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[misterparker]

Parker is bleeding through a bandage on his arm, drinking good tequila out of a shot glass.

He hasn't noticed the blood yet - just the smell of the bar and the flow of strangers.

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[bothan_rebel]

Another injured person.

They seem to appear here with some frequency.

"Are you all right?"

[misterparker]

Parker looks over, frowning slightly.

"I'm fine."

[bothan_rebel]

She just gives him a look, then nods toward his wounded arm.

"Your bandage is leaking."

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne drops onto a seat beside him.

"You need stitches, hot stuff?"

[misterparker]

Parker looks down, "Fuck. Didn't notice."

He frowns, and begins peeling away the tape.

[song_tra_bong]

She pats Bar for her own order of tequila.

"I take it it was a busy day."

[misterparker]

"Bar fight. Didn't want to worry Jack, so came here first."

He gets off the bandage, revealing sharp scrapes, leaking slowly. No quite infected yet.

"Bandages, babe?" He pats the surface of the bar.

[blueeyedjohnny]

"Someone finally get you?" comes a sneer from nearby.

Johnny is nearby, a small black-haired baby on his knee.

[misterparker]

"Shut the fuck up, you asshole."

Parker finishes off the shot he was nursing.

[blueeyedjohnny]

"Oi! Don't swear in front of the baby." Johnny says, with an expression of mock horror.

"Need any help with the bleeding?" he adds in a perfectly civil tone. "Promise not to poke it."

[misterparker]

Parker looks down and sighs, then asks for bandages from bar.

When they appear, he starts rewrapping the wound himself.

"I'm fine. Thanks." Bitten off words.