.
Brooke blushed. "Oh I sure will, I sure will. To sleep perchance to dream." she slurred.
"Ah, yes. " Mary agreed wiggling her eyebrows. "You be sure to give them a little something for me, but stay away from the lasagna." The drunk woman almost cackled with laughter at her own joke.
"Okay ladies, time to go." Terry said, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist for support.
Grant forced a smile as he grasped Brooke tighter than he should have.
"OW! You're hurting me!" She whined trying to pull away.
"Don't want you falling down... dear." Grant said through his teeth.
Brooke narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, I may embarrass you." she sneered. "Hey Mary!" she shouted across the patio, "Tighty Whities!" she yelled while pointing to Grant's crotch.
Mary broke out into hysterical laughter nearly toppling both Terry and herself over.
"BROOKE!" Grant steamed, dragging her away from the people.
"You need color Grant. Blues, or reds.... your underwear is as boring as you are." she said a little loudly.
Grant took a deep breath and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. "Must we talk about this now?"
"Why the hell not?" Brooke threw her hands up in the air and nearly fell. "Whoa..." she complained.
Grant led her through the club and into the parking lot with no further incident, then loaded her into the car. "You're not gong to throw up or anything are you?"
"Nope!" Brooke answered happily. "I feel great! Perfect!" She shouted.
"Jesus, Brooke! Keep it down!" Grant slammed her door shut and ran around to the driver's side.
The blonde giggled and waited until he was inside the car. "You need to loosen up Grant ol' boy."
"I'm loose enough thank you." he said as he started the car. He had to remind himself that she was drunk and probably doesn't realize she's being rude.
"You're as loose as your tighty whities."
"Will you leave my underwear alone? They never bothered you before."
"Well, they do now." I wonder what kind of panties Cayden wears. NO! Stop that Brooke! Don't even THINK about her panties. LA LA LA LA LA ... oh yeah, whatever she wears I bet they're black... STOP! The sun will come out... tomorrow! Bet your bottom dollar ... a thong. A black silky... sexy.... thong. "Mmmm...."
"What?"
Brooke turned her head to look at Grant. "What?"
"That's what I asked you. You hummed."
Brooke blushed and waved her hands in the air distractedly. "Well, I guess I thought of something yummy."
"Yeah? Like what?" Grant asked, happy to be talking about something other than his underwear.
Brooke shrugged her shoulders and looked guiltily out the window. Cayden's underwear stuffy old Grant. That's what's so yummy. Sexy Cayden's underwear... her black thong... oh god... she groaned.
"Brooke?"
"TOMORROW! TOMORROW! I LOVE YA TOMORROW.."
Grant was startled enough to pull the car over. "Brooke! What is wrong with you??! You scared me half to death!"
The blonde snickered. "You're only a day a... WAAAAAAY!"
"I will not drive all the way back to Manhattan with you screaming show tunes off key! Now close your eyes and sleep!"
Brooke pouted. "Ok, but I may just hum a lot more if you make me sleep."
"Humming I can handle, Annie I can't."
* * *
Cayden covered her face with her hands and groaned, she couldn't watch. "Oh my god! You are so stupid.. it's "c", Petunia!"
"Cayd, not everyone is as brilliant as you." Jodie laughed.
The contestant fidgeted, hemmed and hawed, and then chose to phone a friend, which sent Cayden into a tailspin.
"Oh, for chrissakes!" the
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