Parker had just finished wrapping Jack's present, and was now staring at the phone. After the weekend she'd had, then talking to Xander about the Centre, and Jack last night, and then dealing with a grieving Anders and unsettled Bridge, and depressed Chris and downcast Isabel today, about the only semi-cheerful conversation she'd had in days had ( Read more... )

Parker was staring at the phone, willing it to ring. If Jarod called her, she didn't have to call him. And that would make her less pissed off, and less the injured party.

Ring, damn you.

( What Parker's been up to for the last week and a half. Band, comfort of variously injured friends, torment of people, shopping. )