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[_to_the_bone]

Frost, looking mildly disturbed, is lounging in a chair in the middle of the bar.

He's also drinking a glass of something strange looking, and definitely alcoholic.

He needs it right now.

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[misterparker]

Parker comes downstairs, hair damp from a shower. He's looking lazy and keeps glancing at the door - wants to leave.

[_to_the_bone]

"You needed to talk?"

No polite greetings. Parker had sex with Jack in Frost's bed.

[misterparker]

Parker looks over and grins, "Hey Frost."

He takes a seat at the table.

[_to_the_bone]

Frost arches an eyebrow and waits, because his mood is a great deal less than charitable right now, for any number of reasons.

[stygian_promise]

A press of lips to the back of his neck and arms slide (easy, familiar) over his shoulders.

"This is a mood I'm finding you in far too often, love."

[_to_the_bone]

"Parker had sex with Jack in our bed."

Yeah, this is a new kind of mood.

[stygian_promise]

Ah, well then - perhaps it's a rather startling variation of an old, displeased mood. She's not precisely certain whether to be irritated or to laugh.

Settles for another kiss to his neck and a noncommittal, "Oh."

[_to_the_bone]

"Oh."

A slight pause.

"We may need new sheets."