The dorm hallways - Tuesday afternoon

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was rollerblading through the hallways of the dorm. She was in a pretty good mood and was just rolling along, singing to her ipod. Of course, her singing was kind of loud, and it could kind of make you cringe if you listened for more than a half-second. 

In her hands she carried a medium-sized basket full of yummy Valentine candies. She was handing them out to whomever passed. If you're lucky, you might get one. Except Parker. Parker might still want to do some sort of bodily damage to Annette. If Annette saw Parker, she just might have to offer her the whole damn basket.

So wheeeee! Yay for candy!

(ooc: open!)

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker, in fact, was out of sorts for all kinds of new reasons not having to do with Annette. Although that singing isn't helping.

Parker waited, slouched against the wall, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as Annette rolls down the hallway. Oh happy day.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was just rolling along, singing, maybe even swinging her basket when the slouched figure caught the corner of her eye.

She did a double take, quit singing, and sort of skidded to a stop.

The crossed arms didn't bode well. Neither did the narrowed eyes. Oh joy. Her little red, heart shaped balloon just deflated a bit.

"HI! PARKER!" Okay, Annette forgot about the ear plugs with her music blaring in her ears. That, or maybe she just wanted to make sure Parker could hear her.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker manged to reduce the flinch to a wince, and waved to Annette. Annette's skid to a stop at least meant she had her attention; she pointed to her ears, then Annette's, not about to try and shout over the music.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"OH!" She pulled the plugs from her ears and ventured closer to Parker. Crouching before her, being careful to not accidentally roll into her, Annette reached into her basket and drew out a chocolate rose, offering it to her.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Which *really* helped. Chocolate always did. "Well, that answers what I was about to ask you: what are you doing, Annette?" Parker grinned and took a small nibble on the rose. "Spreading candy goodness."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Okay, it might not be visible, but a wave of relief washed over Annette. She grinned back. "Yes, exactly. I had some free time."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm." Parker swallowed, and cocked her head at Annette. "Generous of you. And I believe I owe you an apology for the scare I must have given you next week."

It's easier to be gracious when you've just gotten a gift.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette waved that off and looked down into her candy basket, "Nahh, it's okay. You were having a bit of a hard time and I totally misunderstood." She handed three more chocolate roses to Parker. "Just thought I was better at charades. I mean, I know you weren't playing, but...well..." Er..

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"'Help, I've been rendered voiceless by the Source of All Evil' doesn't communicate well no matter what medium you're using," Parker said sardonically. "Of course, 'I'm a ho that wants a cigarette' is a bit of a stretch too."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She managed to look a bit sheepish, maybe a little contrite too. "It was the best I could come up with in the face of anger and a finger slicing across a throat."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm." Parker gently plucked another chocolate petal off her small bouquet and ate it, eyebrows raised. "Next time? Just remember that it's me. And homicide is always most likely the first answer." She smirked a little. "Have a good time as the Sugar Plum Fairy."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Got it." She gave her a quick nod. "And homicide. Right." Annette stood up straight and smiled down at her. "I will; enjoy your chocolate Parker." She put her earplugs back in and rolled off down the hallway, singing and swinging her basket full of goodies.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grinned, took another bite off one of the roses, and headed for class.