Room 234/236: Tuesday night
After wrestling with her Astronomy notes-- literally-- for half an hour, Parker finally tricked them into her closet, and shut the door. Great. Just great.
She scowled at the orchids, who were trying to sing That's Amore but kept getting confused, and decided to distract herself.
Smoking was out.
Drinking was a bad idea with a Final tomorrow.
Food held no appeal.
Yeah, it was a pretty obvious choice.
She checked the phone number in the Fandom High Directory, and called Harper-from-Shirtless-Caritas-Night.
*ring*
[for theharperisgood, although others welcome]
She scowled at the orchids, who were trying to sing That's Amore but kept getting confused, and decided to distract herself.
Smoking was out.
Drinking was a bad idea with a Final tomorrow.
Food held no appeal.
Yeah, it was a pretty obvious choice.
She checked the phone number in the Fandom High Directory, and called Harper-from-Shirtless-Caritas-Night.
*ring*
[for theharperisgood, although others welcome]