[Brooke is drinking alone. A guy sits next to her. She gives him a fake smile then looks away]
Guy:
Buy you a drink?
Brooke:
Okay, guy in need of a clue. Here's one. Women send signals. That was a brush off. Before you dip into your shallow pool of wit let me paint us a picture and save us both the trouble. Here's your evening. You are going to slink back off to your buddies, laugh this off, get wasted, go home, and make nice with yourself. But don't be thinking of me, because even your fantasy of me, isn't interested in you.
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