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happy birthday to the_prettygirl 's mun! enjoy ^_^ only canon if she wants it to be!
It was meant as a joke.
Sort of.
But like all things Will did, it was go big or go home.
It was hard not to notice how tired Dab was, how she pretended to be happy but with all the crap going on lately (and yes, he read fashion news thank you very much, he was well versed in that kind of information) he knew he had to do something.
Never let it be said that his mistress ever was unhappy.
Of course, it was hard when he was in Gotham and she was in New York and he had this case that was just growing exponentially. He’d compared it to a pregnant woman with octopulets to Rachel the other day: just when you think you’ve got a handle on it, BAM! Another kid is found snuggling under the others. So annoying. Rachel hadn’t appreciated the metaphor. She never did.
It took him a few days before he finally figured out what to do.
And as he made those final payments on his credit card, he couldn’t help but snicker to himself.
"What are you laughing at," Rachel asked over the phone. They’d been in the process of debriefing - well, she was talking, he was pretending to listen.
"Nothing..but I think you should call Brooke later," was all he would say.
The store was empty and quiet. The only sound was the occasional conversation between Brooke and Millicent, and the noises from the brooms sweeping across the floor.
The silence was comfortable though, so Brooke felt no urge to break it. Besides, her mind was busy with other things. She was working at the desk, when she heard the door chime as someone opened it.
"I’m sorry, but we’re closed," she said, turning around. She had more to say but she froze at the sight of the people who’d entered the shop.
Four men dressed in barbershop uniforms were in her store, with one holding a helium balloon that said "Smile" and another holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Are you Brooke Davis?," asked one smiling man.
Numbly, she nodded, confusion clearly etched across her face. She turned to look at Millicent and all the other girl could do was shrug. It was clear it didn’t come from her.
The four men stood together and opened their mouths. Out came a beautiful rendition of "Hello my baby, hello my darling." And when it ended, one winked at her."Yes, that is the dancing frog’s song."
"Of course it is…..now, not that I didn’t appreciate this, but..why are you singing to me?"
The tallest of the quartet winced. "You know, normally we do that first, but I don’t know where our head is." Reaching for the balloon, he pulled the card and handed it to her with a smirk.
Opening it, Brooke couldn’t help but laugh.
Dab -
Here’s to the best damn fake mistress a man can have.
Now would it kill you sleep with me already? Or do I have to send you diamonds?
Much affection,
Prince Charming
Aka
The man of your dreams
Aka
Will "let’s pretend I’m not married" Beachum
Shaking her head, she reached into her purse and handed the men a tip, who in turn handed her gifts.
"Happy early Valentine’s Day, Ms. Davis," they called out, leaving the store.
Sighing, she smiled at Millicent. It was obvious the other girl wanted to know more and was just dying of curiousity. "What can I say," she stated, giving a coy smile. "I’m fantastic."
"Clearly."
It was meant as a joke.
Sort of.
But like all things Will did, it was go big or go home.
It was hard not to notice how tired Dab was, how she pretended to be happy but with all the crap going on lately (and yes, he read fashion news thank you very much, he was well versed in that kind of information) he knew he had to do something.
Never let it be said that his mistress ever was unhappy.
Of course, it was hard when he was in Gotham and she was in New York and he had this case that was just growing exponentially. He’d compared it to a pregnant woman with octopulets to Rachel the other day: just when you think you’ve got a handle on it, BAM! Another kid is found snuggling under the others. So annoying. Rachel hadn’t appreciated the metaphor. She never did.
It took him a few days before he finally figured out what to do.
And as he made those final payments on his credit card, he couldn’t help but snicker to himself.
"What are you laughing at," Rachel asked over the phone. They’d been in the process of debriefing - well, she was talking, he was pretending to listen.
"Nothing..but I think you should call Brooke later," was all he would say.
The store was empty and quiet. The only sound was the occasional conversation between Brooke and Millicent, and the noises from the brooms sweeping across the floor.
The silence was comfortable though, so Brooke felt no urge to break it. Besides, her mind was busy with other things. She was working at the desk, when she heard the door chime as someone opened it.
"I’m sorry, but we’re closed," she said, turning around. She had more to say but she froze at the sight of the people who’d entered the shop.
Four men dressed in barbershop uniforms were in her store, with one holding a helium balloon that said "Smile" and another holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Are you Brooke Davis?," asked one smiling man.
Numbly, she nodded, confusion clearly etched across her face. She turned to look at Millicent and all the other girl could do was shrug. It was clear it didn’t come from her.
The four men stood together and opened their mouths. Out came a beautiful rendition of "Hello my baby, hello my darling." And when it ended, one winked at her."Yes, that is the dancing frog’s song."
"Of course it is…..now, not that I didn’t appreciate this, but..why are you singing to me?"
The tallest of the quartet winced. "You know, normally we do that first, but I don’t know where our head is." Reaching for the balloon, he pulled the card and handed it to her with a smirk.
Opening it, Brooke couldn’t help but laugh.
Dab -
Here’s to the best damn fake mistress a man can have.
Now would it kill you sleep with me already? Or do I have to send you diamonds?
Much affection,
Prince Charming
Aka
The man of your dreams
Aka
Will "let’s pretend I’m not married" Beachum
Shaking her head, she reached into her purse and handed the men a tip, who in turn handed her gifts.
"Happy early Valentine’s Day, Ms. Davis," they called out, leaving the store.
Sighing, she smiled at Millicent. It was obvious the other girl wanted to know more and was just dying of curiousity. "What can I say," she stated, giving a coy smile. "I’m fantastic."
"Clearly."