Hopeless-Savage-Parker Apartment, New York, Saturday

[swerval_zero]

It was a lazy day in New York, and Zero was debating what to do with herself now that she'd finished all of her summer classes. She kind of wanted ice cream, but that would require working up the energy to actually leave the apartment, and right now lazing on the couch and messing around with, variously, her cell phone and her guitar seemed to be about her speed for the day.

Her life was so fascinating, really.

((Open to phone calls, texts, e-mails, and that dude that lives in the apartment.))

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"More villainating, you said." Look, if Zero could make up words entirely, Parker could just mangle them a bit. "How are the plans for establishing yourself as a filmmaker there going now?"

[swerval_zero]

"...we're not talking about that right now," Zero decreed. "Things have been...slow."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker winced, and said, "Music? Or is it all hot New York and classes, all the time right now?"

[swerval_zero]

Zero had a sneaking suspicion it was the 'not already quasi-famous' factor, but she wasn't sharing that. "I dunno. I blame the heat."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Enh. Could happen," Parker said, philosophically. "You up for shopping and getting kicked out of somewhere in the next month?"

[swerval_zero]

"Yeah, sure," Zero agreed. "Where d'you wanna go?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm. Somewhere decadent. Ridiculous. I have a new gold card to break in... Not Las Vegas. Too much heat. Not the Bahamas." They never had the shoes she liked. "...Rodeo Drive? God knows they're picky enough to try to throw us out."

[swerval_zero]

"Certainly me, at least," Zero said, sounding proud of this fact. "Rodeo Drive it is!"