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[misterparker]

Parker shrugs out of his coat on his way to the bar, grinning insouciantly at the rest of the place.

"Home sweet kidnapper," he mutters. Settling down at a table, he flags down a waitrat and asks for a beer.

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[song_tra_bong]

"Do my eyes deceive me?"

Mary Anne squints from her seat at the bar, one hand held over her eyes like she's staring into the sun.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that was Parker."

[misterparker]

"And you'd be right," Parker says, grinning.

"Hey there, beautiful."

He gestures to a chair across from him.

[song_tra_bong]

She heads over and claims said empty chair.

"Hey there, your handsome self. How've you been?"

[misterparker]

"Can't complain," he says, easily. "Been doing some gun running. Thought of you."

His smile is toothy and amused.

"How're you doing?"