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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening.

Slightly unnerved by the welcome party down on the first floor, Callisto retreated to the common room and started flicking through the tv channels. She finally found a rerun of Bitterwoman, and better still she hadn't seen this one yet.

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"Oh, there were no boarders, after I fired a few warning shots. Although we did have a contingent of cavalry come through just moments ago." Parker shook her head again, looking wide-eyed. "But there were thankfully no casualties. You were smart to avoid the fracas."

Archie's smile broadens over the course of Parker's speech, and he finally laughs delightedly. "I will never again count it a loss to be trapped in the hold when they sound beat to quarters, if that's the case," he says, winking again. "Especially when one emerges from belowdecks to a sight such as this."

"I'll take that as a compliment, if you're comparing me to an open horizon," Parker said, grinning. "Have a seat, Mr. Kennedy. And tell me how you plan to be 'nice' to an underclassman, if you avoid them all so assiduously."

"How can I refuse? It's really quite wicked of you to constantly tempt me so, Miss Parker." With yet another wink, Archie got to his feet and took a seat next to her.

"As for my being nice? With one glaring exception, I can be quite the gentleman, I'll have you know. I simply work better in a one-on-one situation. Large packs are too much of a melee for me."

Parker leaned back, stretching out her legs in the brand new black boots Lee got her, and shrugged innocently. "Who's more wicked, the tempter or the one who can't resist? I'm just being myself, Lieutenant."

"Dare I ask about the exception? I have reason to know how gentlemanly you are, one on one," she countered, crossing her ankles.

Archie smirked, conspicuously eyeing Parker's boots. "Oh, I think you have a fairly good idea. That overgrown lout Cally seems so attached to."

Leaning in, he added in a low voice, "Perhaps if tempting me is simply in your nature, I might do well to avoid temptation, hmm? Before it gets the better of me?"

"Ah. Anders. I happen to be rather grateful to him, still." She flashed him the dimples. "But if you find temptation gets the better of you," she said, lowering her voice, and trailing a finger down his arm, "doesn't that mean you should just graciously lose to it?" Her finger ended at his wrist, and started to circle it.

"Honorable defeat, is it?" laughed Archie, leaning in a little closer. "It isn't every day one finds an opponent so worthy that one is willing to simply surrender without even drawing a blade, and consider it a victory. Except, perhaps, here."

"God bless Fandom High," Parker purred, lowering her eyelashes, and leaning closer, well inside his personal space.

Jaye coughs. And glares.

Parker's lips hover a breath away from Archie's, then she cocks and eyebrow at Jaye, and smirks. "Hey, Tyler. How's it going?"

"Terrific," she says casually. "How 'bout you?"

"Better if you weren't here," Parker admitted. "Although, still not bad."

"Good to know," Jaye says. She could get upset. She could.

"Have fun," she says, and turns around and leaves.

"Jaye, wait!"

Archie jumps up off the couch with an apologetic look at Parker, and runs after her.

She gets just outside the doorway and asks, "What?"

"I am sorry. I don't mean for her to have said that to you," says Archie. "And I do apologize for getting carried away. I intended no slight to you, truly."

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