Parker was wandering by the first floor on her way back to her room after the music festival, and on a whim, knocked on Call's door. "Call? Home, or out carousing?"
"I'll be calling him to keep him on the straight and narrow all week, then." She paused. "Mostly straight and narrow." Parker eyed Call's glass. "So, is this about him, or are you celebrating it being Friday, and not having killed any of us yesterday?"
"Ah." Parker took the bottle from Call after she'd finished pouring herself a glass, and took a swig. It seemed called for. "Go, Angel. Doing something right."
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