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[gotgirlballs]

Who: Parker and Denise
When: Backdated to day 2 of the Kissing Town port (because I was sick and couldn't write this then :c )
Where: Whichever bar Parker planted her butt in upon arriving in Kissing Town.
What: Bitching and I have no idea what else.
Warnings: LANGUAGE.

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[you_run_i_chase]

Parker was getting decidedly hammered. She'd already gotten hammered, fucked McCoy and now she was getting more hammered and maybe gonna fuck McCoy again. Or Paddy maybe. Right now she didn't fucking know. All she knew was that this pink shit was decidedly less annoying the closer you got to the bottom of the glass with that fucking pink heart bendy straw. Christ, when they got back to the barge if anyone so much as mentioned a bendy straw in her presence, she would find one to shove up their ass.

And just when she had been to the point where she was nearly about to forget that she had a fucking warden, it was like she had been summoned from thin air. There was a loud groan when the woman stole her drink and finished it. "That was fucking mine." The bartender looked as if he was going to bring another before Parker slipped off the stool.

"Where the fuck are we going? What the fuck could you possibly want now?"

[gotgirlballs]

"I'll tell ya once we get outside," Denise said, nudging Parker like there was some big secret plan in the works before pulling her by the sleeve. However, once they were in front of the bar...

"I don't know what the hell we're doing or where we're gonna go--but you're not gonna get sloshed and start another bitchfit in some other world, gag-worthy as it is. All this shit's supposed to be a learning experience, right? Well, start learning something."

[you_run_i_chase]

When Denise said that she would tell her once they got outside, Parker groaned loudly. She really, really fucking hated surprises, especially ones like this. But she didn't fight the hand on her sleeve, instead she just dropped a coin on the counter and let herself be pulled outside.

Upon hearing the fucking not plan, Parker muttered. "Oh fucking god damn it." She looked around again, and made like she was going to head back inside to the bar. "Look, I didn't get into a fucking bitchfit last night did I? No, I fucking got drunk, fucked McCoy and your fucking item thing didn't go off once, did it? What the fuck can be learned in this place except that fucking hell isn't brown and fire and brimstone: it's a fucking Bavarian Barbie's dream nuthouse."

[gotgirlballs]

"I think I have a new idea for a game," she said, smirking. "I count how many times you can use the word 'fuck' and all its variants in a single sentence, keep a running tally, y'know? When your top score gets high enough I'll take bets on whether or not you can outdo yourself."

It was just as well that Parker had gotten with McCoy first, as Denise hadn't wanted to do him at all. Southerners just didn't do it for her.

She also intended to ignore every single one of Parker's steps towards logic. It wasn't her logic, and that was about all that mattered to her when she was in such a weird mood.

"No bullshit: what do you wanna do besides drink and screw here?"