Rooftop, about midnight

[mparkerceo]

Parker was smoking on the roof again, well past the time anyone would catch her. She watched the smoke rise into the sky, and thought about what a very long, dreary day it had been, and wearily wondered: if time was supposed to make being heartbroken better, why did it seem to get steadily worse?

She took another drag, and knocked the ashes on the edge of the roof, tap, tap, tap.

[ooc: locked to time_agent. Parker on the roof, smoking, talking to Jack? Okay to broadcast.]