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“What can I say, self-entitlement doesn’t sit right with me. Most normal people acknowledge someone shouting behind them, even if it’s not aimed at them.” he didn’t know why he was bothering to argue with the woman. His empathy was zero when it came to spoiled, bratty bitches. “And you don’t know me, yet you look at me like I’m going to mug you or I disgust you. But here-” and in an extremely petty move, dropped the purse he’d been holding out onto the floor between them and stepped back. 

“Pick it up yourself, if you think I’m being rude, I’ll be just that.” he muttered darkly, folding his arms as he sneered at the brunette. If she’d been nice, he might have cared about who the fuck Victoria was and why she seemed to be getting into shit with her. But it seemed old habits and grudges died hard with him. 

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After sliding her phone into her pocket, Brooke’s first move was to fold her arms across her chest. “Self-entitlement? By all means keep going. Why stop there?” The brunette scoffed loudly, shaking her head, but a moment later had freed an arm, and had a finger shaking in his general direction. “Normal people? Okay? Do not shout at strangers on the street. And in New York? Yeah ... we don’t acknowledge people shouting on the street, those people are usually crazy.” Maybe she wasn’t in New York anymore, sure, but some habits did die hard after all, didn’t they? “Again, New York. We are strangers, you are yelling at me on the street. What other reaction would you like from me?”

If it had been a cold day, you might have seen the steam coming off of Brooke, but as it was, she was still seething, and that was evident. Her eyes narrowed, her arms refolded themselves, and her weight shifted as she fell back onto her left side. “Charming.” She did stoop to pick up her back and tuck it under her arm – but her attitude didn’t change. “You must have a stellar reputation around here.”

“Brooke Davis comes back to town and I have to hear it from my son? My son of all people? Get your butt over here, missy!” when Haley had heard, nothing could stop the swell of excitement inside her and the need to go track her down instantly. She didn’t even care for anyone else around them, just overjoyed to see the other third of her heart and she practically ran into Brooke’s arms to hold her tightly. 

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Okay, yes, maybe Brooke had let herself be a little too busy, but, in her defense, her time back in Andromeda so far had been very hectic – even before she started the renovations. not that you’d have known she felt guilt at all by the squeal she let out – she would know that voice anywhere – and launched herself at Haley, arms open wide. “We tried to get you in a groupchat,” she teased, giggling in her friend’s ear. “Mmmmm, mm mm mm. I missed you Haley James. I was going to call you in like, an hour, i swear. I’m back for a while though, promise.”

Eyebrows rose at the prim and somewhat petulant tone of the woman and he instantly regretted being the good Samaritan. He was half tempted just to pocket the purse and be done with it. But he also couldn’t afford the eventual jail time, he had others to look out for now. Whoever she was on the phone with, seemed to be giving the woman an earful and for a split second, he sincerely hoped whoever she was talking to pissed her off further. “If ya weren’t so arrogant, you’d of realized you dropped this-” he said, holding out her purse. “Excuse me for doing the right thing. God, fucking women on this side of town.” he added, scowling. This is why he never ventured over the border. 

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it would have been one thing if the grungy ... whoever he was in front of her had tried a smile, or a nicer tone, or ... you know, literally anything that could have made his interruption and intrusion more appealing, but even as it was, purse or not, brooke was still inclined to give what she was getting – and he had no business giving her any attitude; she didn’t need that today. “i’ll call you back, victoria,” she said into her phone, interrupting whatever spiel she was on and ending the call. “arrogant? who’s arrogant? excuse me for not assuming you were speaking to me, considering i was minding my own business,” she retorted, though her eyes fell on her possession – and she had to wonder how she’d left it behind. “listen, pal, you don’t know me, so i don’t want to hear about women on this side of town. rude. i’d like to thank you, and get my purse back, because i didn’t realize i’d lost it, but, apparently, you’d rather just be ... rude.”  she stuck her hand out, expectantly, no longer caring that she was now playing the part he’d begun to belittle.  “i’ll take my purse back now, thank you.”

An off day, which in her eyes meant a trip to the Northside, ice cream, coffee, manicure and a mommy/daughter bonding day. She also had heard through the grapevine of the actual owner of C.O.B was in town and Hanna, ever a loyal customer and fellow business owner admired women owners. But upon her arrival, she didn’t even need Brooke’s words, it was pure chaos all over and she immediately moved to the side, tucking the buggy to the left of her to avoid the worker coming past with a large box. 

“No, I’m sorry, I have the worst timing- god, this seems manic. How are you even coping? I lose my shit over just a few cases of beer filling up the bar. But, you’re the Brooke Davis right?” of course she knew, she’d read the magazines, she still followed celebrities, a way of connecting to her old life without embracing the shit she hated. 

