Feb 06, 2012 20:18
Tonight, Parker marches into the bar wearing black pajamas printed with bright little neon voodoo dolls. They suit her mood oddly well.
She’s also carrying the pillow and comforter from her bed. And a large grey cat darts ahead of her, joining in the strategic retreat. As the door to her room back at ranch swings shut a faint bass beat can be heard.
Two o’clock. Two o’clock in the frickin’ morning. And after three requests to keep it down, if anything the music has gotten louder. It’s only mid-June, and Parker has had it up to her standing-on-end hair with this year’s batch of summer employees. Employee housing is starting to feel like a freshman dorm.
Milliways is nice and peaceful by comparison.
Parker doesn’t even bother to get a key and go upstairs. She makes for the nearest unoccupied sofa and flops down with her bedding. Hoss jumps up with her and begins to turn in circles, making a nest in the comforter.
scorpius malfoy,
parker lee