Annette:Actually, yes. I've never used it as more than a place to store boxes because I handled business stuff in my apartment.
Brooke:If you tell me that Jackson keeps you on your back too much to handle your paperwork, I'm going to die.
Brooke:Not on the spot, but soon.
Annette:Helpful clarification.
Brooke:I'll wander into the woods and wait for the elements to claim me. That would be better than hearing about the sex life you won't share with me.
Annette:Sometimes I have trouble determining whether you're being serious…
Brooke:You're doing fine.
Annette:You do realize you're hot as fuck, right?
Brooke:What does that have to do with anything?
Annette:You're going to argue with me on this, but you're a good person too. You're a little psycho, but you're kindhearted about it.
Brooke:Are you…are you hitting on me?
Brooke:Although I have yet to act on it, I've always considered myself a Kinsey 2 or 3 but I thought you were MUCH closer to a 0 than this conversation suggests.
Annette:What?
Brooke:I love you, I really, really do, but I don't think I want our relationship to change and there are times when I really need some dick in my life.
Brooke:And this is one of those times.
Annette:What are we talking about?
Brooke:You were putting the moves on me.
Annette:I was not.
Annette:I was gently reminding you that you can get a sex life of your own and stop trying to insert yourself into mine.
Brooke:I'm definitely looking for some insertion.
Annette:ANYWAY.
Annette:If I mentioned to a few people that you're looking, you'd have a line at your door in 10 minutes.
Brooke:omfg stop.
Brooke:Talk about ugly storage rooms. Please.
Annette:Let me forage for you.
Brooke:I love you but oh my god no.
Annette:You don't trust me to find someone you'd like?
Brooke:If I needed to cover up a crime, you'd be the first person I call.
Annette:My fiancé, the sheriff, would have some…concerns…about that.
Brooke:I'd want you to clear my browser history, reset my phone, and discreetly dispose of my vibrators if I died suddenly.
