Room 125, Friday Night

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto sat by the foot of her bed flicking through her yearbook.

If she kept lingering over certain pages, well, it's not like there was anyone to see her doing it.

She wondered why those damn wet spots kept appearing on the pages.

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[mparkerceo]

*knock knock knock*

"Callisto? Open up. I have booze."

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto stood up and went to open the door. "Parker."

[mparkerceo]

Parker held up one bottle of Jack Daniels, and one bottle of Kahlua. "Courtesy of Logan Echolls. Drinker's choice. The sweet or the strong." She let her arms fall and studied Callisto. Tear-streaks, messy hair, devastated expression. "Ah, hell. I'm going to miss him too, you know."

[psycho_barbie]

"The strong," Callisto jerked towards the inside of the room her head in invitation. "Going to need someone else to boss around now?"

[auroryborealis]

Rory knocked on Callisto's new door, a couple pints of Ben and Jerry's in hand.

"Cal? It's Rory."

[psycho_barbie]

"It's unlocked," Callisto called out. "And Parker has generously provided drinks."

[auroryborealis]

"Well, I brought snacks," Rory said, coming in. "Ice cream sound okay? Hi Parker."

[mparkerceo]

"Hey, Rory. Ice-cream-- see, I was just saying that would be a good idea. Should've known you'd come through." She smiled warmly. "Want some Kahlua to go with it?"