Fast Eddie's - Wednesday Night

[mparkerceo]

Parker had grabbed a pool table as soon as she arrived, in the hope of avoiding Booth's suggestion of bowling. Plus, she was wearing a really short skirt, which should have helped.

She practiced her pool breaks while she waited, and smirked at the memory of his last Radio broadcast.

[ooc: for socksofcool, but open for all your pool and bowling needs. Plus

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[socksofcool]

Seely showed up with flowers for Parker and his bowling shoes.

Yes, he was still wearing the leather pants.

[mparkerceo]

Parker smiled when she saw the flowers, and mis-cued when she saw the pants. "...the hell?"

[socksofcool]

"Parker!" Seely attempted a cute and charming grin. It might have made him come off as an overgrown puppy. "Like the pants?"

[mparkerceo]

Accepting the flowers, Parker tried to figure out a nice way to say it, then gave up. "I have serial killer associations with those pants. So, no."

[socksofcool]

Seely wasn't willing to lose the pants and the protection from potential mortal injury they afforded him. Besides, they made him feel pretty, oh so pretty. Back to Parker, he bent down and tugged off a shoe and tossed it to her.

[mparkerceo]

Parker admired the view 'cause hey, who wouldn't, almost missed the shoe, then grinned. "Right. Still my turn."

She hit another ball into a corner pocket, then did a little victory shimmy. "Other shoe. Or shirt?" She looked hopeful.

[socksofcool]

Seely grinned and pulled off his shirt. He might have flexed his biceps, just a little.

[mparkerceo]

Parker grinned and admired the view, letting her gaze track slooowly back to his face. "Your turn, Mr. Booth. I believe the saying is, 'take your best shot.'" She wandered over to the other side of the table, and wrapped the shirt around her waist, tying the sleeves together, then leaned her elbows on the edge of the table.

Yes, that is her cleavage.