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[parkerlee]

Parker stalks into the bar, clearly coming in from a date.

A date that has ended two hours early, as it happens. As fix-ups go? That had been a disaster. Parker doesn’t know what the hell Lexie had been thinking. Unless “He’s a really nice guy—lots of fun,” now translates to “He likes to drink and try to get his hand up your skirt.”

Parker had told him where to stick it and called a cab to take her back to Hearst.

She drops her purse on a table, and says hello to and places an order with a passing waitrat. By the time she has unbuckled and kicked off her heels and propped her feet up comfortably in an empty chair with a long sigh, her strawberry-lemonade has arrived.

Civilization exists. Even if you have to go to the End of the Universe to find it sometimes.

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[noteful]

"How was your date?"

It's not a leap of logic. Parker's not exactly dressed for a quiet night at the library.

[parkerlee]

Parker rolls her eyes and groans.

"Going on a date with Vlad the Impaler would have been preferable. That's how my date was."

At least with Vlad, Parker could have just run him through and been done with him.

[noteful]

"So either the menu was really disturbing, or the date was boorish."

Meg pauses.

"Possibly both."

[parkerlee]

"Date was boorish. And handsy. A very handsy boor."

Parker takes a sip from her cup of lemonade.

"The menu was actually fine," she adds.

[noteful]

"Oooh, that's one of the worst kinds of boorish.

"Up there with 'drunken.'"

[parkerlee]

"Oh, there was drunkenness too. He was an all weather boor."

"I gave it an hour and then called a cab."

Life is too short.

[cutting_edgex23]

"You have been drinking."

X could smell Parker. And Meg.

And maybe alcohol, though probably she just heard them talking.

She worries.

"It is okay?"

[parkerlee]

"I...had not quite half of a screwdriver," Parker says.

Oddly, she hadn't been in much of a mood to drink in the company of her date.

"You can smell that?" she asks Laura.

[cutting_edgex23]

X tilts her head, studying Parker.

"Yes."

If she could, she'd add 'duh' to that. But she's X, so--

"Alcohol is very strong. The scent."

[squeakyhinges.livejournal.com]

"Pretty dress," observes the brunette over there.

[parkerlee]

"Thanks," Parker replies.

"Date night. Well, for a given definition of date," she adds wryly.

[squeakyhinges.livejournal.com]

Sympathetic wince.

"Bad?"

[parkerlee]

"Like being on a date with a very horny octopus."

Parker shakes her head.

"It was a friend fix-up. I really thought she had better taste."

[squeakyhinges.livejournal.com]

Sadly: "The Beatles didn't know what they were talking about."

[parkerlee]

Parker's forehead wrinkles.

"The Beatles?" she asks.

She knows about the Beatles, of course. But she can't recall any octopi in their songs.

[squeakyhinges.livejournal.com]

"I'd like to be under the sea in an Octopus's garden, in the shade?"

[parkerlee]

That jogs a memory. Parker laughs.

"Well, trust me. This is one Octopus's garden I will never be venturing into. I have standards."

Parker grins.

"I'm Parker," she adds.

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

He looks over and sips his coke.

"Long day?"

[parkerlee]

Parker glances over, using her straw to stir the ice in her lemonade.

"Actually? Kind of short."

She'd scaled back on a couple of things for the sake of the date.

Which had wound up being pretty short, all things considered.

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

"Bummer all dressed up and no where to go?"

[parkerlee]

"More like all dressed up and already went."

Parker smiles wryly.

"My date got called early on account of 'he couldn't keep his hands to himself.'"

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

"Does he still have his hands?"

He's disgusted by men like that but he's not gonna get on his soap box.

[parkerlee]

Parker would probably give him a hand up onto that soapbox.

"He'll never play the piano again," she says complacently, taking a sip of her lemonade.

She's probably kidding.

Or is she?

[mr-ryan-wolfe.livejournal.com]

"Break them or just remove them? I'm going to guess Break? Not enough blood for removal."

He would help her hide the evidence and set the scene. He could too

[parkerlee]

"Fed them into the bartender's blender. Phenomenal splash guard on that thing."

Deadpan.

Except for the mischieveous eyes. Parker can never keep emotion out of her eyes, it seems.