Room 417, Friday morning

[fates_jaye]

Jaye has no classes today, and she's actually in a good mood. No reason.

At the moment she's hanging out and waiting for the Spooky Things torrent to finish downloading and looking over at the still-silent lion. "I like you better this way," she tells him.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Okay, ow. It doesn't hurt as much as it would have a month ago. Or two. But it's still a sore point. Parker gets up to pace around the room, fingers tapping again.

"Really like him, hunh?" She fiddles with the computer screen, then snatches her fingers away. "Does he really like you?"

She so doesn't want to know. Why the hell did she ask?

[fates_jaye]

"Well, we talked about hitting up a chapel in Vegas this weekend and getting hitched by Elvis," she says, frowning. "I haven't had him fill out like a customer comment card or anything, but it was a good date."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Good." Parker reminded herself of this. Happy was-- "Good." She let out a breath, and then smiled a little, remembering Weiss, and her own upcoming plans that she was pretty damn sure would work out. "If you do that and I'm not invited, you'll come back to a room full of Cheez Whiz."

[fates_jaye]

"Which flavor?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm, pepperjack?" Parker grinned a little, picked up the monkey, made a face at it, feeling vaguely ridiculous but relieved, then put the figure back down. "Or possibly the nasty Lite stuff." She headed for the door. "I'll tell Weiss you said hi." Just not right away, or anything.

[fates_jaye]

"Cool," she says. "See you later Parker."