The Roof (Again), Saturday Evening

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

He wasn't sure how many details of his adventure the previous night had already gotten around, and the power issues were probably helping that, but either way Anders had decided that laying low would be a good idea for a while. Especially since he figured Parker and Zero, if not the rest of the band, were going to kill him for his . . . unconventional way of getting bailed out, and leaving them there overnight.

Ergo, roof. It was dark and quiet, so far at least.

Buttoning his Caprica Buccaneers jacket up all the way, Anders leaned back against the balustrade and lit a cigarette.

It was possible he was coming up with plans to ensure his continued survival once Parker got back to campus.

[OOC: Open in that roof-y way, though Anders and Parker's thread is locked to them, please.]

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was not heading up to the roof to smoke. She didn't take her cigarettes. She was just trying to think, and an M-less room and a non-ringing phone insured that her own suite made that impossible.

Seeing Anders smoking didn't help her mood any.

"Youuuuu...." She stomped over to him, snarling the second she saw him.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

. . . well, of course, this just figured.

"I'm still in one piece?" Anders offered quickly, trying and failing to hide the cigarette behind his back.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Gimme those!" Parker took a breath, and stepped closer. "Yay. One piece. Bel didn't take you to Hell to be his love-slave. And now you're throwing it away with lung cancer. FRAKKING BRILLIANT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, hey, hey!" Anders protested, flinching back instinctively but not surrendering the cigarette. "I told you I'd quit, just not yet!"

It was not the best thing he could have said by any means, was it?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Too frakking bad, Anders!" Parker grabbed the cigarette and pitched it off the roof, then grabbed his jacket and shook him. "Give me the carton or die, Daisy. Do you want to push me? Do you? Or do you want me to tell you about my day?" She whispered menacingly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders gulped, bit his lip, and surrendered the rest of the pack without further protest. "The day you had after I abandoned you guys?" he asked, his voice suddenly much quieter and less argumentative.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Why yessssss," Parker hissed. "That was just fine. Documentation being what it wasn't. But you know what made the Radio, Anders? Your phone call to Bel. NICE." She grabbed the pack and pitched it after the single cigarette. "Just what I wanted on the air about the band! Perfect!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Like I could control what they were going to say!" Anders straightened up, glowering in the dark at her. "You think I wanted them to know that either? When -- lords, Bridge is going to kill me. I'm sorry, okay? I've never been arrested before, unlike some of you guys. I didn't know what else to do!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You think I have?" Parker screamed. Then she really screamed. "AAAaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" She spun away from Anders, kicking out at the balustrade, then spun back. "I had to call my godfather for bail! I had to have lunch with him and the band have him tell stories about me! I am not in the mood to put up with one more person doing stupid shit that can get him hurt! I'm not! THIS IS IT! IT! IT!"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel headed up to the roof for a cigarette of his own. He did this all the time, so it certainly wasn't out of any urge to possibly witness any particular conversation currently going on or the after effects there of. Really.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker turned around. And in her present state of mind, snarled.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel blinked. "What's your problem?" he said.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"MEN." Parker took a breath, paused, and then pointed at Anders. "Him! And you!" She pointed at him, then at the cigarettes. "Those! The universe!"

[demonbelthazor]

"What'd I do?" Bel said. "Pissy that I left you to spend the night in jail? Did the prison matron try to make you her bitch or something?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

snaarrlll

Parker actually stomped over, staring at the cigarettes, then Bel, then leaned forward to hiss, "Newsflash. I am already THE bitch. And no one makes me do anything."

Then she made a swipe at his cigarettes.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel jerked his pack out of her reach, holding them up over her head. "Nic fit, is that what this is?" he said. "Parker jonsing for a butt?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No! I quit! Oh, forget it! It's not like you can die." Parker folded her arms sullenly, and glared at him. "Go ahead. Suck it down. It's not like it's my job to save anyone. And you don't need it, right?" She spun on her heel and startd t stomp back to Anders.

[demonbelthazor]

"I can die!" Bel snapped. "Just not by these." He sucked down an angry lungful of smoke then blew it out. "You can't save me anyway. You want to save someone, try Anders. He's the one with the virgin lungs."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, dude," Anders said, raising a hand awkwardly in greeting. "Did I thank you enough for last night?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Not yet," Bel smirked.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders raised an eyebrow. "So then, what? I'm gonna be owing you for this for the rest of my life?"

[demonbelthazor]

"I'll think of some way to pay me back," Bel said. "Don't worry. Much."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I heard that," Anders told him, jabbing a finger in Bel's general direction. "Great, so now I'm gonna have to watch my ass really carefully . . ."

[demonbelthazor]

"Like those bikers were watching it?" Bel said.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders rolled his eyes. "Not my fault people like to look at it, okay?"