Of course, Peyton and Brooke are also rooming together. Peyton approaches with baby steps. She asks Brooke which bed she wants, but Brooke just gives her a cold stare and says, "Whatever." Peyton says, "Brooke, can we just make the best of this?" Brooke gives Peyton a look that's colder than poor Sir Robert Scott looked after he froze to death in Antarctica. "Fine," she says, "but I'm not doing it for you, I'm doing it for the squad." Way to take one for the team, missy. "Call it a cheer truce." Peyton snorts. Then she tosses her jacket and bags on the bed closest to the door. She walks over and opens the adjoining door, and lo and behold who does she find there but our beloved Jake! He looks at Peyton, then Brooke, then back at Peyton, and starts making porno soundtrack-esque beats. Peyton giggles. Jake! leans into the doorway, points his finger, and says, "So, ah, you ladies order room service?" Heh. Peyton laughs. He laughs, and then after seeing that Brooke's so not impressed, she pushes Jake back into his room while joking it's good to have an escape route, "In case she tries to smother me with a pillow."
Jake starts unpacking his bag as Peyton collapses on the opposite bed. How come he doesn't have a roommate? The way Whitey's been fixing people up, I was certain he would have ended up with Dim. Peyton asks him how it's going, and Jake says he's going through Jenny withdrawal. You know, Hilarie Burton is getting so much better; she's not even a quarter as annoying as she used to be, and she's wearing cute Converse running shoes -- and in my world, the shoes really make a character. Anyway. Peyton says that he needs a weekend away, you know, just to relax and have a good time. She continues, "It doesn't happen too often." Jake continues to unpack. How much stuff did he bring? It's just one night. Jake drops a shirt on the bed and says, "There's been some new developments." Peyton leans forward: "Oh really? What are they?" But before Jake! can tell her about the triumphant return of Slutty Nikki, Brooke pounds on the door screaming for Peyton. She slides off the bed, says, "Sorry, Cheer Nazi calls," slaps Jake's hand with a high five, and exits hotel door left. Jake! looks a bit disappointed; he's digging Peyton, even if the vibe between them has been of the friendship nature up until now. Oh, then he goes back to unpacking. Because you can never be too prepared when it comes to The Classic.