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brooke, bless her, could only smile in response, that breathy, laughing, relieved sigh of hers escaping. “please, no, the signs are still sitting here on the counter, how could you possibly have known?” quick to wave off the apologies, she shrugged, taking a look around at the sales floor and the hustle and bustle. “i don’t know, i kinda like the chaos today. keeps me on my toes.” 

her nose wrinkled as she laughed, and her eyes fell on the stroller for a moment before she nodded, and gave her attention back to the blonde. “yep, that’s me. god, i wish everyone greeted me like that.” the brooke davis – she’d missed that about home, there were many brookes in the world, but there was only one brooke davis, and here in andromeda, it felt that way again. “you’re – i’m sorry, it’s ... hanna, right? you used to come to the dinner parties didn’t you? with your parents? did i ..... used to use you as a personal barbie doll?” she paused for a moment, wondering if she had the right blonde in mind, but shook her head a beat later, moving on quickly. “and who’s this little one?”

“hey, excuse me- hello?!” the dropped purse was in his hands, the rich texture of it felt expensive in his hands and the woman who had misplaced it was up ahead unaware. His shouts seemed to be worthless as the woman stayed walking. Grumbling, he picked up his pace and when he was at her heels lightly tapped her shoulder. “Hey!” 

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she thought she’d been ignoring him pretty well, whoever the hell it was, hollering behind her, but the voice only grew closer, as brooke grew more frustrated with her own conversation. “i really don’t care how you feel about it, i – shit, hold on.” pulling her phone away from her ear, brooke whipped around at the touch to her shoulder. “excuse me? excuse you! hello, hands off, who do you think you are?” it wasn’t that she was suddenly too big for home, no, brooke had had no idea he’d been talking to her the entire time. “look, sorry, but i’m kind of already in the middle of one shitfest, buddy, so is there something i can help you with?

b. davis magazine - inside this issue: meet b. davis!

NAME: Brooke Penelope Davis AGE: 29 D.O.B: March 4 OCCUPATION: Queen of the B. Davis Empire (Fashion Mogul, if you want to be boring about it) NICKNAME: B. Davis, B Dazzle, Tigger, Hurricane Davis, Pretty Girl, Marguerite SIGN: Pisces HAIR: bouncy SMILE: brighter than the sun

Positive Traits: determined, hard working, bold, fierce, courageous

Negative Traits: sweet & sour attitude, snarky, defensive, judgmental

She spoke a mile a minute, it almost seemed without breath and he simply watched with a raised brow as she went into her tirade. It still amazed him how women were able to do that. At her knowing his name, or at least his ‘chosen’ name he grimaced a little. How she knew it, he didn’t know. It was rare for any of the serpents to cross the border, more so, because most of them had outstanding warrants on them and the cops were scared to approach the south. “Congrats to you. For your success.” not that he really cared. He had his own business also, it might not be as high end or profitable as clothing or whatever it was she dealt in, but it was his bar, his work, his haven. He matched her in folding his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly. Did it look like he needed or asked for advice? He was doing perfectly fine on his own. He was the one who’d raised his siblings, he knew what was best and who was best to have in their lives. “My hair has no complaints, from females or males- unless thats you dropping hints in which case, sorry, love but you aint anywhere near my type.” 

“Thanks, but no, on all counts. None of that was what I meant, but it was all unsolicited, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter anyways, does it?” She raised an eyebrow, head tilting to match as she scoffed. Pushing her purse back onto her shoulder, she let out another little huff. “I shouldn’t be ranting at strangers on the street, anyways, so, I’m sorry. You look like you’re doing alright, so, I hope I haven’t destroyed that thin veneer of ‘I’m okay’ you’ve got going on.” Waving her hand in front of her, she was gestured to the veneer about his person, but shook her head as she finished, back to oversharing and overcaring. “I’m definitely still right about the hair, though. It’s not a complaint, it’s a lack of volume, S Biker. Your hair is too trained, just flip it to the other side, and it will thank you. Now. I think I’ve derailed your day way more than was strictly necessary, so if you’ll very kindly do me one little teeny tiny favor, I will get out of your very sad hair, and be on my annoying little way.”

Dark eyes narrowed of sorts from astride his bike, having stopped to witness the argument on the phone with vague interest. This, this is why he hated coming over to the Northside, hearing the ‘issues’ the better half apparently went through, like their lives were so horrible. “I wouldn’t know.” he replied, with a snort as he grabbed his helmet. “If I had one though, I certainly wouldn’t let them run my life.” 

She wasn’t impressed, but she wasn’t bothered, either, by the attitude coming off the teenaged street “thug” on the motorbike. She was amused, maybe, or felt some sort of sick solidarity in it, but she shrugged at the testimony, tucking her phone into her pocket before she folded her arms over her chest. “Mm, okay. Well, mine works for me, so now she thinks if she can get me to let her be in charge of me she can be in charge of my company, too. The one I built. On my own. In high school, when she and my father weren’t around. Running your own life isn’t the worst thing you could do, so long as you’re circle’s got your back through anything. Sweetpea, right? Or, wait, no, Slash? No, Sweetpea, you’re one of the S’s, right? I’m still trying to keep you all straight. Anyways, S Biker, listen up, free advice here.” She unfolded her arms, flicking her hands out in Classic B Davis fashion, and gave the kid a soft grin. “People who only come back when you’re suddenly useful or valuable are people you don’t need. And if you part your hair on the other side ... the ladies will thank you. Or the guys, I don’t know, I don’t judge.”