Room 220, Saturday Evening

[swerval_zero]

Yes, Zero got back to her room sometime last night. She then slept until about two, as was her usual mode of operation on Saturdays, before handwavily shopping for provisions for the charity brunch tomorrow.

Now she has the door propped open with her handy brick and is sprawled out on the bed she uses as a sofa, watching TV and drinking a chocolate milkshake provided by her minifridge. Fish is perched on the bedframe, a strawberry milkshake of his own (to match his feathers) on the dresser next to him.

Life is good.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Knockity, knock." Parker leaned in the doorway, dressed to kill, wearing that same blue Armani from Tuesday. "Hey. How's it going? Hey, Fish."

[swerval_zero]

"Millenium hand and shrimp," Fish greeted her.

Zero glowed at Parker. "Hey! You look sharp. I'm swerval! Cream. Did you see my flowers?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, and they're gorgeous." Parker's smile widened. "Are they from Date Boy? And you look pretty happy. I'm assuming there were no disasters this time?"

[swerval_zero]

"Yeah, no, Peter gave them to me right before he got carried off by the giant locusts," Zero said casually.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

And the thing was, Parker had to actually wonder for a second if that were true. "Did you kick their asses? Or just break their kneecaps to get him back?"

[swerval_zero]

"I left the mallet here because I was afraid it would give the wrong impression. So I just stood there like a helpless damsel as the locusts carried him off. His screams were terrible." All of this was delivered in a perfect monotone.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker started laughing. "Did they rip him limb from limb from limb from limb from--"

[swerval_zero]

That did it. Zero burst into giggles. "Do locusts even have kneecaps?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Giggling, Parker said, "I don't know! We could go ask Dr. Grissom?" Then she fell onto Zero's bed, snickering.

[swerval_zero]

Zero laughed until she fell over sideways, causing Fish to give an indignant squawk and flutter over to his perch. "No," she finally managed, "It was great. Even if the movie was Glitter. Peter's very hoosky."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Okay, a new woooord. He deserves a new word?" Parker grinned. "Awwwww."

Then she slapped a hand over her mouth. "I meant, yay!"

[swerval_zero]

It wasn't a new word. She'd used it for Ginger. But she wasn't telling Parker that. And she wasn't calling Peter her hooskmonkey. Hooskspider, maybe. "You people are so easily amused. So." She pitched a pillow at Parker. "What's got you all dressed up?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"We are easily amused. But in our defense, you and Peter are as entertaining as Saturday morning cartoons. Seriously. You should be on MTV Free Swim or something."

"And I'm going over to see Jarod." She grinned, and caught the pillow. "Maybe, if I can manage it, spending the night."

[swerval_zero]

"Ooooooh," Zero teased. "Sounds serious."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker laughed a little breathlessly, then tossed the pillow back at Zero. "I would hope so. Not that I'm telling him I'm spending the night, probably. I plan on 'falling asleep' there if I have to."

[swerval_zero]

"A cunning plan," Zero said approvingly before tossing the pillow back at Parker. "What are you doing here, then? Go, go! Be sneaky! Use your wiles! Although," she added after a moment's thought, "your wiles may be less effective considering where he lives."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker glared at Zero a moment. "Hey. My wiles are worth way more than Dallas and Wendy, damnit. Or Goldie and her damn mask." She started grinning. "Besides I have an advantage. He loves me." She threw the pillow back again. "But I am out of here to the record store for a prezzie, then I'll see you tomorrow at the Teal Deer Luncheon, I guess. Why are they endangered, anyway?"

[swerval_zero]

"Poachers hunt them for their teal fur. An' they're very shy, but the poachers will recite--usually from the Wan-kah dialogues--until they draw the little teal deer out of hiding, an' then they just shoot them, it's awful. They're drawn by long speeches. Scientists don't know why. And on that cheerful note, have fun at the brothel."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ack. And yes. Although, not in a dirty way."

Parker looked very thoughtful, then bounced up from the bed and headed for the door.

"Okay, going away before I overshare. Glad you had a good date and that Peter hasn't been eviscerated. Call if anything changes, bye!"