[ Parker knows she is not sober, and it's the only thing holding her back. She also knows she's not drunk to the point of not knowing what she is doing, which is why she isn't knocking her out cold. Parker chews on her bottom lip nervously, thumb rubbing up and down against her scar.
She does smile a little watching Angel eat, because it's her favourite kind and she has stopped ordering any other nowadays. Keeps it saved in the fridge for her and her late night visits. Not so big of a smile when she moves away and has to try very hard to not to lower her eyes to the skirt that's more a belt than a skirt. Attempts to. Doesn't really go all too well.
She straightens up as Angel walks to the bed and has to force herself to pretend she's not seeing what she's seeing or how adorable her lace always is (she thinks she has seen that before, one off-handed remark when they were shopping, telling her it would look good on her) and shrugs. ]
Just an essay. [ She finally pushes herself off the counter to the bed, tugging at the covers to make it more inviting. ] You done with yours?
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She does smile a little watching Angel eat, because it's her favourite kind and she has stopped ordering any other nowadays. Keeps it saved in the fridge for her and her late night visits. Not so big of a smile when she moves away and has to try very hard to not to lower her eyes to the skirt that's more a belt than a skirt. Attempts to. Doesn't really go all too well.
She straightens up as Angel walks to the bed and has to force herself to pretend she's not seeing what she's seeing or how adorable her lace always is (she thinks she has seen that before, one off-handed remark when they were shopping, telling her it would look good on her) and shrugs. ]
Just an essay. [ She finally pushes herself off the counter to the bed, tugging at the covers to make it more inviting. ] You done with yours?