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God fucking damn it. Why do I feel like I haven't moved in weeks? What the fuck? Why the hell do I need to have to deal with a fucking flood in addition to all of you lovely people?

What the fucking hell?

[Edited after learning of her two week absence.]

Alright, what the fuck have I missed while I've been gone. Where the hell is Paddy?

[Parker's back because I fail at making sure I have the source material for her canon update and because Hulu switched over to season 1 rather then four without announcing they were gonna be do doing it. Derp. She'll be going off again sometime next week. Also, clearly affected as hell.]

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[Judas took a quick sip of his drink and pressed his mouth into a line for a moment.]

He told me I was the greatest sinner in history... and then... he mocked my suicide. Called me an amateur.

[He needed another sip and he rubbed the side of his face lightly.]

She tried to talk him down.

The Master is [And then there was the flood before Parker could actually mention the words she felt for the son of a bitch.]

The Master's fucking smart. He's... just don't let him get under your skin.

[Parker didn't mention anything about Martha, because at this point she wouldn't be able to say what she wanted to anyway.]

[Judas at first raised an eyebrow before he realized it was the flood acting on her. He hated when these sorts of things happened. Carefully he leaned on an elbow as he scrubbed a hand through his hair and blew out a breath.]

He knows just how to.

It's what he's good at. He knows just what buttons to press and he shoves them like a fat kid at a buffet.

[That was non-specific meanness, so she figured it was allowed to squeak out. Quickly she poured them both another drink.]

You're letting him get his jollies off on you.

[Judas was more than grateful for another drink and he blew out another breath, feeling the effects of the alcohol.]

I can't do anything about it. I tried cuffing him to a bed and Sexby got angry.

[He ran a finger across the rim of the glass.]

You can not fucking let him get to you.

[A pause.]

How fucked up is Sexby right now?

I'm trying.

[He definitely needed another sip.]

I haven't seen him in a few days after he took off. I don't know how he is.

I don't blame him. If I'd been here when that bitch showed up, I'd have fucking left too.

You know, if I could.

[She took a long sip of her scotch then snubbed the ashed cigarette out. Right, that whole quitting thing.]

[Judas nodded quietly before he looked over at her cigarette. He hadn't had one in two months and while he hadn't felt that itch when she lit it, the need rose in him as he watched her put it out. To try and subdue that, he took another long drink of the scotch. He didn't particularly like the brand but it helped. It more than helped.]

Are you planning on leaving after you graduate?

Nope. Still sticking around for my fucking deal.

[She paused and finished her scotch, and then poured a third one.]

After I graduate my inmate and know Tommy's safe somewhere, Jarod and I are going to go back and take down the Centre. Together.

[Judas was still only about three-quarters of the way through his own scotch as he shifted his weight again.]

I wish you luck.

It's not going to be a for a fucking while, Judas. Don't make it sound like fucking goodbye.

[She studied him for a moment.]

You don't like Jarod do you?

[Judas raised an eyebrow at her as he polished off the last bit of his drink.]

I don't think I've met him.

[And didn't particularly like or dislike the man. But he felt Paddy was better for her than Jarod.]

[Parker shrugged.]

I thought you had.

[Judas shook his head and held out his glass, a little shakily.]

Not that I remember.

[Parker shrugged and then she filled his glass half away, and added a splash to her own.]

I can't believe I just disappeared for two weeks and didn't even fucking go anywhere.

[Judas looked a little disappointed at the amount in his glass, but he couldn't complain, honestly. She could get in trouble if Sexby found out. So, he sipped on his drink even as he began to feel more than a little tipsy.]

I was worried when you left.

I sure the hell didn't plan on leaving, Judas. If I was going to go I'd at least leave a fucking note.

[Parker looked to him quickly.] As long as there's not a note I'm fucking coming back.

[Judas glanced over at her again and nodded, grateful for her continued assurances.]

Thank you.

[His expression was earnest and a hint of a smile crossed it.]

Yeah. I fucking hate people who fuck off without saying anything.

[She left the sentence hanging, and frowned visibly into her drink. She knew Paddy had left word for her, but there were so many who had just gone, and now Jarod had done his fucking disappearing act again too.]

The inmates are usually taken without their permission.

[He'd already had enough experiences with surprise departures. But, if he ever was allowed to choose when and where to go, he would surely leave a note.]

It's because the Admiral is a fucking asshole.

[Parker sighed and took a sip of her scotch.]

There are moments where I really fucking do think it's like the fucking Centre out there controlling things.

[Judas raised an eyebrow as he took another sip of his scotch.]

I don't think I've heard of the Centre.

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