The last week had been about getting the backlog of work out of the way after the fun that was Bridge and Xander's wedding and reception. Parker was packing for Black Rock, mostly consisting of: clothes that would not be ripped off on the playa (or that she wouldn't care if they were), boots, five thousand pairs of sunglasses and goggles, water ( Read more... )

The pool was lit up with green Japanese lanterns and green-and-red chili pepper lights. Chips and small hors' doevres were laid out at tables, with waiters and bartenders standing by. The sound system was blasting upbeat party music.

Small signs saying 'PRIVATE PARTY' were tacked up at the entrances.

( Neptune Grand )

Last night's nightmare, and the weirdness of today's encounter with merpeople have completely cancelled out the normality of Gun Club. So Parker's not sleeping. She's not meditating, either. She's not even playing with Esme, or the kitten she'll have to give back soon ( Read more... )