The front courtyard, outside the dorms-- Saturday afternoon

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker's ordered things in town, and checked on everyone; now she's rewarding herself.

Sunlight.

Yeah, that's the stuff.

Checking her phone messages, she tilts her head back and smiles as she starts to return them.

"Peter? It's Parker."



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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I offer no chocolate right now," Peter said. "And I have no alcohol. So the apology will have to do."

"I'm also not really big on team stuff anyway. My jokes only get worse when I'm trying not to die and that aggravates people. Even my teammates start trying to kill me," Peter said. "But if you ever need something done quietly by somebody with sneaky-and-avoidy-type powers, let me know. I could have fun with that."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker laughed. "I know a couple non-team-players who were there last night, but I see your point. It really was all impromptu, anyway. We should've practiced before we went in." She smirked. "And you know what? I'm going to hold you to that. I like people who enjoy their work."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Why do I suspect I may have just made a mistake?" Peter asked himself. Due to the fact that he was speaking on a phone, though, it was easy enough for Parker to hear.

"Seriously, I'm happy to do what I can. Just don't get me killed, or you have to tell my aunt, okay?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker chortled. "I don't know, Petey. Maybe because you know me?" She sobered. "Got it. And no, I don't want to be the one to make that phone call. All reasonable precautions, all reasonable measures. Seriously. And thanks for the offer, Parker."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter rolled his eyes. First John, now her. He liked his first name. "You're welcome."

"I have to get going. I'll see you around."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Later... Peter. And thanks."

Parker hung up, and smiled back into the sunlight again.