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[yourunichase]

[Private to Paddy]
So, Irish, where you at?

[Private to Angelica]
How's it going, Angie?

[Private to Howie]
Let's do our drink tomorrow.

[Private to Kay]
Still pissed at you.

[Private to Sveta]
Can I do anything for you, Sunshine? Provide excellent handcuffs?

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[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

[Long pause. Drinking on a Sunday is outside his habits a little,]

Aye, tomorrow. We'll... have to invade the bar.

private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

I was just organising my fridge. The fridge. With the door open.

Why, what's up?

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[yourunichase]

[She doesn't even think about the fact that it's Sunday. Sorry about that godless thing, Howie.]

I've already picked up the bottle for us, Howie.

private

[yourunichase]

Can I meet you on the limo seat?

Re: private

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

Oh good. I'll enjoy my plausible deniability, if anyone asks.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Of course. I'll meet you there. Want me to fix you a drink?

Private

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

For me? What do you mean?

Re: private

[yourunichase]

Good. And I'll replace it, so don't worry about that. The only good thing about being a warden means my extensive liquor cabinet refills itself.

private

[yourunichase]

Yeah. A drink is a good idea.

Private

[yourunichase]

To lock people up?

Re: private

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

The only thing? Are you forgetting the free lunches, the ability to get away with speeding and the amazing pension agreement?

Oh, wait, that was my old job.

Private

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[Denial is a terrible thing.]

There's no one to lock up.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

All yours, love. See you in a minute or so.

Re: private

[yourunichase]

Well damn, Copbot, you went and made me laugh.

[Private]

[most_feared]

Yeah, I figured.

Re: private

[kingfor-aday.livejournal.com]

I have my moments.

Spam

[yourunichase]

[It took Parker a bit longer than a minute to get down there, but she couldn't stop thinking about the shit with Sveta and Donny and Howie. She couldn't stop thinking of how close she'd come to fucking going home and what that meant. In the back of her head, April was there and pulsing, with so many days on the fucking calender bleeding together in blood and misery. She walked in without knocking, because she knew that he would be expecting her.]

Hi.

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[yourunichase]

[Oh Sveta.]

Oooh Kay.

[Private]

[yourunichase]

Good.

[Private]

[most_feared]

Sorry.

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[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[He opened the door and thrust a drink into her hand,] To the limo? [He waved his hand at the car seat perched in the corner of his room,] It's very comfy.

Private

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Sorry, Parker. I don't get what you're implying.

Spam

[yourunichase]

[Parker smirked and she traced her fingers over his hand when he offered her the drink. Without saying anything else, she wandered over and dropped onto the seat, waiting for him to come and sit down.]

Re: Spam

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

[Paddy went and sat with her. He wasn't sure what she wanted to talk about, but he bet it was the past week. It had been on his mind anyway, but he'd needed the time... away from her. Now, he could deal with it, and see she needed his help.]

What's wrong, love?

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[yourunichase]

I just wanted to make sure you're okay with everything.