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Room 234-- Home base.

The door is locked, but team members know the key is right above the door frame.

The window is open.

Parker's not here yet.

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Lee continues to look pale and in need of a stiff drink.

"Hey Rory!" Parker is hiding something under her bed, but now leans back on her hands, after whapping Lee on the shoulder again. "We're just talking. I didn't think you'd still be up."

Rory moved her hand, and gave a relieved smile. "Insomnia is fun, isn't it?" she asked, certainly not looking at Anakin. Or blushing.

"What are you all up to? I feel so left out," she pouted.

"Uhhh--- up to?" Parker said, quickly looking from the commando-clad Callisto, Kawalsky, and herself, to Anakin and Lee, being morose. "We're really not. At all. Really." She sighed. "Or at least, we shouldn't tell you if we were."

"Parker, I need a drink, tell me you have alcohol in this place," Lee half demands, half pleads.

Rolling her eyes, Parker crosses to the desk and pulls out a couple bottles of champagne, and one of Scotch. "They were going to be gifts, but here. You need this. And you guys," she said, pouring champagne into dixie cups, "deserve this. Rory, we did *not* pull off a heist. We did *not* elude Principal Bristow. And most of these people were *never* here. Got it?"

Lee, she just gave the bottle.

Rory grinned. "Gotcha. What did you not steal?"

"I love you, Parker," Lee says, taking the bottle and pulling the cork out and pouring a glass, tossing it back, and chasing it quickly with another.

"Yeah, I know, I know. We won't tell Thrace." Turning to Rory, Parker pointed to the TV, where the xBox was set up. "Ooo, look at my new xBox!"

"I wonder where that might have come from!" Rory said incredulously. "It's shiny."

"Isn't it?" Parker nudged Lee. "Look at my shiny xBox. Don't you want to play?" Then she grinned at Rory. "And there was no distracting of Biff by certain Jedi. No, no."

"Okay," he says, "might as well get some fun out of what might be my last night here. Woe."

"Lee, cheer up," Rory said consolingly. "I'm sure whatever you didn't do was awesome."

Lee smiles at this. "That's a nice thing to say," he replies. "Drink?" and he hands her one.

"I'll pass," Rory said with a smile. "But thanks anyway. So, what did you not do?"

"Jazz hands for Bristow," Lee says quietly into his glass.

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Parker handed him one controller, and put in Need for Speed, taking the other. "Zooooooom."

"Zoooooooooom!" Lee kinda drunkenly replies and takes the controller. "I'm gonna kick your ass, Parker."

Parker smirks. "Bring it, Apollo. I dare you."

"Oh, it's been brought, Parker," Lee smirks back and commences playing with great eye/hand dexterity despite his drunken state.

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Rory looked very sad.

"Fine, I'll just go back to my room and let you guys do whatever fun thing it is you're doing," she said poutily.

"Night, Rory," Callisto waved.

"Rory! My friend. I have Christmas presents for you, but they're back in my room. For now.. have a drink."

"No drinking for me," Rory demurred. "And I have prezzies for you, too, which are right next door. Should I get 'em now, or wait until you give me mine?"

"I'll come see you tomorrow. We can switch then. That okay?"

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