Room 220, Friday Evening

[swerval_zero]

Zero had chucked most of the mess into her closets and covered Fish's cage. On top of the dresser was an array of takeout containers from Ching Tai: rice, spring rolls, dumplings, Kung Pao shrimp and Sichuan chicken, along with other selections. Chopsticks and forks for the less brave were sitting nearby, and ginger beer was chilling in the fridge, which could also provide milkshakes if anyone wanted those instead.

Now all she needed was the rest of the band.

((Closed to the band people. Minimal OCD going up. All right, have at it. This was supposed to go up earlier, but Comcast thought it would be cute to shut off my cable for maintenance.))

Comments

Re: Eat and Mingle

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grinned up at the Laconic Guy, and nodded. "Well, if you need anything -- new bass strings, music, clothes for being on-stage-- let me know. That's part of my job."

Re: Eat and Mingle

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded. "Got it. Thanks."

Re: Eat and Mingle

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Oh," Parker said, as one last thing occurred to her, "Would you have a problem being on the Pirate's Radio Show? That's my next project for you guys, a week or so before your debut. You don't have to, but it would probably help if at least a couple of you showed up, if I can talk him into it."

Re: Eat and Mingle

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Huh? Oh, no, I'd be fine with that."

He paused. "Might not say much, though."

Re: Eat and Mingle

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Totally fine." Another smile, half amused, half satisfied. "Everyone else will fill in the gaps. I can tell."