They have a nice little front yard date.
After a woohoo (which I forgot to take pictures of- whoops!), Sandy heads home and Brandon finally gets a good night’s sleep.
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“Hey, babe wanna come over?”
But when the carpool shows up, Brandon just can bring himself to go to work. Instead, he makes an important phone call.
“Hey, Boss, I wanna tell you something: ***********!”
He may not sell masterpieces, but he is certain that he can live from his paintings.
To make it short: Brandon painted. A lot. He is desperate to finally paint his masterpiece that lets him quit his hated job. After two days of constantly painting, a maxed out creativity bar and three sold paintings, he still has to wait for someone to pay him “masterpiece” prices.
Downtown, Brandon has a hard time getting out of bed. I don’t blame him, his work hours are aweful.
Sandy and Brandon sneak downstairs…
“What the- I thought we were cool, Andrea!!!”
“I CHANGED MY MIND!”
The party was a roaring success, by the way.
…she throws a little party.
Back at home…
Brandon can’t decide if he wants to stay or to leave. (He eventually left. Thank god. He was starting to creep me out)
They have a blast.
Brandon visits. They decide to head over to the Old Scotman’s Pub for some fun.
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