2nd Floor Common Room

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker is wearing her new "Tough Cookie" pajamas, her cat slippers, and a smile. She has popcorn, Diet Coke, pretzels, and episodes of "America's Next Top Model: the Reunion."

She is snarking for all she is worth.

"Call yourself a model? Dear God, did you put the makeup on with a spatula?"

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack wandered in. The only way he was going to get to know people was to get to know people, right? So he grinned at the gorgeous brunette in the common room. "Hi. I have amnesia. If I know you, don't kill me. Tell me who you are?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

It was really a good thing CJ had warned her. Grimacing, Parker offered him some popcorn.

Might as well get it out of the way.

"I'm Parker, I'm in 234, we're friends, I know you've forgotten the last three months, and we had sex last week. Want some popcorn?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Creeping up, Faithful eyed the cat's on Miss Parker's feet. Eyeing them carefully, he jumped up and landed on the left slipper with a ferocious mrowl.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Ack!" Parker flinched, then glared at Faithful when she realized which demonic pet had just pounced on her footwear.

"Aren't you a little evolved to be hunting slippers?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Jack said, and dropped down next to her. "So what are we watching?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"'America's Next Top Model: the Reunion.' Although I may flip the channel to something else if Nicole keeps irritating me. Dear god, woman, eat a hamburger!" she told the TV screen. Then Parker made room on the couch for him and said, "And I'm sorry you lost your memory. Any way you can get it back?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Dunno. Professor Cregg -- who is apparently my mom, now -- says that someone named Ten -- who is apparently my dad -- is working on it." He took a handful of popcorn and munched. "That girl is never going to make it. She's beautiful, but she looks like she'd cry if you said boo to her."

[sooo_cute]

Quinn's model sense is going off. Which means she has to wander through the common room. "Ooh! I forgot this was tonight!" She plops herself down on a sofa.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Wimps," Parker said scathingly. "If they can't take being yelled at by photographers and set designers, they can't be in couture. Do they think it's easy being beautiful and showing off clothes?" She shook her head, and then lifted her feet off the floor so Faithful couldn't get to them again, and rested them in Jack's lap.

"I have to say, your home life? Very confusing."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Hey. Have some popcorn." Parker shakes her head in disbelief at Lisa on-screen. "You drunken idiot. No one hires a model who's hungover every morning! Are you trying to never work in this industry?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"You're telling me. I don't think I've even met my putative father. Oh, please. That color's awful on her. Why not cover her in mustard and be done with it?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"It certainly goes with the sausage-casing theme," Parker said with distaste, throwing some popcorn at the screen. "Professor Ten? He's fairly cool. A little weird. Teaches Quantum Physics. British, or something. Hard to tell around here." She tilts her head to the side. "Where are you bunking down now, if you're not in the park?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Vala's old room. Apparently her old room. 215, with Kara, the lithe blonde. She's so... athletic." Jack grinned in memory. "Okay. That's a really nice... pose. Rrrrowr."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker cocked an eyebrow at him, then looked at the screen. "Yeah, you're still Harkness. I don't know, that looks painful if you had to hold it for more than five minutes. Although, yeah. Definitely gives her-- exposure," she said dryly.

[sooo_cute]

Quinn looks at the popcorn, wondering if it's fat-free. "And really, isn't developing a substance abuse problem before you make it big kinda... jumping the gun?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Exactly. Wait until you have an army of syncophants to pick up after you before you begin to make demands, that's all I'm saying," Parker took another handful of popcorn, then noticed Quinn looking at the snacks. "You can have some, if you like. The pretzels are good."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I don't expect her to hold it. I just like that it exists. So... I take it from how you phrased it that our sex was a happy fluffy thing and not a committed thing. Because I've been hitting on Angel any chance I can get, and I hate cheating on anyone."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker choked on her Diet Coke, coughed, then blinked at him. "Hitting on Wings? Ack? Bad idea! So bad! Very, terrible, bad! And not because we're committed, no. One-time fun thing. Unlikely to be repeated."

Nope, not gonna be repeated. Even if it irked her that he didn't remember great sex, damnit.

[sooo_cute]

Quinn picks up the bag, checking out the nutritional value on the back. "Or at least you need a good publicist to work on the spin control. I mean, what else is an entourage for, anyway?" She considers this. "I mean, besides making you look good."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Okay... so it was a one-time deal -- which, by the way, means that I have to die of unrequited passion, because damn, girl, you're hot -- but I can't sleep with Angel... because?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"And the joys of power-tripping." Parker rolled her eyes at the show again. "Bre, you bitch. Stop stealing other people's energy drinks! That is just low."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Grinning at him, Parker said, "Trust me, you were thoroughly requited. And... never say never."

She took another sip of her drink. "Angel's a bad idea because he's cursed and the loophole on the curse is 'perfect happiness.' As I know from experience, you actually get close to giving someone that." She smirked, then sobered. "And if he gets that happy, it's hello, Jeffrey Dahmer time. Without the refridgerator."

[sooo_cute]

"She has no real drama," Quinn says disdainfully. "She has to create her own. Lamely."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I live in hope. And impatience." He munched popcorn and listened to her explanation. "So... he gets to happy and turns into a psycho killer? Am I following? And thanks for the compliment."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"THANK you. This is what I've been saying for weeks. She could just get the production assistants to get her more, but no. She has to create conflict and accusation so she can sit there and smirk." Parker threw more popcorn at the screen. "None of them are as cool as Naima was."