[When he stumbled back in towards her, Parker grimaced. She wanted to kick something and she wanted to do it now. It wasn't as if the people leaving was bad enough, no, no, no now there was fucking this. She threw up her hands for a moment and then muttered quickly.]
Well, isn't this fucking perfect. I'm not staying in the fucking hallway forever. Where do you want to go?
[She didn't want him in her room, and she didn't want to go to his. Dirty god damn cowboy.]
Re: Spam.
Well, isn't this fucking perfect. I'm not staying in the fucking hallway forever. Where do you want to go?
[She didn't want him in her room, and she didn't want to go to his. Dirty god damn cowboy.]