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needsaparrot ([personal profile] needsaparrot) wrote2007-02-11 07:02 pm
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MCA Apartment Zero (not Pi), Sunday Evening

Waiting around to hear from certain people who dropped major bombshells on him then ran off to spend the weekend someplace that might possibly have corpses? Why no. Alternating that with worry about other people, just for a change of pace? Of course not.

After all, Xander'd had a busy week. He'd rented two apartments (three if you counted the one for the chalk), met or re-met a bunch of very pretty interesting arms people, and been called cute on the radio. Plenty to think about that wasn't corpse-related.

So not thinking about that. At all. Nope.

[OOC: for a couple of returning wayfarers.]
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[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, and now? I'm feeling really sorry for her, instead of just you." Parker put a hand over her mouth, then gave up and took another big gulp of wine. "I missed you too, damnit. And was she taller? Do I get to grow another two inches? Because that would be cool."
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-02-13 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I think she might've worn even higher heels. Does that count?" Wine wasn't going to get Xander liquified nearly as easily as it would somebody Parker's size, but he matched her for trying, at least. "She was... wow, am I glad I'm in another dimension where there's no chance in hell of her hearing me. Lonely, I think. Kind of permanently that way."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
And that hits something, like an underwater mine, that together with the mention of no Jarod, has her carefully putting the wineglass down, at least for a minute. "Oh. Wow."

Parker thought, then vehemently shook her head, and said, "Not my ambition, to be that lonely. As much as I still want to kill him some bad days, and that stupid better-loved-than-lost thing is still a crock... I can't imagine a me without a Jarod." She picked up the wineglass, and muttered, "I can imagine having no friends too easily, and that's scary enough."
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-02-13 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
"She still knew him, but it didn't sound like they were friends, exactly." Xander leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, resting his glass on his knee. "You really okay with him now? I can't exactly throw couches at the guy, but...maybe an ottoman?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"'Okay' varies from day to day, but... yes." She really needed less alcohol, or more, for this discussion. "We both screwed it up, is the thing. And we're both still mad about a lot of stuff, which is probably why we didn't get back together when he got back." Parker blinked slowly at Xander. "But I'd rather have him talking to me than not. And pretty much friends again, than nothing. Alive than dead."
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-02-13 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Welcome to Complicationville, population...lots of us," Xander said with a nod and a snort. "I saw him at Caritas the other night; wasn't sure if I was supposed to be invoking the sacred Friend Of The Ex glare or not."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
Parker giggled a little tiredly. "Zero's got that covered. And Weiss. Isabel is squarely in the No Man's Land of Friends With Both of Us, and doing okay. You don't have to hate him now." She snickered. "Listen to me, all mag-nan-i-mous. He just, he--" She took another gulp, then burst out with, "He's too clueless to hate forever, Xander. And I hurt him too much too. So. Do-over. That's all."
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-02-13 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Xander nodded. "I...get that, yeah. Do-overs are good, when you can get 'em."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Trying to be." Parker took another slow sip, then studied him over the rim of her glass. "Are you okay? With this do-over? And being here, when we're all the same, and... you're not?"

And she couldn't bring up Bridge, but it's not like she was avoiding the topic, either.
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-02-13 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay?" Xander thought about it, and no, he wasn't sloshed on a glass and a half of wine, but it did smooth the sharp edges of his brain a little. "I dunno. I'm here. Wanted that for so long, and then finally had to give up wanting it that hard if I was gonna do anything else, you know? And now I'm here. And...what you said."

Except not, not really. Things had changed here too, just maybe less.

"So maybe okay's not the word. But it feels like the right place to be."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Do-over," Parker repeated, nodding a little. "And see how it goes." She raised her glass. "Toast to it?"
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[personal profile] needsaparrot 2007-02-13 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
Xander leaned over and clicked his against hers, maybe a little too loudly. "How about to getting things right?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-02-13 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Even better!" She tinged her glass against his hard enough to ring, then grinned at him, bright and open. "So very glad you're back, Xander."
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