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60. Ask me no questions and I'll tell ya no lies.

You know, I really don't feel affected this time. Thank god for that, I'm sick of the Admiral's bad driving skills.

[Parker is affected as hell. By the way, if your characters ask her her first name (which they will) her response will always get staticed or somehow drowned out. Otherwise, have at.]

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[Judas furrowed his eyebrows at Parker before he followed her gaze over to to the stained glass. Well. That was interesting. He reached over for the bottle.]

I don't have any need for material possessions. I don't need them.

[She handed him the bottle when he reached for it.]

Hair isn't material possessions, Jude.

[Judas knew that was a good point but didn't acknowledge it as he took a long drink from the vodka bottle, trying not to wince but failing.]

[Parker watched him as he winced.]

Practice. You need to fucking practice. Don't drink so much so fast; I don't want you fucking throwing up on me. I don't do the mommy thing.

[Judas coughed as he brought the bottle away from his lips. He'd taken far too long a drink and the burn was still unexpected to him.]

I won't be ill on you, I know where the bathroom is.

Sometimes when you're drunk it doesn't matter if you know where it is when you're god damn sober.

[Parker got up and headed to the sink that was where her bathroom minus the tub would be. She filled up a glass with water and handed it to him.]

Drink this.

[Judas accepted the glass gratefully as he was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol on him. He could feel himself warming up already.]

I haven't been sick on anyone yet.

[He took a light sip of the water before going for another stupid swig of the vodka.]

[After he took another sip of the vodka, Parker took the bottle away from him.]

Let it sit for a while. Finish the glass of water and then you can have more. When was the last time you ate anything?

[Judas took a drink of his water, wondering something similar. Maybe dinner the previous night. He hadn't had much of an appetite since his last encounter with Iago.]

This evening.

How much did you eat? Drinking on an empty stomach is a stupid thing to do.

[Parker got up and looked around quickly, finding one of Jarod's stupid donuts and offering it to him.]

Eat this.

[Judas looked at the donut and was about to decline when he remembered how good Parker was with a gun. He set his glass of water to the side to take a very small bite of the pastry.]

I ate something.

[She didn't respond, she just fixed him with a stare again.]

[Judas furrowed his eyebrows at her before he took another bite and looked over at her for some kind of approval.]

[She just stared at him even further, and took another sip of the vodka.]

[Judas sighed and took a third, much larger bite.]

I ate dinner already.

Starch is good for when you're drinking. It absorbs some of the booze so you don't over do it.

[Judas nodded and held his hand out for the bottle.]

This means I can drink more, right?

Finish the fucking donut.

[Parker said the words quickly, and then took another sip of it herself.]

[Judas frowned over at her but reluctantly ate the rest of the donut and while chewing held out his hand again for the bottle. He was starting to get a little light-headed but hoped it didn't show.]

[When he held out his hand for the bottle, Parker offered it to him quickly.]

Take it slow.

[Judas furrowed his eyebrows at her before he took a swig of it, as he didn't particularly know what drinking slowly meant.]

Oh don't get fucking cute with me, Judas.

[She watched him for a moment before she lit up another cigarette and put her feet up.]

[Judas looked over at her with a half-drunk smile.]

Am I even your type?

Hell no you're not my type. Even if you weren't gay.

[She took the bottle back and took a long swig of it. A pause.]

Gimme your communicator.

[Judas had stuck it underneath the couch after arriving, wholly planning to make a few drunk comments, despite Sexby's warnings a couple days prior. He had things to say and he had a feeling he would say them if intoxicated. Nonetheless, he teetered a little as he reached under said couch for the communicator to hold out for her.]

Can I have the bottle back now?

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