red and blue make purple, right? [ kenzie ]

Parker was drunk. He was stressed out about Aph and training had been really tough lately. He just needed something to ease the pain. He'd thought about drugs but, knowing him he'd get addicted. So Parker drank. And drank. And, surprise, drank some more. He'd gone through a six pack before realizing it was time to go to the dance. He stuffed two cans in the pockets of his suit and popped open another for the walk to the dance.

Upon arriving at the dance, Parker looked around for Stephie. Eventually, laying eyes on her. He walked over, all drunk like, kind of dragging his feet. He smiled at her, cupping her face with his free hand. "Hey baby." He took another gulp of the beer.

Parker had plans for the night. He needed Stephie to cooperate though and he knew if he told her what he had planned, she wouldn't be happy. Instead of telling her, Parker had a better idea. He put his hands around her waist, making her think he was just gunna slow dance with her or something. Instead, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Parker ran out of the dance hall and to half blood hill. He didn't set her down though. He took a breather and continued down the hill until he reached his car. He had a Kia Soul. Not the most manly car but, a good car nonetheless. He opened the drivers side door and placed her gently in the seat, then crawled over her to get into the passengers seat because he's a jackass.

Parker didn't really care what she was saying. He just wanted some Chinese food. "Baby, can you take me to that Chinese take out place we use to go to?" He played with a chunk of her hair. He wasn't really thinking anything through at the moment. Parker's stomach growled loudly. He gave Stephie a puppy dog face and a faint woof. He knew she couldn't resist.


Parker was having some very..erm...naughty thoughts. Probably a result of him being drunk. He kept his thoughts to himself because if he told Stephie any of the things he was thinking, gods. She would murder him.

Parker slouched back in his seat, putting on a childish pouty face. He was really hungry. Parker started to finger the zipper on his trousers. He started to unzip it then zip it back up then repeat that. You could say Parker had some pretty bad ADHD. When Stephie pulled up next to the Chinese food place, Parker could hear his stomach growl. He handed Stephie a twenty and smiled at her. "Thanks baby. I love you." He made kissy noises and all that other childish stuff. He did love her though. He was jsut being a jackass right now.

Parker's eyes lit up when he saw Stephie come out of the Chinese resturant with the food. She put the food on his lap and started up the car again. Parker was going to tear open the box of noodles but, he thought it would be better to wait till they arrived at the hotel. He'd never realized how loud Manhattan was. There was constantly car horns beeping and sirens. Parker sighed, pressing his nose up against the box of noodles. They smelled delicious. He wanted to eat so bad. Parker looked over at Stephie. He hadn't realized before but, she looked gorgeous. Beautiful. Her dress showed just how skinny she was. She was really skinny. Way too skinny. Something was wrong here. Parker would have to talk to her about it later.

They arrived at the hotel fifteen minutes later. Parker hopped out of the car, carrying the bag of food. He waited for Stephie because he technically couldn't open the door with both his hands full.

-Around an hour later, after dinner-

Parker shoved the last overflowing-forkful of Chinese noodles into his mouth, aggressively chewing the egg noodles and swallowing quickly while he flared his hands, trying to speak. "So," He chewed the last little bit of food, swallowing quickly. "What's up?" Parker stood up from the tiny table in the hotel room and walked over to the mini fridge. The fluorescent light coming from the fridge made Parker squint, causing him to knock water bottles off the shelves while searching for the beer he'd had ordered and taken to the room. He pulled out the first six pack. One of four. Parker turned towards Stephie and tossed her a beer. He had no idea if she drank, considering the last time they'd actually spent time together was eighth grade. He cracked the can open nonetheless, chugging half of the Budweiser and standing up again. His walking wasn't explicitly straight. Or balanced. He collapsed into a nearby chair, and chugged the rest of his beer.