How's life treating you?

[OOC: Unexpected triggery content in the comments, based on the fact that she's talking about some of Atia's crimes.]

[The camera flicks on, and Parker looks like complete shit. She's got a giant bruise and a cut on her face, and the way she's moving suggest that she's got some bruising or other wounds that aren't viewable below the red flannel shirt. (Yes, you read that right.) In front of her is a glass and a bottle of scotch that is nearly empty. She's not wearing make up. This is probably the worst the Barge has ever seen her look. Ever.

When she speaks, her drunkness is evident.]

So, my bitch of an inmate. [Parker frowns.] Got kidnapped by a fucking pterodactyl. [For a moment, Parker holds a straight face, and then she laughs. It's a barking sound, and the way her breath hitches afterwards gives away how much it fucking hurt to do that.] She got kidnapped by a fucking pterodactyl and I lost my communicator and I couldn't find her. Shit found me though.

[Parker gestured to her face, and then she took another sip of her glass.] I got my ass handed to me over a woman I want to strangle myself. I wonder if that's how Janey felt. Or Jessica. Or Laura fucking Croft. Or the Angel who fucked off right after he got assigned to me. Five fucking wardens before I got a good one.

I thought that I was going to be a good one. Turns out I'm a fuck up after all.

[She snorted, and then took another sip of her drink.] Two years I've been here. Well, close enough for it to fucking count. I didn't think I'd ever graduate. I was working towards it, and then fucking Jarod showed up. Turns out he saw me after I got shot. Turns out I had fucking life and all I needed to do was graduate to get the fuck out of here and back to it.

That was a year ago. I'm still here, trying to give Tommy his life back. [Parker touched her shirt, and she smiled a more gentle smile for just a split second, and then she looked back to the camera.] There are times when I wonder if he would fucking want me doing this. If he would want me being driven fucking crazy with someone I hate so that he could live.

I'm really starting to think he wouldn't.

[For a moment she doesn't say anything, and then she flicks the camera off with a disgusted sound.]

[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?

[Filtered to Paddy, Billy and Judas.]

We should do something, you know together.

Other than quitting smoking.

[Private to Jarod, voice.]

Ring ring.

I need a god damn cigarette.

No. No. [A clang here, because Parker has thrown the communicator where it bounced against her bed, giving a sideways view of Parker in a now too tight (and torn) suit. When she speaks, it's in an angry, smarmy tone.]

No. No. You have got to be fucking kidding me. After the fucking fear gas, now this. No. Fuck. Anyone but him.

[Parker screams for pretty much the entire sixth level to hear, and then she kicks her bed and is rewarded with a further tearing sound in her suit before she looks and realizes that the communicator is still on.]

God damn it!

[She stalked over to it and looked into it for a second.]

Fuck this place.