Aquatics Centre, Olympic Park, Stratford, London, Tuesday

[mparkerceo]

Parker had (of course) gotten tickets to the Olympics. A chance to see men tumbling and swimming and running in small outfits? Sign her up.

She sent a text to her friends - I got third row tickets and you don't, NEENER - And settled in to wait for the beginning of Men's Water Polo.

GO USA!

[open for calls, texts, teleports, portals.]

Comments

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel was working. At the job she was lucky to still have. Disappearing without notice for a week does not exactly endear you to your boss.

I'm jealous. We're dealing with the damned taped delay. Think you can get the brain trust to take over NBC?

[mparkerceo]

"That's what you have a Maid of Honor for. To kill them for you," Parker pointed out. Possibly gleefully.

[izzyalienqueen]

"No killing. But thwapping soundly about the head and shoulders is absolutely allowed." Isabel grinned, getting a sudden mental image of Parker with a newspaper, swatting the guys on the nose.

[mparkerceo]

"I am so holding you to that." Parker crossed her legs, thinking. "You guys have been through enough of these that you know Wyatt will be okay about it in a week or two. Hell, isn't this how you guys hooked up?" Or maybe that might be more of a problem?

[izzyalienqueen]

"He'll deal. I mean hell," she pointed out. "Remember what happened the wild weekend you were a Voodoo priestess and I was Mrs. Chris Halliwell? We survived that. This is totally survivable as long as Bel doesn't poke at things too badly."

"How hard do you think it would be to corner the market on bacon?"

[mparkerceo]

"Good. Otherwise, I'd be kicking both their asses. Stupid alternate universes." Parker smirked. "I could always put Jarod on it. Oh! Candied bacon. It's his new thing this week. Along with orange juice."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Candied bacon, that's good. I can work with that." Isabel wasn't above bribery if it kept the peace.

"But orange juice? Why?"

[mparkerceo]

"I don't even know. Something about nutrition and honey-bees and the environment and the benefits of genetically engineered food on athletes, he lost me after a certain point. You know him." Parker snickered. "I think I'm just lucky he didn't think of wanting to enter the games until it was too late for tryouts."

[izzyalienqueen]

"He's got two years till the next Winter Olympics," she teased.

[mparkerceo]

"Do not remind me," Parker said threateningly. "So when am I gonna see you? And when do you want your bachelorette party?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"I'm stuck working many, many hours for the next two weeks at least. My boss was NOT happy with me for disappearing for a week. I'm lucky I still have a job." Next trip to Fandom, she was so setting up a phone check with people off island to cover her if things got weird.

[mparkerceo]

"Aaagh. Am I going to have to kidnap you for your own party?" Parker asked, disgruntled. "Fiiine. Do you want it in Vegas, or elsewhere?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Possibly?" Because Isabel doubted she was going to get all that much time off between now and the wedding. "No preference. Other then not so much with the drunken debauchery. One, I don't drink and two, lap dances are tacky."

[mparkerceo]

"You don't have to give anyone one," Parker sulked. "Okay, okay..."

You may regret that Isabel. Just wait.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel has been in Vegas too long. Strippers are sweaty and oily and kind of gross when you get to up close and personal.

"Oh I might have already given one or two to someone. I took a pole dancing class at my gym. I had to see if it worked."

For the record, it had.

[mparkerceo]

Parker cracked up, highly amused. "Good to know! Or I'd be wondering if Light Bulb Boy's bulb had burned out." She snickered.