Zero and Peter's Apartment, LA, Monday Evening

[swerval_zero]

So there was a show about models. Normally Zero ignored those, because the stupid hurt her brain and she'd gotten enough of it that one time she'd volunteered to help out at Claude's show, anyway, but this show about models was different. This show about models had someone she knew in it. A former bandmate, even. So Zero was camped out on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and Fish perched on one shoulder, cheering Chad on.

She just hoped being around other models didn't somehow leach his brains.

((Open for phone, e-mail, or either person named Parker who is not a blonde))

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I need a job," Parker said, coming into the apartment from the mailbox, sorting through flyers and advertisements, then looking up. "What the hell are you watching?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

After work, patrol, and a swing session back to the roof of their building, Peter made his way down the stairs to the apartment. "Hello, dear. You too, Zero."

Ah, humor.